Well, that was a long week. I did have a very fun power cut for a while earlier. Where I got exceedingly confused and annoyed when it decided to delete this chapter I had been working on. So I had to do it AGAIN which I really never do, cos the second time it always turns out a lot worse!

Tell me if I was right on my assumption XD

Enjoy :P

Chapter 8- The good from evil, the light from the dark

Sam gazed intently at the man, swearing that he couldn't breathe in those brief seconds. "Well..." the man began looking somewhat apprehensively down at Sam.

Sam just nodded in return, wishing for the man to hurry up already and just get on with telling him what had happened to his brother. "Well, he's currently recovering after surgery. You can visit him after the anaesthesia has worn off a bit more," the man began, still not going into detail about his condition. "But in about half an hour minimum," the doctor stated looking rather emotionless, and if Sam were to place a word to it, he would consider- bored, as the man had probably dealt with loads of similar situations where family was always so persistent and wanting. "A nurse will tell you when you are able to enter," he continued briskly, about to turn around and get on with whatever else he had to do on his rounds.

Sam glared daggers at the man and tried not to shout at the man. This doctor just wasn't telling him what he needed to know. Yes, he would like to visit him, but he was more concerned about what state his brother was currently in! "What is his condition?"Sam asked all of the expression leaking out of his voice and leaving back a determined edge.

The doctor peered down at his notes and glanced back at Sam. "Your brothers leg has been set, and he had 8 stitches to the head wound he has suffered. The concussion was rather mild; however he will be feeling nauseous for a while, as well as a pounding headache he is currently supporting," the man summed up looking rather off-put at his mistake of not informing him of Dean's situation right away.

Sam smiled politely, taking in the sad fact that this was not the worse that had ever happened to him. "What about Spence?" he asked worriedly looking intently at the doctor in-front of him.

The man nodded slowly. "We will inform you all we know; but the bleeding was rather heavy on his side, most of which was slowed in the ambulance on the way here. But we are awaiting on news whether they were able to stop all of it, as there was a high chance of internal bleeding," the doctor continued looking rather sorry for Sam at this point.

Sam shook his head slowly and went to return to his seat. Slumping into his seat he looked down at his hands, waiting for yet another agonizing hour to see Dean...

In the end it had, in fact, been over the half an hour the doctor had stated and was nearing an hour. But as soon as Sam entered he had guessed why he had not been allowed in immediately. There beside Dean was a police officer, who glanced up at him and continued to ask Dean random questions.

Dean, however, did not agree to the questions when he had one very important one to pose to his brother. What about Spency? So he was just ignoring the questions posed by the rather fat looking man (if it was a woman Dean would probably be more interested right now).

So, Dean; being the very obtuse person he was, glared in an annoyed way at the officer beside his bed and smiled broadly at Sam. He made it obvious to everyone in the room who he really wanted to talk to. Then slowly he turned to glare at Sam eyebrows raised in an annoyed way to show to the officer that he was the over-protective and easily provoked one out of the two. Dean took in a deep breath (probably preparing to yell at Sam, about something). "Where the hell is Spencer? And if it's bad news I can throw something at you from here and I will!" Dean cried looking infuriated at his brother even glancing around to see something that he could throw at Sam.

Sam snorted in return and sat the other side of the bed. "If I knew, I would probably grinning by now," Sam began taking in the concerned reaction at his sentence. "He was in worse shape than you Dean, you knew that," he stated looking awkwardly at the officer on the other side of the bed as if he had just noticed his presence.

"So," he began beaming largely, his fake smile number 23 placed on his features. "Are you gonna leave now?" he said in an impertinent tone grinning slightly more at the man's offended reaction to his statement and looking more concerned about the fact that the two brothers were ganging up on him. "Cos I was planning on talking with Dean about the whole Spencer fiasco and how people will react with the fact that bad things happen whenever Spency is around us (by that I mean Dean)," Sam explained glaring at Dean remembering all the times when they had done things together, and remembering pleasantly that whenever Dean was there something always went wrong... or broke (that window was Dean's fault, not Spencer's).

The officer looked intrigued at that sentence and leaned in to stare at the two brothers. "What d'you mean by 'bad things'?" the man asked trying not to make it obvious what importance this question could mean.

Sam chuckled looking at Dean briefly. "Broken furniture (from Dean getting a little tipsy and falling on them), that revolving door and lift problem... the microwave exploded. And that was one day!" Sam laughed smiling slightly and seeing at the annoyed expression on Dean's face.

Dean and Sam began arguing and the officer concluded that there was nothing suspicious here, and they weren't very likely to find the perpetrators.

But Sam and Dean knew that out of a bad situation they always realised how much good they still had, which often included each other into that equation. And now Spencer was another person who had become involved in their rather bad escapade up to date.

Not as long, or as good as the first. This was honestly just a filler chapter (which I often have no patience with!). But I think that over it was okay. Next chapter we have Spencer...

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