Hard as a Rock: Chapter 3
A/N: I appreciate all of your follows and reviews. I have decided that the story will not be that long; maybe like 5-7 chapters. I don't know, it depends on how much I write. Onward.
A few days after Dean had been told he had to stay in the hospital, he started to feel better. He could now sit up, wiggle his toes, and be a pain in the ass to Sam. The cops had come but Sam took care of it; said that they were not going to press charges and that the whole ordeal was mostly their fault. The day after Dean was admitted, Sam went to go burn the Globarian's body. He came back to see that his brother's room empty. Sam went to go find a nurse.
"Hey, do you know where my brother Dean is?" he asked.
The nurse typed some things into her computer, "He was recently taking down to have a CT scan to check on how his back is doing."
Sam nodded, "Do you know when it will be finished?"
"In about an hour or so. You can just sit in his room if you'd like."
"Okay, thanks." Sam went back to Dean's room and sat in the same seat he had been camping out in. He picked up the book that was left on Dean's side table. When Dean was sleeping, Sam took up reading. He flipped to the page he left off on and continued to read. When Sam reached the final chapter, Dean was finally brought in accompanied by two nurses and Dean's doctor. The nurses rolled Dean over to his usual spot while the doctor went to talk to Sam.
"How's his back, doc?" asked Sam. He got up from his chair to reach the doctor midway.
"Erm, it's fine. He's doing really well, actually. We should be able to start PT in a couple days if that's all right with you," responded the doctor.
Sam nodded, "Yeah, yeah, totally."
"But do you think he's up for it?" Sam asked after a few moments.
The doctor looked into his eyes, "Honestly, only a little. He seems a little down after the incident, which don't get me wrong, it happens all the time to patients. I was just wondering if you could talk to him? Maybe give him some words of encouragement? He's going to need all the support he can get in the next coming weeks."
"Sounds good," replied Sam.
The doctor smiled and placed a quick hand on Sam's shoulder, "Awesome. I have to check on other patients. But I'll come back probably tomorrow." He started for the door.
"Um, thanks, doc," said Sam quickly.
The doctor gave him a short nod and left the room.
Sam sat back in his chair, waiting for Dean to wake up so they could have a short, lively talk.
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"So, um, Dean, we need to talk," murmured Sam. Dean had awoken only a few minutes prior, but he thought that the best time was now.
"Sammy, whadya' mean?"
"I mean that we need to discuss what's going to happen - with you."
"Elaborate, Sam, I'm still on the good drugs."
"What's going to happen when you start physical therapy? Huh, Dean? Are you just going to sit with the doctor and scowl and scold them while they do their job to help you? Or - or are you going to take it like a good human being and actually try to get better? Are you just going to give up?"
"Sam, where the hell did you get this idea?" Dean was bewildered.
"The doctor doesn't really think you're ready, Dean. He says that you're down, and you don't feel that up to it."
"Well, how the hell am I supposed to feel?! My legs don't work, Sam. I can't move anything below my waist. What if it takes years, Sam? Not months, but years. What the hell am I supposed to do? I can't hunt with no legs. I can't drive my baby. What the hell will I live for?!"
"FOR ME!" Sam yelled. Tears were creeping onto his cheeks.
"You have me, Dean. We've always been together. I have you, and you have me. I'm just as much hurt as you are, but I know that we can get pass this. We have with other things before."
"Sam," Dean had been on full-alert for the rest of the argument. He turned to his brother,"I'm sorry. I'm sorry that I've been a really big dick for the past week, and that I've been on your ass since this whole thing started."
"It's fine, Dean. Get some rest. You're going to need it for tomorrow."
Dean looked confused, "What, why?"
"Well, I personally now think you're ready for PT so you're gonna need all the rest you can get."
"You fucking asshole."
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Dean started physical therapy the day after they had the argument. He had been wheeled down into the therapy room by a very attractive nurse whose name happened to be Sydney. Dean had been flirting with her the whole way down to the room, but she was strong willed and did not give into his 'sympathy sex' plot. His physical therapy doctor, Dr. Evans, was a young aged man with brownish/blondish hair and striking blue eyes. Not that Dean payed attention to his eyes, but damn, they weren't normal.
"Alright, Dean, I'm going to move you over to this bed and we'll start on stretching out your leg muscles," stated Dr. Evans.
Dean let out a hmmph. Sam was in the motel room, catching up on some well needed rest. He was quickly maneuvered to the bed, and was placed so that his back was right against the back of the bed. Dr. Evans took his right leg and began to bend it at the knee. Dean got uncomfortable real fast.
"So, doc, any music you like?" He was trying to make light conversation since the silence was killing him internally.
"AC/DC's pretty cool," he replied calmly.
Dean raised his eyebrows. "Really? What's your favorite?"
"Hard as a Rock."
Dean sputtered. "Oh, my god, are you serious? That song? One of the greatest sex songs ever made is your favorite AC/DC tune?"
Dr. Evans grinned, "'Ain't nothing wrong with a little sex. I'm going to do your other leg now." He let go of the right and grabbed the left.
"You, you are seriously my favorite. Holy shit, you are awesome."
The doctor smiled again. Physical therapy wasn't going to be bad after all.
A/N: HOLY SHIT OKAY THIS STORY WAS NAMED AFTER THE SONG THAT'S MENTIONED BECAUSE I THOUGHT THAT IT FIT RIGHT BUT NO I WAS FUCKING WRONG. IT'S ABOUT ERECTED PENISES AND SEX. I CAN'T BELIEVE ME RN