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There were a lot of things that could annoy Bobby Singer. For instance.. One: He hated when he had to deal with ignorant people (mostly police officers) who wouldn't know what a vampire was even if they had fangs sticking into their necks. Two: Running out of whiskey. Yeah, how would you feel if you ran out of your favorite medicine? Three: Rufus Turner. Four: Nosy neighbors. Sioux Falls had a lot of those! Five: To be disturbed in any kind of way - and that especially included being woken up in the middle of the night by some jackass banging loudly on the front door.
Bobby reached out for his shotgun as the banging noise continued, and he groaned when he glanced at the clock radio to see it wasn't more than 4.34 a.m.
"I swear, I'm gonna blow the brains out on whoever is knocking on that door." Bobby muttered as he made his way down the stairs and walked to the door with the shotgun in one hand.
When he reached the door, he carefully moved the curtain a bit aside to peek outside and Bobby's eyes widened a bit when he saw who was standing outside the door. Bobby put the shotgun down and ripped the door open before coming face to face with one of his favorite two idjits in the world.
"Dean? Why the hell are you trying to knock down my house in the middle of the night, boy?" Bobby grumbled.
"I need your help." Dean said with a weary expression on his face.
"You don't look good." Bobby noticed with concern. "Something happen?"
"It's Sam." Dean said. "He's sick."
"Sam is sick?" Bobby asked. "Where is he?"
"In the car. It's pretty bad." Dean remarked - which made the older hunter frown in confusion and worry - before he turned around and walked towards his car.
Bobby followed Dean to the black Chevy Impala, the younger man had parked in the salvage yard, and as Dean opened up the passenger door, Bobby couldn't hold back a gasp when his eyes caught sight of the youngest Winchester brother. Sam looked.. well, there weren't really any words to describe it. Sam looked absolutely terrible. His face was as pale as snow and he had dark circles underneath his normally so bright-looking eyes. Sam's cheeks were a bit sunken since the last time Bobby had seen him which probably had something to do with the fact that the kid had become pretty thin, and he just looked so weak and fragile that it tore at the older hunter's heartstrings.
"Hi Bobby." Sam said with a little smile.
"What the hell happened?" Bobby exclaimed while Dean locked his hands underneath Sam's armpits and carefully hauled his brother out of the car.
Sam swayed a little but the arm Dean had wrapped around Sam's back kept him from falling anywhere.
"Let's first get Sam inside – then we'll talk." Dean said and Bobby nodded before he led the way back inside the house.
"I'll get the guestroom ready." Bobby said when the brothers had made it into the house.
"Couch is fine." Sam panted out.
"Don't be ridiculous, Sammy." Dean said. "You don't even fit on the couch."
"I've slept on the couch many times." Sam reminded his older brother.
"But you weren't this sick those times." Dean said and received a glare from the younger brother. "What?"
"I'm too tired for the stairs." Sam said in a miserable way, and it was true – he was completely drained of energy.
"You know what, I'll find a mattress and put it on the floor in the living room." Bobby said. "No further discussion."
"Fine." Both Winchester brothers said at the same time, and whether they agreed because it was the best solution, or out of respect for the older man, was unknown.
Once the mattress had been placed on the floor and Sam had been stationed on it, Bobby poured himself and Dean each a glass of whiskey and leaned back against the edge of his desk.
"Now tell me what this is all about." Bobby demanded. "What's wrong with Sam? And why on earth is that boy not hospitalized? He looks horrible."
"I'm right here, Bobby." Sam remarked but the older hunter ignored it and stared at Dean.
"Well?" Bobby pushed.
"It all started with Sam having the shits." Dean started when Sam cut him off.
"Nice Dean. Thanks." He said with an eye roll.
"What? That was how it started." Dean said.
"You're still allowed to skip a few of the details." Sam muttered and now it was Dean's turn to roll his eyes.
"Fine!" Dean sighed. "Turns out Sam had appendicitis."
"Well, that's not so bad." Bobby said.
"No, it wouldn't have been if we'd been at the hospital in time. The appendix perforated." Dean said with regret and took a sip of his whiskey.
"Then what?" Bobby wanted to know and eyed the younger brother who was currently struggling with one of the numerous of blankets he'd been provided with.
"He developed peritonitis." Dean explained as he automatically adjusted Sam's blankets. "Which led to blood-poisoning."
"Balls." Bobby commented.
"Tell me about it." Dean said. "They put him on a frigging ventilator to help him breathe and he didn't wake up before a couple of days later and by that time, his kidneys had been damaged."
"Come again?" Bobby said with big eyes.
