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A special thanks to Er-BearG32 for beta'ing my story.
A/N: I am so sorry to you all! I wanted to post this last week, but I got really sick and I couldn't even work on this chapter. Please I hope you give me a chance and read my stories. The last thing I want is to keep you waiting. Also I will be getting back to my other stories. Real life and writer's block have been kicking my butt.
A/N: All medical jargon; please take with a grain of salt. I do not work in the medical profession. It just went well with my story. :)
Well here is Chapter 2.
Chapter 2: Wednesday: Black Friday
Dean was sitting in the waiting room. They have been in the hospital more times than he cared to remember. He was really scared right now. He didn't know what was wrong with Sam. He just collapsed on the ground.
Dean sat in the chair, lost in thought when the nurse came out from the back.
"Mr. Winchester," the nurse called from the door.
Dean got up and rushed over to her.
"How is my brother?"
"Please come with me," she said, walking back through the doors. Dean followed.
After what seemed like an eternity they made it to Sam's room. When Dean walked in the room, his heart felt like it just fell through the floor.
Sam was hooked up to a monitor. It was checking his blood pressure, his heart rate and his oxygen intake. Dean slowly walked over to the bed and looked at his baby brother. Not really hearing anything else in the room. Dean forgot he was with someone until a hand touched his arm. He jumped a little and looked at the person standing next to him with pure disdain. Who would have the nerve to take his attention off of his baby brother. His Sammy. When he realized it was the nurse he still didn't calm down that much.
"Mr. Winchester," she pleaded. "Please, we have to know."
"What?"
"Is there any injuries that we should know about. Falls. Head injuries. Car accident. Anything."
"Uh, yeah," Dean stammered, calming down just a little. "He was mugged a couple of months ago. But the doctor said it was just a bump on his head. The CT scan was clear."
"I'm going to get the doctor," the nurse walked out of the room, leaving Dean alone with Sam.
Dean pulled the chair closer towards the bed. He looked over at his brother. He couldn't help the tears that were pooling in his eyes. Why couldn't they ever catch a break? Just one day. All Sammy wanted was just one holiday. One holiday to be a normal family. To do normal family things. Have dinner. Watch the football game with a few beers. Maybe even relax and have fun. Is that too much to ask? Dean looked at his brother. He brushed the fringe off of Sam's eyes with one hand and had his other hand in his brother's.
"Come on, Sammy," Dean choked on his tears. Barely above a whisper. "You can't do this to me. You've got to come back to me."
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"Mama," Sam called out.
"My baby," Mary said with her arms stretched out.
Sam walked over towards her. She wrapped her arms around Sam's shoulders. He always wanted to know what it felt like to have his mom's arms wrapped lovingly around him. What did it feel like? What did she smell like? Memories that he never had. The one and only thing that he was jealous of Dean about. The one and only thing that Dean could never truly share with Sam. Sam melted in the embrace that his mom had on him. He loved his mom.
"I love you mom," Sam said.
"I love you more than you know, Sammy."
Sam always knew that his mom loved him. More because Dean always told him how much she doted over the fact that she was going to have him made her even more excited. Dean had told him that she loved him with all of her heart. But it was one thing for Sam to have Dean tell him, it was something totally different when he heard her light silky smooth voice say those few words in his ear. Sam just held on tighter. He didn't want to let her go. She seemed to oblige to Sam's needs. She didn't back away or pull away. She just stood there holding her baby boy. Something that she too had missed. She missed watching him grow up in to this handsome man that stood in front of her now.
After what seemed like an eternity, Sam loosened his grip on his mother's dress. She stepped back and looked at her son.
"Sammy," she said. A small smile came across her lips.
"Mama," Sam said. "What's going on?"
"I was going to ask you the same thing. What are you doing here?"
"I don't know. The last thing I remember was walking back to Uncle Bobby's when everything went dark."
That infernal beeping got louder and louder. For the second time he felt like he couldn't move the fingers on his hand. It was like someone was pinning them down.
"Sam," Mary called out but it was like Sam wasn't listening. "Sammy."
Mary reached up and cupped Sam face to bring his attention back to her.
"Sammy, you have to go. You're not to be here. Not alone."
"What? I'm not leaving you, mom. Not again." Sam was now squinting because the blasted beeping sound was getting louder and louder.
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Still holding Sam's hand, Dean reaches into his pocket and pulls out his cell and dial Bobby's number.
"Dean," Bobby said answering the phone.
"Bobby," Dean said barely above a whisper. "You have to come quick."
"Dean," Bobby said. "What's going on?"
"It's Sammy," Dean said trying to force the tears back. "He collapsed. We're at the hospital."
"Where," Bobby said with great urgency. "What hospital are you at?"
"Sioux Falls General."
"I'm on my way," Bobby hung up the phone.
Dean lowered the phone and looked back at his brother.
Bobby walked back into Jody Mills' office.
"Hey Singer," She said not looking up. "You may have to look..." She looked up and saw the look of worry all over his face.
"Bobby," she said walking over to him. "What's wrong?"
"I have to go. Something's wrong."
