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It had been five days since John Winchester had run into the Emergency Room in a blind panic. It had been one and a half days since Sam had woken up from what the doctors believed to be a terminal infection. And now it had been mere hours since the metal brace holding Dean's leg had been removed and replaced with a full length cast. It had also been seconds since his oldest son had last asked to go visit his youngest son.

"Dean for the one hundredth time, and I'm being literal because that's how many damn times you have asked me to visit Sam, the answer is not yet. When Sam gets back to his room, I will take you up to see him."

John's mouth dropped in shock the next instant when his mature teenage son actually pouted and then whined, "C'mon dad...how long does it take to get dumb x-rays."

"I'll answer you as soon as you stop acting like a whiny two-year-old." Dean had become increasingly impatient the longer he went without seeing his brother. John immediately softened his tone when he noticed the fleeting look of hurt cross his features.

"Look Dean I'm sorry. I know you want to see Sam. I don't blame you, but pouting is not going to make things faster so please knock it off."

Dean's blushed with embarrassment. "Sorry dad, it's just this is the longest I've ever gone without seeing Sam and with how sick he was...is...i just..."

"I know kid, I know."

John then grabbed the remote control for the television and began flipping through the channels. John stopped on the channel with a poorly made horror movie. For the next hour the two elder Winchesters poked fun at the inaccuracies of the movie.

***

When the movie ended the previous tension returned to the room as Dean once again became antsy waiting for the opportunity to see Sam.

John and Dean sat in silence neither really knowing what to say. At the moment John really wished he had not sent Bobby and Caleb to get some sleep at the motel for the night. He was certain the two could have helped Dean chill out.

John tensed as he heard Dean click his tongue off of the roof of his mouth. He really hoped Dean's old habit from long car rides had not started up again.

John cringed when Dean repeated the action two more times.

Dean smirked as he noticed his father cringe. John tried his best to ignore his son's irritating habit by staring at the blank wall. However, Dean was enjoying watching his father's reaction. Dean had been stuck in a bed for five days, his leg hurt, and he really just wanted to see his brother. So because of impatience and boredom he began clicking his tongue much louder.

Dean chuckled to himself as he saw his father's face grow increasingly red. He could tell how hard it was for his dad to not scream.

After Dean repeated the action for probably the thirtieth time John snapped. He growled. John Winchester literally growled like an animal before turning to face his son. Dean was shocked by the sound that erupted from his father's throat and the unnatural shade of red that adorned his face.

'Shit,' thought Dean to himself.

John leaned down into Dean's face and growled, "Dean Winchester. Knock...it...off...or i will rip your tongue from your mouth."

Dean knew it was an open threat, but his dad could be truly frightening when he wanted to be and this was one of those times.

Dean stared up at his dad. Then he felt something wet run down his one cheek. Dean wanted to lie down on the bed and die. His father had actually reduced him to tears. That hadn't happened since his father threatened to spank him when he was nine and had shaved Sam's head.

Dean's face blushed a fierce shade of red out of embarrassment.

Noticing the change in his son's demeanor, John's features softened. Then John saw the tear run down his oldest son's cheek. The last time he could remember Dean crying because of him was when he threatened to spank him for shaving Sam's head. Sam had looked strange for lack of a better word after that incident, with random tufts of hair in random places on his head.

Involuntarily John began to chuckle.

Dean's eyes widened in shock. His father was actually laughing at him.

Soon John's chuckle erupted into a hearty laugh.

At first Dean feigned a hurt expression, but he too soon began to laugh. It had been the first time in a long time that the two had actually had a good full laugh.

The two were crying from laughing so hard and neither noticed when Dr. Stilm entered the room.

Dr. Stilm smiled at the moment of happiness the two Winchesters were enjoying. He did not want to spoil it, but knew the two would want to know that they could go see Sam now, so he loudly cleared his throat.

Both men turned their attention to the doctor and began to calm themselves down while wiping the tears from their eyes.

"Sorry doc, didn't see you come in," choked out John.

"Yeah it seemed like you two were a little preoccupied," Dr. Stilm said with a smile.

"Well Dean, I have some good news. Sam is finally back from his x-rays. He was given a bath and is now ready for visitors, if you would like to see him."

Dr. Stilm laughed at the eagerness etched onto Dean's face.

John sighed in relief. "Thank god," John said at the same time Dean said, "About time doc."

Dr. Stilm and a nurse then helped get Dean situated in a wheelchair. His leg was supported and elevated and an IV stand was attached to his wheelchair for the IV antibiotics he was still receiving.

"Are you okay Dean?" asked the doctor.

Dean smiled. "Once I see my little brother I will be okay doc."

"Ok Dean. Nurse Jenny is going to take you to your brother. Now you cannot stay their very long because I don't like your leg having this minimal support at the time. I can give you thirty minutes. We will keep increasing your visiting time each day I promise. Also if your leg starts bothering you, tell Jenny okay?"

"You got it doc."

"Alright I'll see you a little later Dean."

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Before Dean was wheeled into Sam's room, John asked Nurse Jenny if he could talk to Dean for a moment alone. She excused herself and John kneeled down in front of Dean.

Dean looked at his father with an inquisitive expression.

"Dean I need you to be prepared when you see Sammy. He looks much better than he did so for me he looks good, but you haven't seen him. I just need you to be prepared."

"Dad, I know Sam has been through the wringer. I know he is still in serious condition. I understand I just really need to see my brother."

John smiled at Dean. "Okay," John said as he stood back up.

Jenny then walked over. John opened the door and Jenny wheeled Dean in right next to Sam's bed.

