Chapter 23. The doctor is in the house
Sam lay back in the uncomfortable chair trying to come to terms with what has happening. The waiting room was quiet and Sam took the time to take in his surroundings for the first time since Caleb left.
There were only a few other people sitting around the room. The thing that got his attention the most were the two small boys across the room from him. They were playing with hospital supplied toys. Well actually it looked like the older boy was doing his best to entertain the younger one while their mother sat in a chair nearby clearly stressed. Watching the boys, who couldn't be older than ten, Sam couldn't help but be reminded of his brother. There had been plenty of times when they had been really young and their father had been meeting with a hunting contact and Dean had been made to keep his brother entertained so that their father could work. Despite being made to take care of his little brother at such a young age Sam never felt like Dean was being made to spend time with him. Dean had always made Sam feel important and like he wanted to be there.
Just looking at the mother Sam could tell that she was a mess with worry and grief over who ever the small family was awaiting news on and he was willing to bet that it was the kids father. He sympathized with them because he knew all too well what it was like waiting to hear whether a family member was going to live or die. It 'sucked out loud' as Dean would say.
He was starting to get uncomfortable in the position he was in so sat forward again, putting his hands in his pockets. His hand found the little velvet bag he had forgotten was in there … Dean's birthday present. He felt sick to his stomach as he remembered that it was still Dean's birthday. Fate wouldn't be so cruel would it? His brother's life possibly hung in the balance on his own birthday.
He turned the small bag upside down and shook out its contents. The shiny black '67 Impala key ring stared back at him. Sam started to feel angry. He clenched the key ring in a tight fist. His family traveled the country side putting all their wants and needs aside to be some type of heroes. Why couldn't something good ever happen to them? Why couldn't they ever catch a break? Was it so much to ask for one birthday to go unmarred? Couldn't his father see that this was one of the exact reasons he complained about their lifestyle? He was sick to death of seeing his brother and father hurt. He was sick to death of seeing their friends hurt. He understood his fathers need to hunt. Saving people was important but he believed that they deserved something too. Being a self sacrificing hero wasn't all that it was cracked up to be.
"Sammy?"
Sam looked up at the sudden unexpected voice of Caleb. The man sounded worried, on the verge of scared, which was different compared to the way he was when he had left the waiting room.
"What's the matter?" Caleb asked almost hesitantly.
"What's not the matter?" Sam replied bitterly.
"Dude, you look like you're about to haul off and punch someone." Caleb observed as he warily sat down next to the youngest Winchester juggling a mixture of sandwiches, drinks and paperwork.
Sam frowned. He hadn't realized he had been showing his emotions so clearly on his face.
"Sam?" Caleb's voice came across full of worry once again. Apparently Sam's frown hadn't helped his anxiety. "Did you hear news on …?"
"No." Sam interrupted.
Caleb visibly relaxed. In his book no news was good news, until no news drove him insane and he attacked one of the hospital staff for information but he was hoping Mac would arrive before it came to that. "Then what …" he started but stopped as he saw that Sam had something clenched in his fist. "What ya got there?"
Sam laughed humorlessly and slowly unclenched his fist to show Caleb the Impala key ring. Understanding showed on the young psychic's face as he looked at the key ring.
"Do you know if he dies he'll die on his birthday? Pretty ironic," Sam spoke, his voice held a bitterness.
"Maybe … but Deuce aint dying, not on my watch," Caleb vowed snatching the key ring from Sam's hand to have a closer look.
If he were honest with himself, with everything that had happened, Dean's birthday had been the last thing on his mind. Sam was right and the irony of the situation was like a kick in the guts. He dumped his load of food and papers on the seat next to him and studied the key ring with two hands, leaning his elbows on his knees.
"He got hurt on your watch." Sam snapped, his anger overriding his sense. He regretted the words as soon as they slipped out of his mouth.
