Rating remains MA, due to the nature of this story. What happens when Sam's injuries aren't as healed as they had thought?

Legalities, Supernatural, Sam and Dean and all things associated with this series belong to Kripke and the CW, I do not have any of those honors. I am not making any money from this and just wanted to add my own take on the Winchester/Wesson storyline.

This story has not been beta'd and is my first, so please keep this in mind when reviewing and reading, this story contains sensitive subjects to include past non-con rape and relationships of the M/M variety...don't like that type of thing? Then don't read this story.

I'm still working out the end, so I am not sure where the next chapters will take us, but I am excited to see how Sam and Dean deal with the continued problems associated with Sam's back and that will affect their relationship. They will be getting to Ventura, just give it some time. Thanks for reading.

Chapter Eight

Regression

Dean pulled into the parking lot at the dorm and smiled over at Sam as he exited the car, twisting to grab his jacket out of the back seat.

"Ya know, it's not really cold enough here to warrant the jacket Dean." Sam shot out as he laughed at Dean's serious over shirt fetish.

"Seriously Sammy…I love my coats…leave it alone." He growled as he pushed the back door closed and pulled his coat over his shoulders just to prove a point.

Dean glanced up at Sam and winked as he settled clothing into place, turning to walk toward the entrance of their building.

Sam grabbed his backpack off the front seat and shut the passenger door, apparently too roughly because Dean shot a glare over his shoulder as the car door clicked shut. "Sorry." Sam said quickly as he went to get his room key out of the front pocket of the pack. He felt his grasp on the pack slip as he did and m twisted to catch it before it hit the ground destroying his computer that was inside.

Sam felt a pop and then piercing burning white hot pain lance through his lower back and into his legs, which immediately buckled and slammed his knees into the gravel.

"Ughh…" He cried as his body continued its descent to the ground. Sam heard the awful sound of his computer smashing into the pavement as he pitched forward and tried to catch himself with his hands.

"Dean…" Sam managed through the pain as his back spasm-ed again and his arms unlocked causing him to fall face first onto the black top asphalt. His chin impacted the ground and that was all that Sam remembered as his world went black and he sank into the darkness.

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Dean spun around as he heard Sam's pained cry and watched in horror as Sam collapsed to the ground.

"SAM!" he cried as he started to run back to where Sam had just hit the ground, blood blossoming on his chin as his arms gave out and his head hit smashed into the black gravel of the parking lot.

"Fuck…Sammy…" Dean yelled as he sank to his knees next the unconscious form of his partner, reaching to gently place his shaking fingers at the carotid artery on Sam's neck to check for a pulse.

"Oh thank god!" Dean blew out the breath he hadn't even realized that he had been holding.

"Hey…" a voice asked from behind him. Dean turned to look at the speaker as he continued. "Is he okay? You need me to call an ambulance?"

Panic surged through Dean as he considered that question, the medical training he had told him that no, this just a recurrence of Sam's injuries. But the boyfriend side of him, the part that loved Sam beyond reason screamed a YES, they needed a flippen ambulance, what the hell kinda dumb ass question was that?

Dean pulled his concerned gazed back to Sam's unmoving figure and he knew that there was more going on here than he could deal with. Not medically, he knew that he was trained and that he could handle just about anything that could possibly be thrown at him. But, crap…where Sam was concerned he wasn't exactly running on all eight cylinders, "Uhhh…yes…please." He managed around the lump in his throat.

"Okay…buddy…yeah, just stay calm." The stranger said as he pulled out his cell phone and dialed 911.

Dean continued to press his fingers into Sam's warm flesh trying to take comfort in the strong steady thrum of Sam's heartbeat.

"Sammy…please." Dean begged quietly as he moved to steady Sam's neck as he repositioned his knees beneath Sam's head. He pulled his shirt over his wrists and gently rubbed the blood from Sam's chin with his sleeve.

The split was pretty deep and continued to seep as Dean pressed a clean part of his shirt over the spot, trying to stop the free flowing blood.

"Hey man…they said they are on their way and should be here in a few minutes."

Dean glanced up at the guy and nodded mutely, "The operator wants to know if he is breathing on his own?"

Dean shook off his anxiety and dropped into 'medic mode', "Uh, yeah. Breathing is strong and the heartbeat is pretty normal."