"I'll come with you," Jody said grabbing her purse.
"That's okay, Jody. I've got this."
"I don't remember asking your permission, Singer." She had much firmness in her voice. It took Bobby by so much surprise that all he could do was agree with her and let her lead the way to the cars that were out back.
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The doctor walked in the room. Dean was sitting by the bed watching his little brother lay there unconscious, so wanting him to wake up.
"Mr. Winchester, my name is Dr. Hillary Jones."
"Dean."
Dean looked up to see a petite middle aged woman walk towards the bed. She stood on the opposite side and looked at Dean.
"What's wrong with my brother, doc?"
"You said that he was mugged?"
"Yeah," Dean sighed.
"Was Sam having problems after? Headaches? Missing time?"
"He was complaining about having a headache before he collapsed."
"Tell me about the mugging," she said leaning against the counter across from Dean.
Dean looked at his brother, then to the doctor.
"What's to tell you? He was going to the store for us and on the way in a guy hit him from behind across the head. Someone called 911 and they contacted me more or less."
Dean was purposely leaving out a lot to the story but telling just enough for the doctor. She looked at him.
"Were there complications from the attack?"
"He was forgetting things. Small things."
Hillary walked over to the side of Sam's bed and began carding her fingers through Sam's hair.
"What are you doing," Dean said standing up, ready to throw the doctor out if she hurts Sam any worse.
"Calm down," she said. "I'm just checking his scalp. I just wanted...there." she stopped moving and looked at Sam.
"What? Tell me!"
"Dean, please. I'm not hurting Sam." She could tell how protective Dean was when she walked it, but she had to be sure of her findings before she said more. "We did a CT scan of your brother when he was brought in. I saw something in the scan and I wanted to get the story first before I said anything."
"You. Think. This. Is. A. Joke?" Dean was completely fuming now.
Hillary let go of Sam's head and put her full attention on Dean. She always prided herself to be able to handle family members when it came to her work, but something in Dean's voice was actually making her waver in it. But she held firm.
"Dean. Please," she said calmly. "If you let me explain, I saw something in your brother's scan. I wanted to make sure it was the problem and not just something that he's always had. That's why I was asking the questions. Please. I want to help your brother. Let me."
Dean looked at her. His temper reigning in but still there.
"What's wrong with my brother," he asked again. His voice a little softer.
"There was a small bleed in your brother's brain. Why the other hospital didn't see it is beyond me. But it could be why he is forgetting things."
Dean looked down at his brother. Hillary looked at Dean incredulously. She couldn't believe in just a split moment he could have pure rage and anger all over his face and within seconds his looks soften. As if he didn't want to even look at his brother the way he looked at her.
To have that kind of devotion would be amazing, she thought.
Slowly sitting back down. "Can you fix my brother?"
"I believe so," she said. "He would need to have surgery to repair the bleed in his brain. I think once we get the pressure off of your brother's brain he should recover." There was a sigh in her voice that meant that she could get through the families when in great stress.
"Do what you have to to save my brother."
Hillary nodded and walked out of the room. Dean's eyes never left Sam. Dean didn't know how to feel. He didn't know who was to blame for this. The hospital or that asshole that did this to Sam. But right now he couldn't find the energy to care, he just wanted his brother to wake up.
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The beeping sound finally receding, Sam looked and saw that he mom was standing next to him with true concern on her face.
"Sammy," Mary looked at him.
"Mom," staining a little. "I'm staying with you."
"No baby." Mary smiled. "You need your brother. And he needs you."
Sam shook his head. He knew that Dean didn't need him. One thing that Sam knew was that what Dean needed was a break. A break from the job. A break from always on the watch. Always looking after him. What Dean needed was not to be burdened with a useless brother that couldn't remember something so small as getting Dean a pie when he asked. All he wanted to do was to relax and have a slice of pie after that last hunt. But he forgot and that's when everything went wrong. He got mugged. He started forgetting things. He was scared all the time. Well he wasn't scared when he was with Dean, but Dean couldn't always take care of him or be there for him all the time. This would just be better. Dean wouldn't be saddled with him anymore. All he had to do was convince his mom.
"Sammy," Mary said bringing Sam out of his thoughts. "Your brother needs you."
"Mom, I've been nothing but a burden to him."
"A burden that he is willing to take on," Mary countered. "Even before I died."
Sam looked at her.
"What?"
"Dean was always so proud to be a big brother. We would spend the day together and he would tell me all the things that you and he would be doing when you were old enough. All the adventures that he would take you on. Oh my goodness." Mary smiled at the memory. "By the time you were born, he'd had you two traveling the world together."
Sam smiled at that. He guessed deep down Dean was really doing what he told mom he would do. Then a ping of guilt hit Sam's chest. He remembered how hurt Dean looked when he went off to college. Hearing what his mom just told him, made everything fall into place.