The hurt look Caleb gave him made him want to bury his head in the sand and not come out again until everything was fixed. Caleb couldn't have helped what happened to his brother any more than he could have. He knew that Caleb always took Dean's safety very personally and he had used it against him. Caleb looked back down at they key ring in his hands not being able to look Sam in the face which told Sam what he feared. Caleb did blame himself.
"God Caleb, I'm sorry. I didn't mean it …"
"No, you're right." A pained smile graced his face.
"No. Caleb, damn it! I'm just angry and I shouldn't have taken that out I'm you. I'm sorry." Sam hurriedly tried to apologize, worried that he had caused more damage to Caleb's psyche than was already there. "There was nothing you could have done and besides Dean's head issues started before I even called you to come for Dean's birthday. Please …. It's not your fault."
Caleb looked at Sam for a moment before holding out the key ring for Sam to take. "Hungry?"
Sam sighed and took the key ring back. "Not really." He'd really done it now. Caleb was already feeling bad and now he had made him feel worse.
Caleb shrugged his shoulders and picked up a packaged sandwich from the seat beside him and dumped it in Sam's lap. "Tough … try to eat." He picked up the clipboard and paper work and began to jot things down on the paper.
Knowing that Caleb wasn't going to speak anymore about it for the moment Sam put the Impala key ring back into its bag and then back into his pocket. He looked down at the sandwich that was in his lap. He really wasn't hungry but after the unintended guilt trip he had just landed on his friend he felt that he should at least try to eat some of it. He un-wrapped the sandwich and inspected it. It looked like ham, cheese and tomato. He shrugged a shoulder and took a bite. It could have been worse.
He glanced next to him to see that Caleb was still sitting there silently filling in the paperwork. It just went to show how often that Caleb had needed to do this because he didn't seem to be finding any difficulty in filling in his families details.
Caleb's hand stilled suddenly and he looked up to find Sam staring at him. "What?"
Sam took another bite out of his sandwich and swallowed. "Nothing," he answered.
Caleb looked at him suspiciously and then looked back down at the form in front of him. Sam's words had hit a nerve with him. Normally he would have brushed them off but after his phone call to Mac and that little alone time he had been allowed his emotions were closer to the surface than he would have liked. Not mention Sam's reminder that it was in fact still Dean's birthday. God, how did things get so screwed up?
"Aren't you gonna eat your sandwich?" Sam's quiet voice asked and had Caleb looking up from his papers again. "You should eat too ya know."
Caleb lifted an eyebrow. "You my dietician now runt?"
"You ordered me to eat."
"Yeah that's because I'm older."
Sam rolled his eyes. How many times had he heard that from Dean? "I really don't want to hear how that makes you automatically right."
"Okay, I won't tell you then." Caleb smiled. It felt good to fall into a familiar banter even if it was with a thirteen year old. "Hey Sam, what name is your Dad's insurance under this time?"
Sam frowned as he tried to remember what the name on the latest insurance card was. He knew that it was in his dad's wallet but it wasn't like they had that on them right now. "Um …Young … I think."
Caleb smirked at the name. "Let me guess … that was Deuce's pick." The boy was forever choosing members of famous rock bands or movie stars as aliases when he was given a choice and obviously this time he had gone with AC/DC.
"What do you think?"
"Figures," he quipped and continued to fill in the appropriate information. Whatever he didn't know would have to wait.
"Did you call Mac?" Sam asked around another mouthful of sandwich.
Caleb sighed and clipped the pen to the clipboard and placed it down on the seat next to him and picked up the bottle of root beer he had picked up for himself and handed the other one to Sam. "Yeah, he's already on his way."
"Really?" Sam accepted the bottle of root beer and placed it on the floor next to his feet.
Caleb nodded and then took a swig from his bottle. "The Brotherhood connection was in full swing."
"Good." Sam felt a lot better that Mac would be here soon. If anyone could fix this problem it would be the doctor. He swallowed the last bite of his sandwich and then looked back at Caleb who had gone quiet again, resting back in the hard back chair. "Caleb?"
