Part 2

Synopsis: Dean's overactive libido gets him into trouble. Hurt Dean/Protective Sammy … and some humor ;0) – Deans POV.

This is part 2 of the birthday fic for Phoebe (still 5th June the whole day) … hope you are having a fantabulous day bud ... with loads of wishes and gifts (gifts are good) ;0)

Still un-beta'd … all mistakes are also still mine … here goes again … enoy! ;0)

Warning: Mild Language and some adult content.

"Dean ... listen to me ... stop fighting ... they're trying to help you?"

Fighting? I'm fighting ... Sammy ...

"What's wrong with my brother?"

I can feel people ... holding me down ...

"Your brother is suffering from severe head trauma Mr Davis, there's a blood clot causing intracranial pressure, we've inserted an ICP monitor and we have him on strong medication, but if that doesn't bring down the swelling in the next few hours we'll need to operate."

"Just tell me ... is he going to be okay?"

Operate? ... a crap ... that can't be good ...

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"Dean ... you can wake up any time now bro ... please ... please wake up ..."

Okay Sammy ... just let me sleep a few minutes more ...

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"... it's not uncommon for patients to be unconscious for a few days, some even weeks ... but he's doing good."

"Thanks doc."

Sammy?

He's rubbing my arm.

Sammy ... where am I?

"Dean ... you're scaring the shit out of me man ... please, you need to wake up ... I need you to be awake so that I yell at you for putting me through this again ... please ... please wake up!"

Sleep sounds like the better option bro.

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I open my eyes, leaning heavily on the passenger door, as Sammy pulls into the motel parking lot. I look at him groggily.

"Hey ... hey ... how you feeling?"

"Tied ... um ... tired."

Sam smiles, reaching over to help me to sit up, waiting and hovering ... checking to see if I'm with it, or if I'm going to pass out again ... or throw up again ... or all of the above. He's been doing it for 3 days. Ever since I woke up in hospital. I was completely out of it for over a week ... it was apparently touch and go there for a while, but the doc's given me a clean bill of health. Just need lots of bed rest and no strenuous activities for the next couple of weeks. Which apparently includes no sex ... and the nurses were hot ... tripple shit. Sammy meanwhile has been fussing me non-stop, doing everything the doc told him to do to take care of me. I know it will eventually build up into a major fight, it always does ... besides I can tell that he's still pissed at me ... he gets that expression ... there it is ... but I must look really sick because he's been holding back, biting his tongue where he'd usually give me the what for. So I let him fuss ... it keeps the peace.

"Do you think you can make it to the door ...?"

Oh no ... he's not carrying me ... not again ... I give him the thumbs up ... nodding my head will just hurt. He quickly jumps out of the car and rushes over to my side, opening the door and leaning down to help me carefully to my feet.

I sway for a few seconds and satisfied that I'm not going to nose dive into the tar, he wraps my arm over his shoulder while I lean heavily on him as he manoeuvres us to the door. My legs feel like jelly as he fumbles with the keys, opening the door. I see my reflection in the hall mirror ... shit ... I look like shit ... all pale faced and dark smudges around the eyes and a huge white bandage covering most of my head ... I try to grin ... it looks worse ... so I stop grinning and frown instead.

Sammy helps me to the nearest bed, supporting me as I sit down and then gratefully lie down while he fluffs a huge pillow behind my back. I'm so tempted to swat him away, he's starting to get on my nerves ... but I leave it ... he was really worried. I know ... he only fusses like this when he's had a huge scare, and I can see it in every nervous glance he throws my way. He probably thought I was going to die for sure this time ... but he should know by now ... I just keep on ticking. I watch as he puts a blanket over my legs, then gently tugs my boots off one by one. I'm too tired to complain ... and too drugged up to care ...

I find myself grinning at him in a loopy haze ... my eyes half closed ... the stuff they gave me is definitely the shit!! I've got to remember the name ... get more for the first aid box.

"Smeeee?"

"Hey?"

He looks at me in confusion ... I wiggle my mouth slowly ... lips are a bit numb ... let's try that again.

"Sam...my?"

He leans forward.

"Yeah Dean?"

"Hunagry."

He sits down next to me on the bed, checking my pupils worriedly and holding up four fingers ... I'm tempted to show him a finger of my own.

"Hungary is a country Dean."

Oh shit ... this is going to be a long conversation ...

