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hey, I know a lot of people may have been confused by the last chapter, hopefully this one will sort
it out.
chapter 19
Dean struggled against the bile rising in his throat. He looked from Sam, who was watching him
weakly, to John who eyed him warily. "Hey," he said weakly. He leaned over the edge of the bed
and threw up.
"Nurse!" Dean heard John call. He retched until dry heaves racked his body. He felt a comforting
hand on his back. He could hear his father whisper comforting words to him.
"I do not feel so good."He muttered when he could finally speak again. He wiped his mouth and
flopped back onto the pillows.
"Okay Dea-" Sam asked. His voice was muffled by the oxygen mask covering his face.
Dean smiled, despite the pain. "It is good to hear your voice Sammy. I am alright, do not worry
about me."
"Dean?"
Dean ignored the voice. "What about you Sammy? He pressed, anxious to keep Sam talking. How
are you feeling?"
"Crap-" Sam closed his eyes. He looked exhausted. His face was pale, but his cheeks had a little
more colour in them.
Dean smiled again, realising how much he had missed the complaining voice of his little brother. " I
am glad you are feeling anything
"Dean." It was his dad this time. Dean recognised the tone. He had heard it often enough. It was the
obey now or you will regret it later tone. He tore his gaze away from his brother.
His dad stood at the foot of his bed. With him, judging by the white coat, was his doctor. Both men
wore looks of equal concern. Shit he thought.
"Sorry about that," he muttered at the nurse kneeling beside his bed. She was a young petite
brunette.She was cleaning up his vomit but stopped at Deans apology. She smiled, as if to say do
not worry about it, and continued.
"How do you feel, sir?"
"Like the plane I was just in crashed," he answered sarcastically.
"Dean, quit being stupid." John shot the doctor a look of apology.
"I will when he stops asking stupid questions." He answered defiantly. He heard a small snort beside
him. He shot Sam a look of triumph.
"I feel sick, my head is pounding, my throat is raw," Dean listed after a second, "I have got your
basic hangover minus the fun of getting drunk."
"And the tiredness," the doctor added, noting something on a clipboard.
"How long have I been asleep?"
"On and off for the past three days."
The words amazed him. That is not possible. "That is not possible. No one can sleep that long.I
would have remebered."
"-Called me geekboy." Sam said and Dean frowned. He looked from Sam, to JOhn, to the doctor
and to the duvet covers.
"I do not remember that." He whispered defeatedly after a few seconds. "But it does sound like
me."
"The tiredness is a normal side effect of the drugs." The doctor's voice was calm.
"Three days?" Dean smiled. "I am not that smart but I know you were not giving me that much
drugs."
Dean saw the look that passed between his father and the doctor. He shot Sam an accusatory look.
Sam shrugged as if to say i dunno what is happening, do not get pissed at me.
"what is going on? He demanded.
John looked away. The doctor chose his words carefully. "We are a little concerned about some of
your symptons."
"But I was in a plane crash and had a pole sticking out of my side."He did not mention the demon
chick."Some of your symptoms seem to indicate other things," he said simply, "We need to run
some tests."
"What kind of tests?" Dean demanded, slightly scared. "We have already spoken with this with your
father."Both brothers shot John an accusatory look. He blanched slightly.
"What the hell do you need to test for?!"
"There is no point worrying yourself about possibilties."
"What the hell is wrong with me?!" Dean demanded, his voice rising