"You heard me; damaged kidneys." Dean repeated. "Doctor put him on dialyses a couple of days ago."
Bobby emptied his glass of whiskey in one gulp and then put it down hard on the table.
"Damn it, boys!" Bobby exclaimed and washed a hand down his face. "Wait - if Sam needs dialyses, what the hell are you two doing here then?"
"Well.. Funny story actually." Dean said with a small snort and scratched the hair on the back of his neck.
"What did you do this time, Dean?" Bobby sighed.
"Well for starters; I didn't like the hospital and I wanted Sam transferred to another hospital with better care." Dean explained.
"And?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah Dean, tell him." Sam remarked from the mattress.
"I um.. I kinda clocked the doctor." Dean said with a sheepish smile.
"You did what?" Bobby exclaimed.
"He had it coming!" Dean said.
"And why is that?" Bobby demanded to know.
"The guy was an ass!" Dean said.
"That still doesn't make it alright, Dean." Sam said.
"Sam, we've been through this already." Dean said. "Besides, none of it matters now. What does matter is that we can now look for a hospital that'll treat you right."
"Well, how about Sioux Falls General then?" Bobby suggested. "It's not far from here which means I'll be able to keep an eye on you idjits."
"How are their treatments?" Dean asked.
"What Dean means is how do the nurses look?" Sam remarked.
"Shut up, Sam." Dean said.
"Well it's a hospital." Bobby said with a shrug of his shoulders. "It's not like they're eating people or anything."
"Well, I'll check it out." Dean said. "Can we stay here for now?"
"You don't even have to ask, boy." Bobby said. "You can stay as long as you want."
"Thanks Bobby." Dean said.
"Yeah, thank you." Sam agreed.
"Yeah yeah, just don't get your panties in a twist." Bobby said. "You need anything else?"
"No, I've got it." Dean said.
"Good. Now get some rest you idjits!" Bobby said before he left the room to go back to sleep.
It wasn't exactly a good night. Sam's body was restless and even though he was sleepy, he couldn't really stay asleep for long at a time. Especially not since his limbs kept going into cramps and to make it even worse; Sam's nausea took over and he started throwing up. Luckily for him, he didn't have to go through all of these things alone because Dean stood by Sam's side through it all. He massaged his little brother's cramping limbs, held the bucket under Sam's mouth when he threw up and made sure Sam stayed as warm and comfy as possible. When the sun rose, the younger Winchester brother had finally fallen into a somewhat peaceful sleep with his head placed in Dean's lap – and that was how Bobby found them a couple of hours later. The sight of it made him smile (which he was not gonna share with any of the brothers!) and Bobby let them stay asleep as he went to the kitchen to make coffee.
Dean woke up when the smell of coffee reached his nostrils. He slowly blinked his eyes open and noticed two things; He was at Bobby's and Sam was asleep with his head in Dean's lap. The oldest Winchester brother rubbed at his eyes and carefully moved Sam's head to a pillow before he got up from the floor and walked to the kitchen.
"Good morning." Bobby said when he detected the young hunter. "How's your brother?"
"Not so well but at least he's sleeping for now." Dean said as he poured himself a cup of coffee.
"Rough night?" Bobby asked.
"You have no idea." Dean sighed and sat down by the kitchen table. "I'm taking him to Sioux Falls General as soon as possible."
"Oh. What made you make up your mind?" Bobby wanted to know.
Dean glanced in Sam's direction with guilt written all over his face.
"He's not getting better, only worse." Dean told the older man. "I shouldn't have moved him anywhere – he needs a hospital."
Bobby studied Dean's expression while he took a gulp of coffee. There was definitely something Dean didn't tell him.
"What was the real reason you punched the doctor?" Bobby asked after a little while of silence.
"He was a dick." Dean said.
"The real reason, Dean." Bobby said sharply.
"He.. um.. He told me that Sam would probably stay on dialyses for the rest of his life." Dean confessed. "But he didn't think Sam's kidneys would keep functioning for very long – even with the dialyses."
"And then you hit him?" Bobby asked.
"Yeah." Dean admitted.
Bobby nodded and then had to gulp down some more coffee to try to get rid of the lump that had formed in his throat. He followed Dean's gaze to the living room where Sam was currently shifting a little bit in his sleep. Sam let out a soft whimper and Dean immediately moved to his brother's side and gently touched Sam's shoulder while muttering something in his little brother's ear. It seemed to do the trick because Sam stopped shifting right away.
"Don't worry, Sammy." Dean whispered to his brother. "I'll fix you."
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