"No ... I'm hungry."

"Oh sorry man, hungry, right ... I think it's the drugs ... the doc said it might be one of the side effects."

My tummy rumbles loudly in response.

You don't say.

He looks at my stomach like he and it are communicating somehow ... I snap my fingers weakly in front of his nose to get his attention.

"Sorry Dean, guess I'm a bit tired ... what do you want? A burger?... fries? I can order in some pizza?"

I very carefully shake my head, letting it roll back and forth on the soft pillow.

"Nah ... I want ... FCK!"

"FCK ... really?"

He smirks.

"Yeah ..."

Sammy covers his mouth, unsuccessfully trying to hide his amusement ... don't know what he thinks is so funny ...

He stops when he sees me watching him in bewilderment.

"Um ... shit ... sorry bro ... let me rather order something in ... I don't want to leave you alone ..."

I give him the 'please Sammy' look, I've been thinking about the Colonel's secret receipe the whole day. He seems torn ... I up the patheticness of it ... he eventually sighs, telling me he'll only go if I promise to stay in bed and not move a muscle. I grin happily... I think it's the first time the 'please Sammy' look has ever worked. Either I'm getting better at it or maybe some of Sammy's puppy-dog-attitude is rubbing off on me ... I crinkle my nose in disgust ...

"Okay, you can stop looking at me like that, I'm going already ... I'll go to KFC, it's just a few minutes away anyhow and I'll leave the cell phone next to the bed, so if you need anything ... and I mean it Dean ... anything ... you call me!"

I nod.

"So ... what do you want? A wrap?"

He looks at my slyly ... I'm drugged but I'm no idiot.

"Nooooo ... I want ssshicken! Kentucky fried ssshicken!"

Freaking lips are like rubber, I pucker them together. I look up just in time to see the anxiety flashing for a brief second behind his eyes ... probably bringing back some bad memories ... maybe we should just have pizza.

"Okay ... if that's what you want ... one ssshicken comin' right up!"

Wait ... hell ... come on mouth ... work with me here ... this is freaking exhausting ...

"No ... not jus any ssshicken ... I want the ..."

Shit ... what's the word ... it's the top part of the chicken ... I point to my chest, hoping Sammy will catch on ...

"What Dean? What chicken to you want? A burger?"

I growl in frustration ... he can be thicker than two bricks when he wants to be ...

"... I want the ... top part ..."

I wave my hand around my chest again ... that's right Lassie ... read the signs ...

"The top part?"

If I weren't feeling so weak I'd get up right now and kick his ass.

"Come on Dean, spill it, what part of the chicken to you want ..."

The dumb bastard ...

"I want the ..." shit what is the word ... " I want the ... boobs ..."

Sammy snorts, a huge smile instantly plastered on his face.

"The boobs?"

"Yeah ... the boobs ... the honkers ... the tits ... the funbags ..." shit what is the word I'm looking for? Damn drugs are messing with my brain as well as my lips ...

Sammy bursts out laughing, falling back off the bed as he lands on the floor, rolling around ... screams of laughter filling the small room ... he stops for a second to look at me again, trying to catch his breath, before rolling over again, clutching his stomach with one hand while wiping furiously at his eyes with the other. I watch him with uncertainty ... maybe he's possessed?

"What?"

The kids obviously lost it ... but he's humor is contagious so I grin back goofily. He finally calms down enough to straighten up a bit and talk through his hysterical hiccups.

"You mean the breast ... you want the breast part of the chicken?"

Yeah ... that's it.

I nod my head hopefully as he bursts into another round of laughter. I wait impatiently for him to come to his senses ... what the hell's so funny?

He manages to gather himself again after a few more moments of mirth ... wiping his nose as tears continue to stream down his face ...

"Um ... what type of breast do you want ... the middle or the outer bit?"

It's worse than I thought ... he's not possessed ... his obviously stupid ...

"The chicken bit ... I want a chicken breast Sammy ... what other breasts do you get?"

Sammy roars with laughter again shaking his head furiously and clutching at his chest as he bends over, staggering out the door, ... I can hear him muttering something about 'going to have to surprise me' as he continues to laugh hysterically ... I think the pressure has finally gotten to him ... damn kid seriously needs to get laid ...

The end ;0)

Laid ... another chicken reference LOL ... I crack myself up ... ;0)