"DEAN!" Sam yelled, quickly laying Grace on the floor before running towards his brother's limp body.
As Sam scooped the small puppy up, Amanda tended to Grace who was still out of it.
Amanda rested Grace on herself so that her head was hanging over the back of her shoulder. Slowly and carefully, she lifted Grace inside where she lay her down on one of the beds, draping a small blanket over her frame before rushing out to help Sam.
"Dean," he pleaded softly. "Please wake up, man." Sam patted the puppy on the head, smoothing its ear back onto its head.
Dean whined quietly as he lifted a paw and scratched weakly at the air.
Sam let out a big sigh of relief. At least he's not dead.
"Hey Amanda, can you find out the nearest vet around here? I'm sure even with his new superdog powers, Dean's still broken something."
Amanda nodded and raced inside, pulling a worn directory from one of the bottom drawers of the desk between the beds.
Quickly flipping through the pages, she got to the V section and scanned the list for one in town. Locating one she deemed worthy, she ran outside, tearing out the sheet with the address and number on it.
Amanda raced outside to Sam who was currently loading Dean into the passenger seat on his lap. She jumped into the driver's seat and sped out onto the street.
"Sam? Where the hell is Velgrove Street?" Amanda was blindly driving around, hoping she was going the right way.
"Do a U-turn," he commanded, supporting his brother with his hands so the car's jerky movements wouldn't jostle him too much.
She nodded, suddenly swerving across three lanes so she could make the turn. Going in the right direction, Sam told her when to turn and when to go straight.
Pulling up to a red light, Sam agitatedly pulled out his phone from his back pocket.
"Yeah hi," he started. "My dog Dean got hit by a car and you need to see him now. My girlfriend and I are on our way now and we should be there really soon so if you could get everything ready for us by the time we get there...yes..I know it's late but this is an emergency...I don't care if you're full, you need to see him NOW...yeah that's fine...thanks a lot."
Sam snapped the phone shut, staring blankly ahead as the light turned green and they sped off. Very soon as he had said, they pulled into the parking lot of the veterinary.
Grace got out first, pulling the doors open for Sam as he carried Dean inside.
"Hello? I need a vet here! My br--dog got hit by a car. I need someone now!"
A woman wearing a white blouse and black work pants rushed out from one of the double doors, nodding and ushering them through to an examination room past all of the seated people waiting their turn. They exchanged annoyed expressions between themselves.
The pair followed, setting a dizzy Dean onto a metal table.
Woof! "Owww..."
"Aww, poor thing," the vet cooed, patting Dean. She stopped her googly eyes as she caught Sam's annoyed look from one of the white plastic chairs on the left side of the room. "You'll be just fine, sweetie."
"Yeah, could we hurry up the examination please?" The way Sam said it made the question into a statement. You'd have to be pretty dense if you didn't notice the anger and frustration radiating out from him.
"Okay, sure," the blonde vet whispered quietly, quickly striding across the room to fetch some tools.
Amanda squeezed Sam's hand as the vet worked on Dean, prodding him her and there.
Rawwww... "Yeah okay, that feels good..."
"You gotta calm down, alright Sam? You being pissed at the woman isn't going to help Dean, you know." She smiled softly as she said this.
Sam sighed loudly. "Yeah I know Amanda, I'm just mad that Dean's hurt.
Stupid driver behind the stupid wheel of the stupid car, not looking where he was going and hitting my stupid brother, so that I'm sitting in a stupid chair in a stupid veterinary where a stupid lady is working on my stupid brother." He had luckily mumbled the second sentence so the vet didn't suddenly turn around and glare at him. He must've gotten the 'stupid syndrome' from Grace that time Dean left them in a nightclub by themselves. Amanda gave him a good whack in the chest.
"What?" he asked incredulously as if it were a normal thing to be mad at everything.
"Cool it, will you? You're gonna give Dean a heart attack or something."
For the first time since the girl had started the examination, Sam peered over her back to see his big brother looking up at him with sad eyes. Dean whined softly, whipping his head around from left to right.
"Shh..." the vet quickly comforted, stroking his pain stricken face.
Waw... "Stop it."
"I don't think Dean wants you to be upset. He'll be fine. I think your moody attitude's getting to him."
Sam rose from his seat and walked over to the metal table. He stared at his brother, and him back, the two having a silent conversation with their eyes, even with Dean as a dog.
"Is he gonna be okay, Miss..." Sam broke off, realising his rudeness since he never caught her name.
"Call me Cara," she smiled softly, "and yes your dog will be okay. He just has a minor fracture in his right hind leg. Must have strong bones for him to be hit by a car and not get anything broken."
Sam chuckled. "Yeah, he's a tough one, him."
Raw! "You got that right!"
Amanda smirked at Dean's agreement. "Alright Cara, will he be getting that fixed up tonight?"
