Dean waited for minutes, then hours. There was still no sign of Sam. After pacing around his motel room, he decided to wander around town to look for any sign of him. The best part about this case being in a small city was that almost everything was within walking distance away.
Dean walked down empty roads, accompanied by the darkness. Except for a gas station and hospital, there was nothing really around here worth going to. Dean checked the gas station first- no Sam.
He then looked back at the hospital. He doubted Sam would be stupid enough to end up in there. Still, it didn't hurt to check. He opened the door and was overwhelmed with the stench of sanitizer and bleach. The seats in the waiting areas were lined up neatly, and every surface in the hospital was dustless. Vases with flowers sat on glass tables, and pictures of art were framed on the walls. A television played in the room, mesmerizing the eyes of other patients awaiting treatment.
Dean walked up to a young nurse sitting at her desk.
"Was a man brought in here tonight? Mid 20's?"
The nurse sighed and looked up at him with bright blue eyes, "You'll have to be more specific."
Great. With so many different Aliases and fake ID badges, Dean had a hard time keeping track of names. He hesitated for a moment before remembering, "Agent Dante?"
The nurse nodded and checked the system on her computer. Sure enough, a Sam Dante was brought in not too long ago.
"He's in surgery right now. A doctor will come talk to you after. You can wait in the waiting room." She brushed her hair behind her ear and returned to her work.
Dean froze. No part of him actually thought that he would find Sam here.
"What do you mean he's in surgery? What happened?" Dean's loud voice received stares from all across the room, not that he cared.
"It looks like he wasn't brought in after a car accident. I'll update you if I get any new information."
Not the Impala too. It was like getting stabbed twice in the heart. When Sam got better, he was gonna make sure he never forgets this.
It was easier for Dean to be mad at Sam rather than leave his mind vulnerable for worry. If anything happened to Sam, there would be no one to blame but Dean himself. Sure hunting was his job, but more importantly it was to keep Sam safe. It's been that way all his life. Dean couldn't consider the possibility of failing such task.
To the right of Dean was a stack of magazines. He glanced over them for a bit, yet nothing could distract Dean from thinking about his brother hurt and alone. Dean wasn't there when Sam needed him most. He should've left immediately after he noticed Sam was missing.
Finally, after what felt like centuries of waiting, a doctor wandered into the waiting room and was pointed into Dean's direction by the nurse from earlier.
"Sam's out of surgery. He's stable and being transferred to the ICU."
For a moment Dean was relived, Sam was alive, he was going to be okay. After all they've defiantly dealt with more than a littler car accident. Unfortunately, the feeling didn't stay for long. The doctor was not done talking.
"We had to operate to reduce brain swelling and prevent further bleeding. The cause of the collision seems to been because of a seizure. We have specialists going over a CT scan and will update you when we find out what might have triggered it. "
"But he's ok now, right?" Dean desperately asked. He couldn't bear to listen to this any longer.
Dean looked at the doctor hopelessly. The stress of the job has defiantly taken a toll on the doctor's physical appearance. He looked about 40 years old with black/gray hair and dark circles beneath his eyes, conveying his lack of sleep. The Doctor stared back at Dean sympathetically.
"We won't know for sure for a couple of days. We had to place him in a medically induced comma to prevent further damage and give his body a chance to heal itself. With that said, there is a very high chance that he won't wake up at all, and if he does there will definitely be severe brain damage. We inserted a device in surgery that will help monitor the pressure and let us know the level of activity going on in Sam's brain. But I have to warn you, the Sam that wakes up- if he wakes up- won't be the Sam you knew before."
Dean nodded glumly. "Can I see him?" He asked, feeling weak and overwhelmed by his brother's condition. Dean thanked the doctor after receiving the directions, and dazedly walked to Sam's room. He felt detached from life, amen couldn't bear the thought of going through it without Sam.
Dean opened the door- grey and dull like the rest of the hospital. He was not prepared to see what lay behind it. IV's, oxygen tanks, and heart monitors attached to Sam's fragile weak body, pallor than the sheets on the bed. The doctor's words played over and over again in Dean's head, haunting him. Only this couldn't be solved with something as easy as digging up a grave and burning some bones. He had failed his brother. Sam was suffering, Because of a stupid mistake from a stupid decision. Dean was livid. Where was Sam planning on driving to anyways? A destination that would never be reached.
I'm obviously not a doctor or anything so the medical stuff in here is probably not factually accurate at all. Thanks for reading! Please let me know what you think about it so far. Also sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes I might have made.