A/N: I hope you guys enjoy this next installment; it took me a good deal of time thinking it up and writing it. Honestly, I'm not sure how this story is going to end, but I do know there will be quite a bit of hurt Dean…
Dean slowly opened his eyes, looking over towards Sam. He noticed Sam was still asleep, but he was so hungry. His stomach growled loudly, and Dean saw a tray to the night stand on the right.
'This is gonna hurt…' Dean thought to himself and took in a few breaths and exhaled before he tried to move his arm over to the spoon in the jello. He grunted and groaned reaching as far as he could, his body inching closer and closer to the far side of the bed until he finally came crashing down on the floor, along with the tray of food splattering everywhere.
"Son of a BITCH!" Dean yelled as his body throbbed all over from taking the hard fall on the tile. Sam awoke, startled. He noticed Dean on the floor with red jello all over his face.
"Dean! What happened?" Sam questioned worriedly as he helped Dean back into bed.
"I got hungry, and I didn't want to wake you so I reached for the jello and I fell." Dean muttered as he grimaced, the pain worsened as he laid there, not even trying to move.
"Dean, I would have gotten up and fed you the jello; here, let me clean you up…" Sam rambled as he grabbed a sheet from another empty hospital bed and used it to wipe the red jello off of Dean's face.
"C'mon Sam, knock it off!" Dean wailed as he did his best to fling his hand at Sam. Instead, all he was able to do was shift his weight and merely flop his shaky hand towards Sam.
Sam stopped, most of the jello was gone, except for a few remaining pieces. "Dean, would you just let me help you for once? I know you don't remember me, but still—"
"—Don't remember what? Sam, my memory is fine, it's never been better. I can take care of myself just fine; I don't need you worrying about me, okay?"
Sam was frozen; he couldn't believe that his brother had his memory back. It had been days since he had really talked to his older brother, and not just his shell. He couldn't control himself; he just leaned over and hugged Dean tightly. Dean just sat there and grimaced.
"C'mon Sam, knock it off, I'm fine, and you're hurting me!" Dean protested as he tried to fight Sam off. Sam finally let go of him.
"You have no idea what you put me through!"
"Aw c'mon Sam, I'm just fine—"
"—Just fine? Just fine?!" Sam repeated, his voice rising in tone. "Dean, you nearly died on me! What if you had died?"
"I'm not dead Sam."
"You could have died, and what would I have done, huh? You were so damn impatient that you couldn't wait for me, and you throw your life around like it's worth nothing!" Sam yelled, clearly upset.
"Sam, I'm fine, I didn't die. C'mon, help me bust outta here, hospital food sucks." Dean muttered as he fervently tried to lift himself out of bed.
"No."
"Sam, I said help me out of bed dammit!" Dean growled; he was annoyed at Sam's unwillingness to help him.
"And I said no." Sam growled back. He knew what would happen. He knew as soon as Dean was out of the hospital Dean would want to go on another hunt, no matter what shape his body was in. He knew that Castiel would swing by and convince Dean that they needed him to go take care of those vampires they left behind, and to go on yet another mission to protect the seals from being broken.
"Sam, I have a job to do—"
"—And at what cost Dean? Your life?" Sam interjected.
Dean sighed, as much as he didn't want to, he knew he was going to have to have a heart to heart with his little brother, and drop him a crumb on how he was really feeling.
"Sam, I want you to listen to me when I say that I want to get out of here—"
"—Dean!"
"Sam, you don't understand, all my life I have been the one taking care of you, taking care of Dad. I've been dependent on myself only; I never needed help with anything. This paralysis, it's killing me Sammy. It's worse than hell, it really is. It's my job to take care of you, and if I can't, then—"
"Then what Dean? You'd rather die?" Sam interjected once more.
"Maybe."
"No!" Sam yelled as he slammed his fists against his chair. "I won't let that happen. Dean, this is probably just temporary, with a little physical therapy, you'll probably be just as good as new!" Sam tried to persuade him. Dean just shook his head.
"Sam, I'm tired. I can't have people taking care of me, I can't even walk! What am I supposed to do huh? Let you take care of me 24/7? I can't even take a damn shower on my own Sammy; do you know how demoralizing that is?"
"No—"
"—No, that's right, you don't!" Sam frowned, trying to hold back the overwhelming urge to sob, the overwhelming urge to let the tears run freely down his face like waterfalls. Dean immediately noticed.
"Maybe you're right… Maybe it's just temporary, but I NEED to get out of this hospital Sammy; I can't take anymore hospital food, you gotta bust me out of here." Dean begged; he was trying to lighten the mood a little bit realizing that Sam might crumble and break at any moment.
Sam sighed in defeat. "Fine, I'll bust you out, but we're staying with Bobby until you get better."
"But—"
"—Dean, no buts." Sam finalized. It was Dean's turn to roll his eyes and sigh in defeat.
"Yes mommy." He mocked.
--------------------A few hours later--------------
Sam walked back into Dean's room with a wheel chair. "I signed the paperwork, and we're going to drive to Bobby's, it's a five hour drive, so if you need to go to the bathroom, we need to do it now."
"We?"
"Do you really think you can do it on your own?"
"Of course I can!" Dean said adamantly.
"Get out of bed." Sam challenged. Dean sighed nervously as he pulled himself upright. This action alone caused him to get out of breath.
"See? You need help."
"No, I don't." Dean muttered stubbornly as he pulled himself to his feet. It took only a minute until his knees buckled, Sam running to his side to catch him before he hit the floor.
"Yes, you do." Sam responded as he brought his brother to the bathroom in the hallway. He brought Dean to one of the handicapped bathrooms with a railing on either side of the stall.
"Yell if you need help." Sam said as he guided Dean to the railing. Once he saw that Dean had a good grip, he walked out of the stall, and waited beside the door.
AN: What'd you think? It took me awhile to write this because I wanted to show how Dean felt about being hurt, and some of the everyday challenges he might have to face. Dean is very proud, and losing his dignity is not something he'd take lightly. Review!! I want at least 3 reviews for this chapter before I put up a new one!