Dean woke up and sat up, rubbing his eyes. He pulled out his phone and checked the time, it was 5:30. "Shit," he mumbled and looked through all of the messages and missed calls from Sam.
[Text From: Sammy] I'm done call me, jerk
[Text From: Sammy] Dee, this isn't funny come on.
[Text From: Sammy] I've waited 20 minutes, I'm going to walk home
[Text From: Sammy] Call me if you get these before I get home
[Text From: Sammy] Dean, I'm being followed by a group of guys...
[Text From: Sammy] They're getting closer, there's 3 of them, hopefully it's just a coincidence
That was the last message Dean had gotten from Sam, he looked over at the man who knocked and opened the door. He was the "butler" although they didn't call him that. "What is it?," Dean asked, getting up and getting ready to go find Sam. "It's Sam...he never came home and I just got a call, he's in the hospital, you need to go," Logan told him. He was out the door and ran down the steps to his car and got in. Dean broke several speeding limits, and surprisingly he didn't run any red lights, they were all green. It was like if the world knew he wasn't going to stop until he was at the hospital with Sam.
The long, excruciating car ride soon came to an end as he pulled into the hospital. Parking, he grabbed his keys and sprinted into the desk. "Sam W-Winchester," he huffed, hoping she understood the rest. "Sam...," she typed it in on the computer, "Are you family?" Dean nodded and had a 'no duh' look on his face. "Yeah, I'm his freakin' brother, now where is he?" She nodded, "He was taken into surgery, he will be in room 123, I can send a doctor in to tell you more on his condition. Where's your father?" He shrugged, "Hell if I know, lady, he's busy, which way is 123?" She pointed and Dean walked quickly towards the hallway. It was halfway down on the right, he went in and paced, unable to sit still, worried about his brother. Finally, a doctor came in with a clipboard. "Are you...Dean Winchester?," he asked. Dean nodded, "Yeah, I am. How's my brother." The doctor looked at Dean, "I think you should sit down.." Dean looked at at the doctor, "Just tell me about my FRIGGIN BOTHER! What's wrong with you people?" The Doctor sighed, "Sam has...he has a broken left wrist, three cracked ribs, his head was split open, a black eye, a cut above his eye, and a swollen, cut lip, along with a lot of bruising and some other minor cuts," he read off the clip board. "We had to do surgery on his wrist to reconstruct it, he's getting a cast put on. He has staples in his head, other than that, he should heal up nicely." Dean listened and as he spoke, he got more and more agitated, "How did this happen?," his voice was low and dangerous. The doctor was reluctant to tell him, but he had to, "Sam was attacked by a group of people...He's out of surgery and will be brought here in about 5 minutes." Dean just nodded, too angry to speak, but he wasn't sure if he was angry at himself or the "group."
He waited and waited and waited, finally they wheeled Sam's bed into the room, he was asleep. They had him hooked up to a heart monitor and an iv for fluids. Dean pulled a chair up after everyone left and sat there next to Sam. Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours, still no sign of their dad, he was probably on the other side of the world. Dean sat there, plotting his next move, but he wouldn't dare leave Sam alone and all by himself.
Sam soon stirred in his sleep, and slowly he woke up, groaning. "D-Dee," he mumbled obviously feeling pain. "Sammy, it's okay," Dean said, standing up, grabbing his good hand carefully. "It's okay, I'm here." Sam looked up at Dean as best as he could, "I-I tried to fight them off, but there was three of them." It broke Dean's heart to hear that, he leaned down a bit. "Hey, it's okay baby boy," Dean said softly, "It's not your fault, you tried. I should be the one appologizing, I wasn't there for you like I should've been." Sam closed his eyes, "Nono, 't's okay," he mumbled, "Shoulda waited." The doctor came in and gave him a shot of pain medication to help. "It's okay, Sam. I shoulda waited on you, it's my fault, now get some rest, you have some healin' to do," he smiled a bit and Sam nodded a little before sitting down again, this time closer, so he could still have his hand on Sam's.
Dean sat there and eventually fell asleep, head slumped over, but he never left go of his brother's hand, afraid something might happen to him if he let go. He woke up to the phone ringing. He sleepily answered it, "Hello?" There was a bit of noise on the other before someone spoke, "Hey, Dean. How's Sam?" Dean sighed, "He's sleepin' right now, but he ain't so hot. Where are you?" John sighed, "In London on a buisness meetin, I'm gonna try to get back as soon as I can." Dean laughed, sarcastically, "Yeah right. You're never here for us, especially when we need it. Do yourself a favour an' just don't come back. It's not like we ever see you anyways." There was silence on the other end, Dean had thought maybe his dad hung up. Finally, he spoke up, "Hey. That ain't fair, Dean. You know I'm a busy man an' I try to make time for you, as much as possible. I'm only one guy," John sounded a bit hurt, but Dean didn't care. "You know what ain't fair? Us not seeing you in over three months. You not bein' here for your son when he's in the hospital. You. Not. Bein'. There." John seemed even more upset at those comments, "It has...it has been three months, hasn't it? Dean...I'm sorry, I'll make it up to you, both of you. I'll try to get on the next flight there." Dean laughed, "Save it, I'll believe it when I see it." He hung up and went back to watching over Sam, it was 4 am and he was exhausted. It wasn't much longer until Dean finally fell back asleep again.