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Dean was back in the waiting room. Sam was in surgery. Bobby showed up just before they wheeled Sam away. He sat with Dean in the room. Dean was surprised that Sheriff Mills was with him. But she didn't stay. Dean didn't know where she went, nor did he really care. The only thing that he cared about was now in surgery. Sam was having brain surgery. Brain surgery. The doctors assured him that it was a common procedure, and all would be fine. But this wasn't just anybody they were going to be cutting into. This was Sam. His Sammy. His baby brother. The one he promised that nothing would happen to. That he would keep watch over. A bang-up job he was doing, Dean thought. Sam was mugged and then he believed that the doctors at the other hospital did their jobs to the fullest that they would have caught the bleed.
Dean shook his head. Bobby looked over at Dean and could see that he was beating himself up over this.
"Dean," Bobby said. "All will be fine. Sam will pull through. He's a tough kid."
"Yeah, Bobby," Dean said sounded detached. "Sure."
After a few more quiet moments, Jody came back and sat with Dean and Bobby. She sat next to Dean and put her hand on his knee and gave a comforting squeeze. He laid his hand over hers and looked at her. She cupped his face. Dean closed his eyes. In that moment, he really wished that his mom was there. Jody moved Dean's head towards her shoulder and squeezed the back of his neck, as she rubbed soothing circles on his back. She loved these boys so much. After loosing her own son, she was so lost but when these boys came into her life she really began to love those boys like her own.
Bobby looked at them and smiled. Jody looked at Bobby. Bobby knew only she could break down Dean's defenses.
After a small while, the doctor came in and informed them that Sam's surgery went beautifully. Everything went as it should. Sam was now in recovery. Once he was done there they would bring him back to his room. Dean didn't want to wait for that so he went to Sam's room and waited for them to bring his baby brother back to him.
After another hour, Sam was being brought back into the room. Dean didn't even wait until they stop moving the bed before he was at his side. He grabbed hold of Sam's hand and pulled the chair towards the bed and sat down.
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Beep...beep...beep...beep...
Sam looks at his mom. For a while neither one said anything. Which was fine with Sam since he was loving the fact that he could even spend time with his mom. To look at her beautiful face and smell her hair when she hugged him or walked pass him. He wanted to gather up as many memories that he could.
Beep...beep...beep...beep...beep
This would be just a perfect place to stay for Sam if it wasn't for that infernal beeping. He didn't even know where it was coming from. Mary saw the look on Sam's face.
"What's wrong, sweetie." Mary cupped Sam's face.
"Nothing," Sam said looking like he was really lost in thought. "Can't you hear it?"
"Hear what, baby?"
"That beeping. It's driving me crazy," Sam said the first time actually sounding annoyed. Mary just smiled at him.
"Baby, it's time for you to go back. You need to wake up."
The annoyed feature quickly left Sam's face and changed to one filled with tears. He did not want to leave his mom. Not when there was really so many things he wanted to talk to her about, but the problem was that he couldn't remember what the questions where.
"Sammy," she sweetly said his name. "It's okay, baby. You can let go."
"I can't," Sam said tearfully. "I want to tell you something, I just need to remember it. I'll remember. I will."
Sam was getting flustered. He was really getting agitated. Then all of a sudden Mary looked at her son. Sam turned his head to the side as if someone was talking to him and only to him. A look a pure peace was over his face. A small smile came across his lips. Mary watched her son, smiling. She could almost see a sparkle in his eyes.
Sam turned and looked at his mom. She looked at him.
"What is it baby," Mary said.
"I love you so much mom," Sam said walking towards her.
"And I, you."
Sam turns his head again. He lets out a small chuckle as if someone is joking with him.
Her smile sparkled at her son.
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Bobby and Jody walked into Sam's room. What they saw brought a tear to their eyes. Sam's unconscious in the bed. Dean's right next to him. The thing that has them smiling through their tears is that Dean is holding Sam's hand and he is leaning on the bed to where his mouth is right next to Sam's ear. And he is steady talking just to Sam, and only to Sam. No one else needs to know what is being said between the brothers. Whatever it is, it is meant for Sam.
Dean keeping constant pressure on Sam's hand. He didn't squeeze to hurt, just to let Sam know that he was near.
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It's been twenty minutes since Bobby and Jody walked into the room. At first they were not going to break up whatever Dean was doing. And they both left it like that. Once Dean noticed them, did they walk into the room. Now it was back to just waiting. The blasted waiting game.
Oh how much Dean hated the waiting. He just wanted his baby brother back. Dean sitting right next to Sam. Jody sitting next to Dean and Bobby sat across from both of them on the other side of Sam's bed. Then out of the blue, Dean feels a small squeeze in his hand.
"Sammy," Dean said, sitting up in the chair. "Come on, Sammy. Open those eyes."
Both Jody and Bobby leaned closer so that they could without getting into Dean's way. Sam's brow creased. With his other hand Dean ran his thumb across Sam's forehead. Sam's brow eased up and he began to lean into Dean's touch. Then something happened that this time brought tears to Dean's eyes.
Groggily, Sam opened his eyes. And instantly, his glassy eyes landed to his big brother. Nothing else mattered to Sam. What mattered most was that Dean was right next to him.
Sam smiled.
"Hey, D'n," Sam whispered.
The End
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