Basically this is a little filler, just because I thought it was required. Also, I updated two at once, as I hadn't in a week or so. Enjoy XD

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Chapter 7- waiting for your brothers

Sam ignored the buzzing of people all around him, even when he was asked if he wanted anyone to be called or to go somewhere he still just sat there gazing into the distance. He even needed someone to more-or-less escort him into the building and lead him in. "You're in shock," someone told him, as he was lead into a more private room to get checked over by one of the nurses.

"I wanna see my brothers," he stated in response to every question. Holding his head in his hands Sam tried fruitlessly to ignore the people around him. This meant he was receiving sad looks from the nurses, as they personally took him under their wings, because they found his sad expression and worry for others endearing. And really wanted to just protect him.

Then a woman began to properly talk to him, not asking about 'does this hurt' or 'do you want something'. She was seeking information and Sam knew to become useful he should be able to do this at least. "I need you to tell me your name and what happened?" a woman inquired squeezing his hand gently.

Then Sam snapped out of it completely, looking at the woman kindly and seeking eye contact for the first time since the ambulance. "Sam Smith. I came with my brothers Dean and Spencer," Sam stated. Then Sam realised that Dean had actually shouted 'Reid' in the ambulance on the way here, and he hoped sincerely that nobody took that seriously. "There were people wearing black... we... I couldn't help..." Sam murmured looking into the distance and manipulating his expressions into one's of guilt and hurt.

Sam realised then that if Spencer died that his team (and family) wouldn't understand why their boy-genius had died... they would think it was a random act of violence... they might try to interview Sam and Dean. And of course if they agreed then the Winchester boys could be imprisoned as suspects for killing Reid... as if they would do that? Then Sam wondered whether or not the team would manage to find the truth about their resident nerd. Would they believe what they found? They did deal with monsters every day, so how are these any different?

Then Sam snapped back to reality, not even realising he had managed to space out briefly. "Are you okay?" the woman asked weakly squeezing his hand, worried about whether he had been remembering or not.

Then Sam began to talk looking at her and sighing slowly to calm himself down. "I want to see them," he stated and covered his face before anyone could see the tears managing to slide down his cheeks. "I wanna see them," he sobbed into his hands. "They can't die," he murmured and the woman carefully patted his shoulder. Un-realising that he had spaced out thinking about Reid dying rather than a made up story.

The nurse smiled at him tersely. "Their surgery is going well so far from what I've heard. Just let me sow you up 'kay. You know it's not over yet. But your brothers wouldn't want you to panic," she explained softly. Sam looked sceptically at the woman preparing to stitch him up and sighed.

Sam stifled a chuckle and looked down at her calmly. "Dean'll call me a pansy now, if I were Reid you'd be upset too. He can do that for people: make them feel sorry for him; like hell." he began gesturing with his hands. Knowing that Reid could pull off the poor innocent look much better than Sam looking the way he does. "Fine," he added slowly as an afterthought and lifted his shirt up and winced as it tugged at the wounds. He didn't even flinch at the pain it was causing him, and looked at these stitches and noticed that they were looking better than all that he'd ever given to himself.

He'd do anything for his brothers and maybe he would have to look after himself to be able to help them. He would not let them worry about him when they should concern themselves about... themselves. They had each other to worry about now- they had too.

Sam sat there after he had been fixed up (which basically meant he had been wrapped in loads of bandages) for what felt like ages. Which it probably was. Just waiting for news... or anything at all. Good or Bad...

He gazed at the people out the window, going through their worker-day lives. Not even once did he see anyone glance up who didn't enter the hospital... so if someone was here they knew; they cared. Otherwise everything moved on as normal, pretending everything was good with the world, unknowing the dangers proved by hunters and FBI alike. Unknowing the risks they were causing themselves just living; just being here... Sam almost wished he was down there with them (living a careless and worry-free life), but he knew without their help the world would be a much worse place and no-one would be able to live like that. It would just crumble down around them... And people should have a chance to be free; to make themselves what they wished. Even if it meant Sam could not and had to sacrifice his for the good of all.

He wanted children to live normal lives- not like the lives of the Winchester family. He wanted lives like the Reid's to be prevented, but he knew of the risks of both the psyche and the monsters- which always lurked in the background. He knew people were monsters too as Reid had proved to him... as how people could be just like demons he didn't want to think about. He honestly didn't want to worry about everyone step he took as there was always something dark waiting for a mistake to be made...

But Sam still sat; there was nothing philosophical about this... he shouldn't worry. No chick-flick moments right?

That thought brought him back to Dean again, then hence to Spence. Those two were the only constants whether they strayed for a bit was no worry of his. They were always there. Brothers fight for each other... no-matter what!

"Dean Smith?" a doctor stated as he entered the room breaking Sam from his circular thoughts.

Sam responded almost instantaneously, jumping up in his seat and hurrying to the small man. "How's Dean?" he inquired moving towards the other man and worriedly looking about. Looking at the man he tried to do the profiling thing but he just couldn't tell. The man was so serious and...

The man peered at him, probably wondering who Sam was, and whether he was a threat. As the man who harmed Dean could've easily come back for more... Sam trailed off that thought and tried to focus on what he was saying. "What is your relationship?" the man asked (Sam considered this rather predictable). But all Sam was thinking about was what he could say to this very important man.

Then Sam realised he could just say the truth... he was his brother after all, and it couldn't be a total lie what he was about to say."He's my brother," Sam stated looking at the man intently. "As well as Spencer, who is here somewhere," Sam added as an afterthought. Sam smiled sweetly at the man, as unlike Dean he wasn't going to antagonise the man who could give him the critical information about one of his brothers.

"Well..." the man begun looking over at Sam intently

Cliff-hanger, (kinda) but I just couldn't write for much longer. This short chapter got a little longer than expected in the end... XD

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