"Mmmhmm?" he answered lazily.
"I've been wondering … Carlson, the real Carlson, said something about mom before he ran into the house … and that's another thing, why did dad get taken back to our old home in the first place?"
Caleb sat there silently pondering Sam's question. The hunter hadn't realized that Carlson had spoken to Sam so he was unprepared for the question about Mary. He wondered how much he should divulge to Sam right now but he realized that Sam was like a dog with a bone when he wanted information out of someone. The kid was always asking questions.
He sighed and then looked at the kid who was starring at him waiting for an answer. He supposed that he should let the kid know what had happened because he knew that if he were in Sam's position he would want answers.
Still leaning back against the back of the chair Caleb rolled his head towards Sam "Okay, I guess you have a right to know."
Sam wasn't going to point out that of course he had a right to know because it looked like Caleb was about to spill and he didn't want to spoil it.
"Okay." The psychic started, wondering what he should start with. "Basically from what I could gather from mine and Dean's visit with the real Carlson, the guy knew your mother. See apparently the guy got picked on a lot during his life but your mother ... well she actually paid attention to him." Caleb explained.
"Carlson believed that he was in love with her and then got severely pissed when Johnny married her. He kinda believed that she loved him." He sat forward, really not understanding why hospital chairs were so freaking uncomfortable.
"Anyways he blamed your father for her death which is why his doppelganger went after him and took him back to the old house. He wanted John to pay."
"Why did he try to kill me and Dean?"
Caleb raised his eyebrows as he contemplated his next answer. "Well … I guess he thought that you and your brother were part of what took Mary away from him. He was a bit delusional kiddo."
Sam's forehead creased as he leaned forward unconsciously mimicking the way Caleb was sitting, leaning his elbows on his knees. "Maybe …" Sam halted like he didn't want to say the next words.
Caleb bumped shoulders with the boy to prompt him to continue. "Maybe what?"
Sam looked down at his hands and Caleb had the distinct feeling that he didn't want to know where this was going. "It's just sometimes I think maybe if it wasn't for us … or at least me then maybe she wouldn't …"
"Whoa there Sammy," Caleb gripped Sam's forearm. "Don't even finish that sentence. You know that's not true."
"Caleb she died above my crib. Dad doesn't say it so much but I know he thinks whatever killed her was after me. Maybe she …" he stopped when Caleb gave his arm a shake.
"Dude, what did I just say?"
"You said …"
"That's right. Sammy, man, what happened was not your fault anymore than it was Dean's or your fathers. It was no-one's fault other than the damn thing that killed her." Caleb made sure to lower his voice. He didn't think the whole waiting room should be privy to this conversation. "Do you understand me?"
Sam didn't answer he just looked up with unshed tears in his eyes again making Caleb want to kill something. "Sam, do you understand me? Because I didn't know her but dude I know that she loved you guys."
"How?"
"Because she was your mother Sam and if what happened that night protected you then I know that she'd do that again without a second thought because that's what parents do but it doesn't make that your fault."
"That's what Dean says."
Caleb smirked. "Yeah well Deuce has his moments."
"They have to be okay Caleb." Sam wiped at his eyes that had once again betrayed him.
It went against all his anti chick flick rules but Caleb didn't stop himself from taking his hand from Sam's arm and placing his arm around the kids shoulder and pulling Sam to him in an awkward embrace. Sam didn't pull away but actually leaned into the psychic, taking solace that he wasn't alone in this whole mess. Caleb pretended be a lot of things but when it came right down to it he was one thing … a reliable older brother. Something that Sam was glad his brother got to experience since he did such a good job at being Sam's older brother.
"They'll be fine because if they're not I will so kill their asses."
That earned a chuckle from the boy which made Caleb smile in relief that he could at least accomplish something. "You can't kill them if they are already dead moron."
