Chapter 6

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The next time Dean woke up, Sam wasn't there. From the light coming from the window it must've been about 5 or 6 P.M. There was a small young nurse checking the IV in his arm and there was another laying some paper thing under his casted leg. Actually, it wasn't casted but heavily wrapped where it looked like a cast. The smaller of the nurses, she had a different kind of nurse uniform on and a sticker for a name tag. It read 'Jenny'. Maybe she was an intern or nurse's assistant. Like a student learning with some hands on work? It was nice that they let people do that.

It was more scary when they let people do that and then hand them a needle, 'cause then they just practice darts with it on your veins. "J'nny.." He tried to speak, but his throat was really dry. It hurt even, his throat hurt like he'd catches a cold or something. Jenny freaked out a bit and looked around then back at him. "Hi." She said, as she began working on his forehead changing the bandage and raising Dean's bed first so he was sitting up.

His head spin like crazy. Not knowing how long He'd been sitting up while the bandages had been changed now he was slightly laying back, bed still propped up. His ankle felt.. Numb, really big and swollen. He dared not to move it even a tiny bit. It looked bad, all purple and veiny even a little black as it there was dried blood inside it. You could see it from the corner of the light bandages on it.

With even the little bit of moving he got so tired, his heart was beating like he ran a mile. Felt groggy, extremely lazy and really tired. His head was still doing that roller coaster thing so he closed his eyes. Few seconds later there was a cool hand on his arm just above the wrist and he knew it was Sam. It got him smiling, just a little bit. "Hey S'mmy.." He said with his eyes closed.

"Hey Dean~" Sam grabbed the glass on water resting beside Dean's bed and ripped off the straw slipping it into the water and holding it up to Dean's lips. His brother's lips wrapped around the straw and he stuck up some water swallowing it then some more letting go the straw. "Mmh.. " Water felt so good against the back of his throat, he groaned in pleasure from it.

"How are you feeling?" The water was back on the nightstand with a click and his hand back on Dean's arm, soothingly rubbing the area. "My head's spinning, but 'm okay Sammy." He smiled again a little bit opening his eyes again. Sam could see how tired Dean was, his eyes were only half open the green orbs looking really light next to the light.

"Does this help?" Sam scooted closer in his chair after going over to turn off the light. His fingers gently rubbed through Dean's skull, moving around his hair careful about not reaching the stitched area of the temple. "Yeah, that's good. The lights hurt." He leaned more into his brother's skinny but soft large finger running through his hair.

"Do you remember what happened?" Sam casually asked, continuing the circling motion he made with his fingers on the other's head.

"I think I fell in a hole.." Dean seemed to be pouting a little bit now, to Sam, but Sam was lost thinking about an unconscious Dean laying on his lap head smeared in blood. "Sammy?" No response. Dean wondered what happened that had his brother so lost? He didn't have much of a clear memory from it. All he remembered was jogging and then the feeling of falling down against your will.

"Sammy.. you're worrying me." Dean reached over with his right hand and patted Sam's cheek. "It's not your fault I fell.. That's my bad." Now he was blaming himself and Sam was back to earth from his thoughts, watching Dean look like he's about to disappear into himself with shame.

"Hey now, it happens." He tried to cheer Dean up by spiking out his hair like cat ears, but his brother wasn't having it. "I can't walk anymore.. Can I?" Dean asked as he stared at his ankle, the ice packs resting around it had sorta melted but it felt good.

"Don't say that. You can walk, but after a while not right now." He also looked over to Dean's ankle. It looked too gross to be honest, but that's just the after surgery look. "You're having another surgery tomorrow morning and then after that you can walk in a few weeks." He explained. Dean nodded, he was upset. Sam could tell Dean was somewhat irritated from the fact that one fall can cause him this much.

"Does it hurt?"

"No, not yet."

"Does the temple hurt?"

"Just a little bit, but the massage's calming the pain."

Sam continued to massage Dean's head and he noticed it was making Dean fall asleep.

"You didn't fall in a hole." He finally said, Dean had been waiting for an explanation.

"What happened then?" Excitement came back into his eyes, they liked stories even if it was their own

"I'm not sure you want to know.."

Sam had a poker face on

"C'mon Sam, tell me." He gave some puppy dog eyes

"Those don't work on me Dean.. They only work on you from /me/." Chuckling to himself, Sam shook his head

"Please Sammy.. I want to know.." He sighed, turning away from Sam. It must've been something embarrassing if Sam refused to tell him.