Dean sucked in a quick breath of air when he saw his brother. He could not believe Sam had looked a lot worse than this. Sam was incredibly pale. It looked like someone had used a marker around his eyes, the circles were so dark. His hair was to put it mildly a complete mess, and he looked so frail. Sam's eyes were closed and his eyelashes stood out in dark contrast to his pale face.

Dean reached out and grabbed Sam's right hand. He noticed the brace on Sam's left hand and the large bandage on Sam's forehead.

Dean noticed the lights were dimmed in Sam's room. "Dad what's up with the lights?"

"Sam's concussion has him very sensitive to the lights. His headaches are not as bad if the lights are dimmer," John responded.

Dean tensed. "How bad are his headaches?"

"They are pretty bad Dean," John whispered.

Dean turned his attention back to Sam. He squeezed his brother's hand. "Sammy, it's me Dean. I'm here Sammy. I'm here for you now," Dean whispered.

Dean's words had Sam waking up from the slumber he was in. Sam's eyes sluggishly opened. He cringed a bit when he felt the ever present headache return. Once his eyes focused though he saw a face he had been dying to see for days.

Sam managed a weak smile before whispering, "Hey Dean."

A giant grin adorned Dean's face. "Hey Sammy. How are you feeling dude."

"Ok," Sam said. Dean knew he was lying but he was just so glad to see his brother.

"How are you Dean," Sam questioned quietly after noticing the large cast.

"Pretty good considering my leg is now ninety percent metal. Dude I'm like bionic man."

Sam chuckled softly. He missed his brother's sarcasm.

Both brothers sat in silence assessing the others' condition.

"Damn Sammy, it's good to see you."

"You too Dean. I missed you."

"Yeah I had no idea I would ever miss geek boy so much."

Sam smiled before whispering, "Jerk."

"Bitch," Dean responded and both brothers began laughing.

John smiled. This was the happiest he had seen Sam. He knew the presence of Dean would work wonders on his youngest.

The happy moment was short lived however.

Dean began filling Sam in on all the hot nurses he had had. Sam listened at first, but as Dean continued the pounding in his head became more and more pronounced. He tried to mask the pain he was in. He knew if they had to give him more pain killers he would be out like a light and they would take Dean back to his room and he wanted Dean. However, within minutes the pain became unbearable. Sam whimpered in pain as he grabbed his head with his right hand.

Dean immediately tensed. "What's wrong Sammy?"

"H-h-head," Sam whimpered.

John was out the door before Sam could even answer Dean.

Dean had no idea what to do. He could see the tears leaking out of the sides of Sam's eyes as he pressed his head further into the pill as the pain worsened.

Within seconds a nurse appeared. She gently lifted Sam up to help him swallow his pain medication. Mere minutes later, Sam's body relaxed as the medicine did it's job.

"Sammy, why didn't you tell us your head was hurting?"

Sam blinked sluggishly at Dean. "I wanted...to see you...I missed you...De..." Sam never got a chance to finish his sentence as he eyes slid shut and shortly after soft snores filled the room.

"Aw kid, I missed you too. I promise I will be back tomorrow," Dean whispered to his little brother.

***

The next morning Dean woke up and instantly started begging to see Sam again.

Bobby and Caleb were in Dean's room.

"Kid you can't see Sam this morning," Bobby said.

"Why the hell not?" yelled Dean.

"Your dad was going to tell you this morning, but you were sleeping and he didn't want to wake you. Sam is having the surgery for his wrist right now."

Dean looked at Bobby and Caleb in shock. "Is he even strong enough yet?"

"The doctor assured us that Sam's body is strong enough now. If they waited much longer he would have lost the function of his hand," said Bobby.

Dean closed his eyes. His brother was having surgery and he had not been there for him beforehand. Dean felt incredibly guilty. He had been sleeping while his little brother was being prepped for another surgery. "Is he going to be okay Bobby?"

Bobby sat down on Dean's bed next to him. "Dean, I can't make any promises because it is a surgery, but Dean...that kid has fought tooth and nail to survive up until this point...you just have to believe that Sammy will continue fighting."

Dean smiled up at Bobby and Caleb. He knew Sam would survive this. "Can I see him after the surgery?"

Before Bobby or Caleb could respond John appeared at the door. "Sorry son you aren't going anywhere today."

Dean glared at his father. "Like hell I'm not!" Dean yelled.

John's reaction to Dean's outburst shocked Dean. His father was smiling.

"What the...?" Dean mumbled.

"Dean you have a new roommate," John told his stunned son.

Seconds later Dean saw a gurney being wheeled into his room. He then saw several people help a shaggy-haired boy to the other bed in the room.

Once Dean's new roommate was set up, the boy looked over at Dean and smiled. "Hey bro, looks like we're roomies again. Awwweeesooome right? Oh yeah...this is the bomb!"

Dean laughed and then looked at his dad. "Morphine?" Dean asked.

"Oh yeah, the kid is as high as a kite," John responded with a laugh that was accompanied by smirks from both Bobby and Caleb.

"Whoah where'd this thing come from...what the crap...how'd a marshmallow get on my arm...seriously why does this keep happening," Sam mumbled as he shook his head out of annoyance.

Dean laughed. "Dude it's called a cast not a marshmallow and it's because you broke your wrist, which you little accident prone brother, then to do a lot."

Sam turned to look at Dean and with a completely serious expression said, "Dean you are so stupid this is a marshmallow." Then Sam started poking his cast. "Yep definitely a marshmallow. Older brothers are soooooo stupid," Sam mumbled to himself.

Oh yeah the kid is completely high Dean thought to himself as everyone else in the room began cracking up when Sam tried to bite his cast.

"Ewwww, definitely not a marshmallow," Sam mumbled before his eyes drooped shut and he fell asleep.

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A light moment in there. But is all the drama over?...guess we'll all just have to see :)

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