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy … you of all people should know better."
"Our lives are so weird."
"Tell me about it." Caleb gave Sam's shoulders a quick squeeze before he released the boy.
"Thanks Caleb."
"Anytime kiddo," Caleb breathed another sigh of relief. Another emotional Sammy disaster had been averted with minimal damage. If only he could stop his own thoughts and doubts running around in his own head.
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"What the hell is taking so long?"
Caleb looked up from the magazine he had been flicking through to look at the pacing younger Winchester. He hadn't really been reading the magazine but with all this sitting and waiting he felt he had to do something and Sam unlike usual had been strangely quiet … that was until this latest bout of pacing.
Sam ran his fingers though his hair as he paced in front of Caleb, five steps one way, an about turn and five steps back the way he had come. "And where the hell is Mac?"
Caleb sighed and put the magazine down on the seat beside him and glanced tiredly at his watch. It had been an hour and a half since he had called his father and the man had told him he was an hour away. Mac wasn't usually one to be late and Caleb hoped that it was a simple problem like being stuck in traffic that was keeping him because he didn't think either of them could take another blow right now.
"I'm sure he'll be here soon Sammy and as for what's happening in there, your guess is as good as mine."
"I can't stand this …"
"Dude, sit down already." He reached out and grabbed a hold of Sam's long sleeve and tugged him back over to the seats. "The hospital doesn't need you wearing a hole in the floor."
The young teen sat down begrudgingly. "I don't really care what the hospital needs."
"Sam …"
"Mac!" Sam explained and jumped out of his seat again before Caleb had time to process what Sam was yelling about.
Sam didn't waste anytime in almost running over to where Dr. Mackland Ames had just hurriedly walked through the doors to the emergency waiting area. Caleb followed behind Sam and took in his father's appearance. He was wearing jeans, a simple blue pull over and was carrying a small duffle that would have been hastily packed after Jim had called. Caleb noticed the worried and concerned look on his fathers face and thought that it made him look older than he really was.
The doctor looked to where he heard his name being called and Caleb saw the look of relief at seeing them automatically appear on the man's face. Mac started towards them and met them halfway holding out a steadying hand as Sam skidded to a stop in front of him.
"Samuel," Mac greeted, squeezing the boys shoulder. "Are you okay?"
"I'm fine."
"Patented Winchester reply," Caleb quipped in greeting as he came to a stop next to his father and Sam.
"Not just a Winchester reply." Mac replied looking his son over, not liking what he saw but happy enough for now that both boys seemed physically fine. "Have you heard word on John and Dean?" he asked directing his question at his son.
Caleb shook his head in the negative. "It's been …" he looked down at his watch. "…about two hours since they were brought into the ER."
"Dad's heart stopped Mac!" Sam exclaimed. Now that the older man was there Sam wasn't going to hold back. "And Dean … he had a seizure of some kind I think and I know he's had too many concussions in a row and that's not good and …"
"Sammy …" Caleb began.
"And it's Dean's birthday …" Sam continued on his breath hitching as everything came bubbling up again.
"Samuel." Mac leant down and grabbed the boy by both shoulders and forced him to look at him. "It's going to be okay."
"Everybody keeps saying that."
"Have I ever lied to you?" Mac asked seriously looking into Sam's eyes.
"No."
"Then believe me. I won't let anything happen to your father or your brother."
"I know that." Sam sighed.
"Good." Mac patted him on the shoulder and then stood straight and looked at his son who had remained quiet during the exchange. "On the phone you said something about Dean's headaches being connected to John."
Caleb nodded again. "It seemed like it but I think his performance in the emergency room confirmed it."
"What happened?"
Caleb looked down at Sam and then back up at his father. "Well Dean woke up for a little bit and then all of a sudden his eyes rolled back and he started convulsing. A couple of seconds later John coded, too close to be a coincidence and he kept on telling me that every time he had one of his headaches he got a bad feeling."
