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The Collector

Chapter seven

The fight quickly moved outside into the parking lot as most of the patrons of the bar emptied into the streets, the majority of the men going after Sam for attacking one of their own. Dean tried his best to protect his brother as he pulled the men one by one off of Sam and finished them off with a few sure hits. Sam, even in his confused state, fought hard his instincts automatically kicking in when he saw the men turn on his brother. They fought side by side holding their own against their opponents, but there were just too many of them. Within half an hour they both lay bruised and bleeding in the parking lot. The men then filed back into the bar some of them stopping by the injured brothers to deliver a last kick to their already sore ribs.

"We don't like strangers in this town, especially ones that start trouble. Get out!" One of the men said right before he delivered a hard kick to Dean's side.

Dean let out a soft cry of pain and wrapped his arm around his ribs, but the pain was quickly forgotten, his first concern was his brother.

"Sam? Sam you okay?" He rolled onto his side looking for Sam. "Damn it Sammy answer me!"

"Dean…." Sam's voice came softly from the other side of Dean.

Dean quickly rolled over and saw his brother lying a few yards away.

"You okay Sam?"

"I've been better." Sam said wincing as he painfully stood up. He then reached down and helped his brother up. "You okay?"

"What the hell happened in there Sam? Why did you attack that guy?" Dean ignored Sam's question and fired back with two of his own.

"Attack who? What are you talking about?"

"You broke a bottle in there and then attacked someone with it." Dean could see the blank look on Sam's face. "You don't remember?"

Sam shook his head; he had no idea what Dean was talking about.

"No…the last thing I remember is going into the bar. What happened?"

"I was trying to see if anyone could tell us anything about that guy that had talked to us earlier when all of a sudden you flipped out and started attacking people."

Sam just shook his head in disbelief; he couldn't remember any of it.

"Dean what's happening to me?"

"I don't know Sam, but I think you need to go back to the hospital. Something's wrong, they said you only had a mild concussion, this shouldn't be happening. These hallucinations should start to ease up not still be this strong."

"I don't want to go back to the hospital Dean." He looked at his brother with tears in his eyes. "Please Dean …I don't want to go back."

"We don't have a choice Sam. You're going to end up hurting yourself or someone else if you keep having these hallucinations."

Dean knew Sam hated hospitals almost as much as he did. When they were kids they had been in a car accident and taken to the hospital along with their dad who had been driving. The hospital's emergency room had been full and Sam had to be taken to a hospital in another city. He had been only five and had been terrified to find himself hurt and alone in the hospital. The family wasn't reunited until three days later and Dean still remembered how Sam wouldn't let him out of his sight for weeks afterward; terrified that he would be left alone again. Dean knew those memories still haunted his brother.

"Sam I'll be right there with you, I'm not going anywhere….You won't be alone."

"Dean…I…."

"Sam we don't have a choice in this…You could be bleeding inside your head or something, which might be why you're having these vivid images."

As much as Sam hated hospitals he knew Dean was right. If these hallucinations continued he could end up hurting someone, maybe even his brother.

The hospital

Sam was admitted to the hospital and held over night for observation. The doctor scheduled tests to be run on Sam the following day. He sat on the edge of his bed still dressed while Dean sat on a chair next to him.

"Sam it will be alright…you'll probably just have to stay here a day or two till you're thinking clear again." Dean tried to reassure his brother, he could tell he was nervous.

"I guess…." Sam got off the bed and walked to the door and looked down the hall.

"What are you looking for?"

"I'm thirsty; I thought maybe they had a cart nearby with some drinks on it."

Dean stood up and walked over to his brother.

"The doctor wants you confined to your room until they run some tests. I can get you a soda, there's a snack bar downstairs." Dean walked to the door then turned back to Sam. "I'll be right back. Why don't you get changed into that hospital gown and climb into bed."

"Hurry back." Sam said his fear of hospitals and being left alone starting to surface.

"I'll just be a few minutes." Dean said as he quickened his pace. He stopped at the nurse's station and asked the nurse on duty to keep an eye on his brother. She assured him she would because the doctor already had informed her that he didn't want Sam left alone unless he was sedated.

Ten minutes later

Dean got off the elevator and started to head to Sam's room but stopped when he saw the commotion in the hallway. Nurses were running in and out of his brother's room in a panic. Dean tossed the soda to the floor and ran down the hall.

"What's wrong?" He said as he passed one of the nurses. "Is it my brother?" Dean's heart was pounding in his chest. Had Sam had another hallucination and hurt himself or someone else he wondered? He didn't wait for her answer as he ran into his brother's room. He could feel the cool air from the broken window as soon as he stepped into the room. Glass and blood covered the floor and Sam was no where in sight.

TBC