She shook her head sadly. "I'm sorry, we're really full tonight as you can see," she said, nodding her head towards the door where the reception was. "I'm sorry, I really am. I know you two must care greatly for this little puppy."
If only you knew...
Sam nodded, okay with it, now that his anger had faded away. He was a bit more understanding now than before.
"Alright then," Cara said placing her hands on the table, glad that the man didn't pitch a fit like she had thought. "I'll wheel your brother into one of the rooms and we'll work on him first thing tomorrow morning. Just as long as he doesn't move his leg around too much, he'll be good until then."
"Thanks Cara," Amanda said, giving Dean a tiny peck on the cheek which he smiled to. "Hear that Dean? No moving around too much." He frowned.
Row... "Dammit."
The vet reached her fingers under the edge of the table and snapped up a set of handrails so that she could push Dean away. Sam held the door open as she directed one of the ladies behind the reception desk to wheel the dog into the first room available.
"So that's all done," she said, returning to them. "You guys can head home unless you wanted a quick visit."
Cara whipped away, calling on another patient into her room.
"I'm staying here with Dean," Sam immediately said.
"What about the witch thing? If she is a witch..." she asked.
"We don't even know who it is, Amanda." Anyone could tell he was frustrated again.
'Who says we can't stay up all night and find her? Besides, we gotta go back to the motel and fetch Grace. I mean, she's probably just...freaking out right about now." Sam stayed quiet. "Okay, tell you what? I'll go back and bring Grace here while you stay. After I've dropped her here, we'll go back to the motel and do some serious research." Sam nodded. "Okay good. Now behave Sam. Don't go getting frustrated at everyone, okay? You better not make me get a nurse to watch you." He rolled his eyes and pushed her gently out the front door.
"I'm going, I'm going."
Sam pushed through the double doors again and found his brother's room.
"Hey bro," he laughed, seeing Dean sprawled across the small bed, arms and legs hanging off the side. "Thought Cara told you not to move your leg around too much. I don't think having it handing off the damn edge,
helps it any."
Dean scoffed, but pulled his fractured leg fully onto the bed, leaving his other limbs off the edge, still.
Waw! "Better?"
Sam chuckled. "Okay, I won't complain anymore, you mutt."
Humph. "Mutt."
"Grace'll be coming soon," he added conversationally, although Dean's sparkling eyes lit up like a kid on Christmas. Sam smiled. "Knew you'd like that small bit of info."
Rahwoo! "Duh dude!"
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"Hey Grace," Amanda breathed out as she pushed the door open.
Grace didn't respond, only glared.
"What?" Honestly, she had no idea why Grace was mad.
"You. Left. Me. Here." Grace said every word separately, each one dripping with anger.
"Umm...yeah, about that..." For a brief moment, Amanda felt like ducking out and running for cover.
Grace sat silently, waiting for an answer.
"We had to get Dean to a vet really quickly. You passed out so I put you on the bed since I didn't think you were in the best condition. But hey,
I came back for you, didn't I? You didn't miss out on anything if that's what you're thinking. Sam's with Dean right now. He's waiting for you."
A corner of Grace's mouth tugged up slightly at the last part. "Okay"
She had visibly brightened up as she trotted outside and into the passenger seat of the impala.
"Gee, look who's chirpy, huh?" Amanda rolled her eyes at Grace.
"Someone's excited to see Dean..."
"You got that right," Grace murmured, damn near bouncing in her seat.
In just fifteen minutes, the girls were pushing through multiple doors and people to get to Dean.
When they got to his room, Grace practically ran in to attack poor Dean.
"Oh my god Dean, are you okay? You're okay, right? I mean, you look okay. But you might not be okay. You're not dead so, you're okay, right?
Dean, are you okay?!??!" Grace yelled at Dean.
"Told you she'd be freaking out," Amanda whispered to a smiling Sam. He obviously found her fretting amusing. She spoke up when she turned to face Grace. "He's okay, Grace. Just got a fracture." She then pulled at Sam's elbow. "Let's go. Give those two some privacy, will you?"
"Yeah, yeah," he mumbled, allowing her to pull him away.
"Great, I've got you all to myself now," Grace smirked, as did Dean.
"Aren't you glad your last human experience before this was that great?"
Woooooooof! "Hell yes!"
"Yeah...that was fun," she giggled. "We are so doing it again after you get better."
Dean nodded enthusiastically.
Grace looked around the room, scanning for something she could temporarily reside in.
"Huh. No chair? Guess I'll be sleeping on the floor..." Grace sighed theatrically before rolling her eyes. "Phht, yeah right." She pivoted and marched out into the reception, stealing a big comfy chair, and carried it back into Dean's room, dropping it next to his bed.
"There. All better," she said, pleased with herself, grinning a big goofy smile that Dean loved.
Plopping down on the padded seat, she rested her head on her folded hands near Dean's head.
She leaned down to kiss him softly on the nose. Dean scrunched it up but still smiled lovingly at her.
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