Mac brought his hand up and absently rubbed at his moustache with his thumb and index finger, obviously thinking things through in his head. He suddenly dropped his hand back down and handed his duffle to his son. "Okay, I'm going to see what I can find out."
"They are under the name Young." Caleb supplied. He didn't think it would be wise if his father asked to see a Winchester.
Mac nodded. "You two wait in the waiting room."
Caleb and Sam exchanged a look and then nodded to doctor. They stood watching as Mac moved to the front desk. After a quick explanation and a show of his ID Mac was allowed through the ER doors.
"So … looks like were relegated to the waiting room again." Caleb commented as the both turned around and headed back.
"Looks like," Sam agreed.
Caleb patted Sam on the back and then resumed walking next to the young teen as they made their way back to the dreaded waiting room. The psychic felt a little better now that Mac had showed up. He trusted his father could handle things and when everything was under control and everyone was on the mend he would have to make it a point to thank the man. He knew he didn't need to thank him but Caleb felt that the older psychic deserved to hear it anyways.
xXx
Mackland let out a calming breath before opening the ER doors that led back to where he had left his son and Sam waiting almost half an hour ago. The two were probably about on the verge of wanting to kill him by now but he had to be thorough.
Despite being told what had happened Mac had still been a little shocked when he had gotten his first glimpse at his friend. The man looked beaten to hell and back … and then back to hell. He had some vivid bruising on his face and although he looked extremely pale he was hot to the touch. An oxygen mask had been placed over his nose and mouth to make breathing a little easier for him. The whole picture had been unsettling and he could now understand why Caleb had sounded so scared when he had called him. The doctor could imagine what the man would have looked like when they first brought him in. He had the automatic instinct to want to take over his friends care but he was satisfied that the medical staff at Lawrence Memorial Hospital. They seemed to know what they were doing so he let them be.
Dean on the other hand was a different story. He was worried. Head injuries were nothing to play around with and Dean's had escalated badly. Had Mac been around when they first happened the stubborn Winchester would have been made to see a doctor straight away but alas Mac hadn't been around and now he was dealing with a very dangerous and possibly deadly condition. He knew that the boys on the other side of door were not going to like the news but it was better than the alternative.
Mackland pushed against the doors and walked through and headed straight to the waiting room. Sam was seated uncomfortably in a chair and Caleb was pacing. Sam spotted him first and stood up. Seeing Sam's movement Caleb swung around to meet his fathers gaze. This was it, what they had been waiting for.
"You've been gone forever. What's going on? Are they okay?" Caleb blurted out all at once before Mac even had a chance to get a word out.
The doctor held up both hands in a silent order to wait and let him explain. "I've been in to see both of them and I won't lie to you. They are both in a bad way."
Caleb rolled his eyes. "We knew that."
"Let me finish Caleb." He understood that Caleb was just anxious and worried. "John's list is quite extensive. Broken arm, three broken ribs which thankfully didn't puncture anything but they did cause him to have trouble expanding his lungs at one point." Mac paused for a breath and then continued. "He had a puncture wound to his leg which bled quite a lot and is infected which is being treated by antibiotic's as we speak and the blood is being replaced."
"Is he going to be alright?" Sam asked in a quiet voice his pallor suddenly becoming pale.
"Our biggest concern was Blood loss, dehydration and infection and he was in shock when you brought him but all that is being combated."
"So he's going to be alright?" Caleb asked Sam's previous question.
Mackland smiled slightly. "The doctors tell me it was close for a while there but he should be fine with rest and medication, although he'll be out of commission for a while."
"What about Dean?" Sam piped up again.
Mackland's smile faded and it sent warning signs through Caleb and he braced himself for what his father was about to tell them.
"Well Dean is another story." The doctor began. He took a few steps to the seats and sat down gesturing for Sam and Caleb to do the same.