"Hey now, don't be upset. I'll tell you." He reached over and massage the temples of his brother but he moved away again.

Sighing, he pursed his lips. "You walled into a small hole.. Ditch on the floor, broke your ankle, jumped, landed on your feet again & since your ankle was broken it gave out and you fell straight forward smacking your head on the small boulder that was just resting on the lakeshore and.. You knocked yourself out cold.." The poker face back on, it was even a little funny that Dean knocked himself out.

Dean turned to his brother who was trying to hold back a laugh. Glaring daggers at Sam, he smacked Sam's hand away. "You think person with a broken ankle has control over where they land!" His arms folded and he mumbled to himself, 'I didn't knock myself out..'

"Yea, the rock totally came at your face and knocked you out" Sam continued, ending up laughing and dodging Dean's hands trying to pull at his hair or hit him. "I didn't knock myself out!" He repeated then again as he finally gave up and laid back. "I knocked myself out.. Awh.." He covered his face in both hands, just in disbelief.

Sam on the other hand was trying to breath again from laughter, "Dude, 's okay. Remember when I knocked myself out?" He could see his brother's lips curl behind his hands covering his face. "You ran into a tree & knocked yourself out. Dad couldn't stop laughing." Spoke into his hands then ran them over his head. The memory was so clear to him of Sam laying there groaning on the floor. He himself freaking out while their father was trying to stop himself from laughing.

"Such a prick.. Dad.. But he knew I was ok. You were just freaking out." Sam remembered the day too, way too well. They were kids. Maybe 10 and 14? Playing in the front yard of the place their dad had rented out for the summer. That was one of the best summers. Their dad only went on two hunts the whole summer and spend most the time with them, going to parks, water parks, museums, malls, all the fun places.

"I loved that summer, so much. It was the best." His elbow rested on his brother's bed and his chin in hid palm as he thought back to all the good times with their dad. "Remember that's where you met that friend of yours that you years later worked with as a mechanic?"

"Yeah! I thought of him this morning. I swear, I thought I even heard him this but then I fell asleep I think.. I forgot his name. He was a great kid, sort of a loner. I wanted so many times to ask him to come along but Dad said no.. He knew about our Supernatural lives and fancied it. Always wanting to learn more, but he was young.. As much as I wanted to I couldn't bring him into this life."

"Yeah, you woke up in a lot of pain this morning and one of the Emt.. Nurses had to put you back to sleep. You told him about hunting?" Sam leaned back somewhat shocked. Their dad had always stressed that they never share their hunting life with anyone.

"Yeah.. I know we were not suppose to, but I just.. I didn't see him as trouble. He was a great kid & I didn't tell him until the last week I was working with him in the shop then dad and I took off when we had enough money.. You were at Stanford." Dean poked and fumbled with the sheets over him leaning back completely. "I really.. Sam, I'd reached that point in my life where I had to let it out or I was going to explode and do something stupid. I had to tell someone.. and not be called metal & a psychopath for it. I'm glad I told him. I'm glad I told someone." Sam nodded, he understood. He wanted Jessica to be the first one he tells & now he wished he did so she could've protected herself better.

"I'm glad you told him too. I remember you calling Stanford and telling me about how happy the month was going for you. Probably one of the best months of your life." Dean was so cheerful & that was only three of so years ago. They were happy now too, recently they'd been really happy with their summer break from hunting. Everything was excellent.

"I'm happy now too, I'm glad we took the summer off. Give those other guys some real game when it comes to hunting while we relax. Well, I'll relax even more now. Hope you're up for the butler position for a few weeks?" Dean grinned, pointing at the water glass.

"Oh bite me.." He took the glass and held the straw to Dean's lips and he drank from it. "Slow." He added, reminding that he's the one to call shots. Grinning to himself when Dean glared at him playfully. "You should rest, Dean. You have a surgery tomorrow morning."

Placing the glads back down he took the remote to press Dean's bed back just a bit more. "Okay, 'm not sleepy but ok." Once Sam's fingers were back in his hair he mentally took it back. He was suddenly supper sleepy, within seconds peacefully breathing and asleep to the soothing fingers working his skull.

"I'll be here."

TBC..

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A/N: Might speed up things after that. Pick up back at home or after surgery or discharge day..

A/N: Or just end it in the next chapter because it's dragging out I see.