Chapter 5

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It took him a while to come to, but he finally did. Sam quickly came close to Dean's bed when he heard a small noise come from Dean. It was one of those sleepy noises Dean made when he was being woken up and he didn't want to.

The small groan followed with Dean's eyes moving under the lid. He was having trouble opening his eyes again. It only made Sam get closer and try to help his brother resurface. Dean had never been a quick recover from unconsciousness, but he was one that took a lot of hits before giving into unconsciousness. Sam on the other hand was always one hit away from unconsciousness, but was one to wake up within seconds. Sam's mind and body somehow always knew if the place was different beneath him, he'd bounce awake. Like his mind knew the smell of 'home', their baby, so well that if he laid anywhere else he would bounce back awake because it wasn't their normal place.

"C'mon, Dean. Rise and shine." Fingers soothingly running through Dean's hair, he thought it'll help Dean recognize him. I guess it helped as Dean leaned completely into Sam's palm. Resting there for the next few seconds before his eyes opened just a little bit and he smiled when he clearly saw Sam. His little brother looked tired and drained, but he also ad a smile on his face. Man, he must have worried Sam so much he thought.

"Are you still hurting?" Asked the younger Winchester, worry clear in his eyes as he ran his fingers one more time through Dean's hair. Moving back the sweaty hair sticking to his forehead and the bandage going around his head over the temple. He had to made sure to not put pressure on it. Dean's head probably already hurt. "Let me get the doctor, Dean." He got up to leave but noticed Dean's face get upset and raise from the pillow as he watched Sam walk away. I guess he was still a bit too hazy to understand.

"Hey, it's okay." He turned back, both hands taking Dean's and gently pushing him back onto the bed. Reassuring him everything was okay. "I don't have to leave, I can just press the call button." he smiled at Dean who finally relaxed. His eyes going back to its half open state. Pressing the call button, Sam waited for someone to appear. He watched Dean hazily look around the room then at his blanket, squishing a fistful of it in his palm as if it was a plushy. His eyes probably couldn't see far enough to his feet to notice the cast.

"I see he's finally awake." Came a gentle whisper from the back. Sam quickly turned to see a Doctor peak into the room then quietly enter closing the door behind him. "Hello" he said, picking up Dean's chart from the foot of his bed and placing it over the one that was already in his hand. He went around the bed and scribbled a few things down on the chart, casually looking over to the few machines hooked to Dean and taking down numbers and digits. Pressing buttons, Doctor stuff.. y'know.

"My name's Dr. Young. You can call me John if you like." Dr. Young was a tall man. Well, he looked really young. Maybe late twenties, lean, fine body and the doctor's coat tightly fit. Sam almost wanted to say haha, so where's the real doctor. He had dirty brown hair like Dean's and an Australian accent. "Had he spoken yet?" John asked, leaning down to look into Dean's bright eyes. Dean was looking up at the Doctor like a curious child, eyes big and eyelids sleepily fluttering once in a while.

"No, I pressed the button to get you the second he opened his eyes." He watched the doctor reach into his coat pocket carefully and pull out a half size pen writing with it on the chart & as he did that Dean reached for the Doctor's stethoscope's since end and held it before his eyes, staring at it then pressing it against his cheek. Sam had to look down and stop himself from laughing. Dean was too high on morphine.

Dr. Young laughed, still looking at his chart then used that pen to flash light into Dean's eye but before he could do that Dean dropped the stethoscope and grabbed the doctor's chin. Running his fingers over it then scrunched his face up and tried to move away from the light flashing in his eyes. "I'm sorry Doctor, he's out of it." Sam felt the need to apologize and explain as he took Dean's hands and rested them down then again and eventually gave Dean his hands to 'play' with. Dean was easily distracted in his hay state. It was adorable.

"Oh no Sam, no need to explain to me since I am the one that is keeping his on the heavy stuff." He wrote down a few more things then shook his head then he was nodding and mumbling something to the clipboard. "Okay" He said and pulled in a chair sitting opposite to Sam on the other side of the bed. He let Dean hold onto the Stethoscope when he reached for it again.

"His eye was really dilated, but it's almost back to normal now. He still has a concussion and it should go away in a couple of days with lots of bed time." He pulled back Dean's right eyelid and showed Sam then the left. The right eye looked bigger and a bit creepier. "His temple's got four stitches. Come back in a few days and we'll take them off." They both sat there for a second watching Dean be confused by Sam's long fingers before Sam spoke up. "This is so weird.. He's so calm and okay, I mean.. I guess the painkillers really just works that way."

"Yes, you rather have him like this than trying not to cry because I can promise you he'll hurt a lot from that ankle. Which reminds me. Have you signed the second surgery forms?" Sam looked shocked. Second? There was a surgery done on Dean that he did not know about?! "The first one I spoke to you bout before the surgery went absolutely successful. We were able to clear out the bad tissue and the unneeded shred of bones and the sooner the second one is done the better."

Sam was just staring at Dean's foot now. No wonder Dean was so out of it, he wasn't on some casual painkillers. He was literally on like Morphine or some before operation sedatives. It all looked too much for someone that'd just broken one bone. "What did he break exactly?" He asked without looking away from the elevated foot. "Oh no, he didn't /break/ any bone. He completely powdered it in place." It was like Sam's jaw fell. "I.. We talked about this Sam, you.. don't remember?" NO, Sam screamed in his head. He probably agreed to things without even knowing but all that mattered was Dean was okay.

"Yes, no, I mean I do.. Just wanted to hear it again." Frowning, he looked back over at Dean. This wasn't weird anymore. It was normal, the way Dean was acting when he first woke up and now with how.. out of it he is. He isn't even speaking. He definitely isn't going to be walking for a very long time and maybe never run again. This made some get glassy eyed. This is all his fault, he thought. "I'll sign the papers, what is it for again?"

"So we can insert a few inches long metal piece into Dean's ankle with some screws so Dean can get all better. Back on his feet in just three to four months." John smiled to himself as if usually it took people with injuries like these years. "Of course, running again will be another half a year before he can do it without a problem but just proper care and therapy he'll be good as new." Dr. Young was writing his initials on the bottom of the clip next to his name.

"When can he leave?"

"Not before his second surgery for sure."

"When will that be?"

"A window's open for him tomorrow morning if you'll like, which means they'll have to prep him up right now and then one last time tonight."

"Do it. Tomorrow morning."

"Okay. I'll have nurse Jules bring in the paperwork to my office and I'll see you there."

Sam nodded and Dr. John left the room leaving his stethoscope with Dean. Assuming Sam would bring it back with him to the doctor's office to return it.

It was really hard to take in that a little trip and fall could cause his brother so much pain and so much future damage. Dean hated feeling useless and unable to do things. The next few months will be depressing even for Dean.. Really hard for Sam trying to make sure Dean's okay at all times. This all really sucked. But good heart, he thought. Lets think positive and it'll be okay. He'll take care of all of it.

"I got to go sign the papers, okay Dean? I'll be back then I'll see you after the prep and then tomorrow after the surgery." He got up and ruffled Dean's hair, looking down at his brother's wide green eyes fumbling around with the stethoscope probably clueless of what Sam was saying then he held up the Stethoscope.

"Thanks, Dean." He took it then pressed a small kiss to his big brother's head. Tucking the sheets around him and leaving for the door.

"Ni't Sammeh" Dean had closed his eyes and buried his head into he pillow.

He stopped and smiled, that was the first time he'd heard Dean since after the accident yesterday afternoon.

"Goodnight, Dean."

TBC, for sure.

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A/N: Hope y'll liked it!