Sam sat down warily next Mac scared out of his wits by now. Why did doctors always have to draw it out? The answer he wanted was simple. Dean was going to live or he's going to die, preferably the former.
Caleb remained standing, not daring to move until he heard that all was right in Dean-Land.
Mac could see the twin looks of panic and realized that he hadn't told them the most important thing. "Don't worry boy's he's still with us but he's not out of the woods just yet."
"What the hell does that mean?" Caleb snapped. He had been waiting for news for just about two and a half hours which probably didn't sound like a long time but when waiting on the life of friends it felt like a lifetime.
Mac gave his son a patient but reprimanding look. He knew that Caleb wasn't meaning to take his frustrations out on him so for now he would let it slide.
"Basically the problem is the multiple head injuries have caused what we call a Subdural Hematoma."
Sam's brow furrowed as he took in the word. He had heard it before but he didn't know exactly what that meant for Dean. "What's that?"
A thoughtful look came over Mac's features as he decided how best to describe the condition so that Sam would understand. "Well it's basically a bleed outside of the brain and it's typically caused by damage to a vessel carrying venous blood …"
"English Mac." Caleb complained.
"Venous blood is blood that has passed through capillaries and distributed oxygen to the tissues …"
"And so …" Caleb interrupted again making a rolling motion with his hand indicating that he wanted the explanation to move along.
Mac glanced up at his son with an irritated look and then looked back down at Sam who seemed to be taking everything in. "Long story short, Dean's multiple concussions are a classic cause of Subdural Hematoma and his symptoms over the last few days would coincide with that diagnosis."
"What about his connection to John? If this is a medical problem then …"
"I think I have an answer for that."
"Care to elaborate?"
"If you'll let me finish … I'm not the enemy son." Mac mentally congratulated himself on his restraint.
Caleb rolled his eyes and then looked down at his boots. He didn't know why he was suddenly being short with his father but he just wanted to know exactly what they were dealing with. "I'm sorry … please continue," he replied sincerely and looked down at his father.
Mackland gave his son a reassuring smile before looking back Sam. "Okay I believe his connection to your father is caused by two things. With a Subdural Hematoma the bleed is usually situated over the surface of the frontal or parietal lobe. In Dean's case it's the temporal lobe."
Sam continued to lock gazes with Mac as he spoke and he was once again thankful that the man had showed up.
"Now the temporal lobe is often associated with strange sensations, time distortions, and hallucinations."
"He wasn't hallucinating was he Caleb?" Sam asked looking up at him.
"Nope, not that I know of,"
"Well here's there interesting part." Mac began. "It's also sometimes used as an explanation for paranormal experiences such as apparitions and alien abductions … according to some."
Caleb snorted. "Alien abductions."
"That's not the point I was making Caleb. What I'm saying is that I think with the damage to that part of Dean's brain coupled with the fact that he was already naturally worried about his father it formed some kind of psychic connection for lack of a better word."
"Dean's not psychic." Sam interjected.
"No he's not and this wont be permanent," Mac agreed. "But it's a plausible explanation and my own research would suggest it's possible."
Caleb put his hands in his pockets and rocked back on the balls of his feet. "Okay so where does that leave us now?"
Mac sighed. "Well the bleed is quite progressive; I'm surprised he lasted as long as he did. I don't know, maybe subconsciously his brain knew that John was in trouble and held out until he knew John was safe."
"It wasn't until we had John safely tucked away that his body dropped out on him but he had been tussling with a doppelganger at the time so I didn't think much of it." Caleb explained, taking one hand out of his pockets to run it through his black hair.
"We are getting him prepped for surgery to drain the accumulated blood before it puts to much pressure on his brain."
"Shouldn't he already be in surgery we have been here for ages?" Caleb exclaimed.
"He has been given a dose of Phenytoin to avoid anymore seizures. The last thing we need is for him to have one while in surgery. He has also been given a dose of Mannitol for reducing intracranial pressure while we wait. He should be ready to go soon."