Dean's head shot up at the sound of the sirens and the approach of the ambulance.

Sammy…god I'm sorry.

This whole thing, the accident, Sam being injured, god this was all his fault…everything went back to him not being able to handle the shit inside his own head. Dean had pulled Sam into a world that he himself didn't understand and wasn't really ready to deal with; and now he was drowning in the murky waters of his own past.

Shit, and I'm pulling Sam down with me.

He looked down at the man lying unconscious beneath him and gently ran his fingers through Sam's hair with his unoccupied hand.

My god…and I can't leave you…Sammy…I just can't. The thought slammed into his heart as it clenched at the thought of trying to walk away from Sam again. Dean had made a promise to Sam, and it was one that he had every intention of keeping.

Dean felt the paramedics pull him away from Sam as they placed their bags next to his prone form.

He slid away from Sam to give the men room to work, even though every fiber of his being was screaming at him to stay there and protect Sam. Dean's eyes shut with anguish because he knew that he was the cause of Sam's pain and that there was no way for him to fix what he had broken. His weakness had broken Sam's beautiful body and there was a good chance that he would never be 100%. And yet, even after all of this, Dean knew that he wouldn't survive walking away from Sam, or worse, if Sam realized that he really didn't need Dean and left him.

"Hey you, buddy." One of the paramedics asked as he tapped Dean on the shoulder, causing Dean to pull away quickly from the unknown touch.

"Yeah?"

"Name?"

Dean struggled to put his thoughts in order so that he could answer the man, "Uh…Sam…Wesson."

"Okay, what's your relationship to the patient?"

Dean's heart clenched violently in his chest, "He's my boyfriend…"

The man barely showed any reaction to this revelation as he called in Sam's name, along with his current condition. They loaded him into the back of the ambulance and he turned back to where the other guy was still kneeing with his bloody hands resting palms up on his denim covered thighs. The look of utter devastation emanating from his glassy green eyes would have been enough for the paramedic to offer him the coveted seat next to the victim; even if he wasn't sure of their connection.

Dean looked up in confused surprise as he realized that the man had been speaking to him.

"You coming with him in the ambulance, or are you driving yourself?" The man was kind and his words were laced with concern.

Dean mentally shook himself and pulled himself to his feet, his knees immediately trying to buckle beneath him as the blood rushed back into his legs.

"Whoa buddy, you okay?" The paramedic asked as he started to move toward Dean.

Dean held his hand up as he steadied himself, "Yeah, just been sitting there for a minute, pins and needles in the legs."

"Yeah…alright, well let's go." He waved his hand inviting Dean to climb in next to him.

Dean inhaled sharply and crawled into the vacant seat next to the man, gently picking up Sam's hand as he did.

Sam's fingers squeezed weakly and Dean's gaze flew to meet Sam's own blue-green eyes as he blinked a few times and finally settled his gaze on Dean.

Dean tried to smile in reassurance as he read the silent question in Sam's eyes, 'What happened?'

Dean shook his head almost imperceptibly as he asked Sam to wait for the explanation until they were alone.

The confused orbs blinked slowly at Dean and he received another weak squeeze of his hand, a silent affirmative from Sam. Dean with concern as Sam's eyes slid shut again and his head lolled to the side as he again lost his battle with consciousness.

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The first thing that Sam noticed was that he was warm and holy hell, was he floating? Sam tried to gather his scattered thoughts as he attempted to place where he was and answer the more pressing question, why was he floating?

He moved his fingers and found that his left hand was resting on his stomach, and geeze the freakin sheets were itchy as hell. But his right hand was secured within something…fingers…someone else's fingers….Dean's fingers. Sam did a mental inventory of his physical state and immediately noticed that he couldn't move his legs…shit as a matter of fact, he had no feeling what so ever below his waist.

Oh my god…am I paralyzed?

His eyes flew open at that terrifying thought and he struggled to pull his hand from Deans so that he could figure out just what the hell was going on.

TBC…

Author's note: So I did some research and the type of injury that Sam got in the accident would have had further problems. The physical therapy would have helped, but there was a significant like-hood that he would have had further pain and problems due to the compression of the spinal cord inside of the vertebrae. I know this is a shorter chapter, but I will post a longer one soon. And we are getting to the chapter where Sam and Dean get to talk about Dean's guilt and decide how they are gonna proceed from there.