"Are you going to be operating on him?" Sam asked nervously. He trusted Mac to work on his brother.
Mac nodded in the affirmative. "Yes. I insisted as Dean's doctor that I be included in the surgery and Doctor Callaway was very willing to allow me to take over the reigns. Apparently he is a fan of my work. Dean is now in my care."
Sam smiled in relief. He believed that there was no-one better to be taking care of his brother than Mac. The man was a genius.
"So after the surgery he's gonna be okay though right?" Mac had yet to actually say the words and Caleb wanted to hear them.
"He'll need to be monitored but knowing Dean I'm sure he'll pull through just fine." Mac ruffled Sam's shaggy brown hair and then looked up at his son who was still standing. "He'll be fine." He emphasized for Caleb's sake.
"Barring any unforeseen complications," Caleb added.
Mac nodded slowly. "Like with any surgery."
Caleb stared at his father for a few minutes and then allowed himself to believe in what the doctor was saying. He sank down in the chair next to Sam, putting the boy between himself and Mac.
They were all quiet for a few minutes before a thought occurred to Mac and he sat up straighter. "Has anyone thought to call Missouri and update her on the situation?"
Caleb and Sam's eyes both widened as they both realized they had left her hanging pretty badly and she was probably going nuts with worry.
Mac winced. "I take that as a no." He didn't relish the idea of what the fiery black psychic would have to say to him. She liked getting on his back about things. Luckily for him he had surgery to prepare for.
"I have to go and get ready for Dean's surgery. Son, you call Missouri and tell her what's going on." Mac stood as Caleb began to protest. "It's an order."
"And he's older which according to you makes him automatically right." Sam piped up with a smirk. Caleb's stricken expression at the thought of being under the psychic's wrath was too good to pass up and rubbing Caleb's words back in his face was always fun.
"Yeah but that only applies to me … not old people." Caleb looked sheepishly at his father when Mac gave him an 'excuse me' look. "Not that you are old Dad."
"I'll see you after the surgery." Mac smiled at Caleb knowingly before turning around to leave.
"Mac …" Sam's voice stopped him in his tracks. "Can I see Dean before the surgery?"
"He won't be awake, Samuel."
Sam shrugged his shoulder. "It doesn't matter, I just wanna see him. Please."
Caleb watched the beginnings of his father crumbling under the full effect of the puppy dog eyes. Not even the great and wonderful Doctor Mackland Ames was impervious to the Sammy pleading face. Mac had always had an extra soft spot for the youngest Winchester which left Caleb alone to make a phone call to a probably angry and worried force of nature.
"Okay, come on but only for a few minutes okay Sam?" How could he say no?
"Thanks Mac!" a real honest smile graced Sam's face at the prospect of being able to see his brother and the young teen stood to follow Mac.
Mac turned to his son and pointed to him with his index finger. "You make sure you call Missouri, she deserves to know."
"Yes, yes." Caleb waved him off and watched as Mac lead Sam away from the waiting room, leaving Caleb still standing. Once they were through the ER doors Caleb ran both hands through his hair and let out a shaky breath. "Damn Deuce, you never do anything halfhearted do you."
TBC ...
Well guys what did you think? Was Mackland okay? I finally gave u an explanantion about Dean's head problem :) I wasnt going to post without finally giving you that lol.
For all of you that have seen the finale which i assume most of you have ... I am very jelous ... I have to wait for the download to finish which is usually about 3am :( i hate waiting. I did talk to a friend today on msn and she told me all about it (i couldnt not ask her about it lol) so i'm hanging even more lol Oh and I got my Dean ring and Amulet in the mail the other day ... so exciting lol
Oh and i made a new John and Dean vid for GhostWryter last weekend called "Everything you ever wanted" so whoever is interested the link to my youtube page is on my profile.
Okay everyone have a good weekend and i'll try to post sooner next time :)
Tara x0x