I'm gonna try and update a couple of my older stories today like Switched, the one I'm updating right now, and My Little Brother and Someone to Watch Over Me, and Running out of Time and so sorth. I've also made a deal with myself, no more new stories! Not at least until I have a couple done. It'll be difficult but necessary, I think, for me :)
And I decided it was far too evil to leave it off on a cliffhanger like that so even though I'm tired I'm still updating :)
By the way, any medical stuff I have in this chapter is looked up on the internet, lol.
"Sammy?!" Dean bellowed, fear in his eyes and voice. "Sammy?!" Both he and Bobby stood there, knowing that they weren't supposed to touch anyone that was having a seizure. And just as suddenly as it started, it stopped.
"Call that doctor friend of yours again," Dean breathed as he rushed to his little brother's body and felt for a pulse. Sam was still breathing. However weak he was, he was still alive. That was good enough for Dean right now.
Bobby left another message for his friend, Tom, before hanging up.
"He's still not home," he mumbled, glancing worriedly at the youngest Winchester. Dean sighed in frusteration.
"Damn it!" He stared at Bobby. "Should we risk it? Him going to a hospital with fake IDs?" Fear was formed around that suggestion and Bobby finally shook his head.
"No, we'll wait for a few hours. See how worse it gets and wait for Tom to call. If he doesn't call and he stays the same I don't think we should risk it."
Dean nodded, still uncomfortable about that idea. He sat next to a still sleeping Sam and held his hand.
"I'm sorry, Sammy," he whispered. "I'm sorry this is happening to you." He sighed. "I'm sorry for everything."
Bobby looked at him sadly
"I'm sorry too," he said, not knowing what else to say. Dean nodded his appreciation.
Finally Bobby's phone rang. He instantly picked it up.
"Hello? Yeah, Tom, I'm sure as hell glad that you called." Relief flooded his voice and Dean stared at him with hope written in his eyes. Bobby carefully explained his situation. "You want me to take him to your place? You a Cat scan machine?" He nodded. "Let me check with Dean real quick." He looked at the older brother. "He has a machine in his home, one that allows him to do Cat scans, basically like an MRI..."
"Yeah, I know about those," Dean inturrupted. Did everyone think he was dumb?
"Well he got my message about the head injury and he knows how weak Sam is and how vulnerable he is, too. He wants to do a brain scan on the kid. Make sure he's all right. It'll be better and maybe even safer than going to a hospital cause we won't get caught."
Dean swallowed, not liking the idea of moving his brother again; but he wasn't sure if he had a choice. He finally nodded.
"All right." He couldn't let his fears get in the way of getting Sam some help. Bobby went back to his phone.
"Yeah, Tom? Sorry about that. Yeah, we'll be there as soon as possible. And again, thanks."
Dean walked over to Sam and grabbed some more shirts from their bags. He quickly layered his brother and made sure to grab Sam's jacket. On top of that he wrapped Sam up in a couple of blankets. He knew it was cold out there. Colder than usual. He grabbed one of Sam's fur caps and placed it gently on his bandaged head. Than he wrapped a scarf until it came up to Sam's nose. And finally he placed gloves on the hands. He wasn't taking any chances. Bobby said nothing as the process took place. And than finally, but carefully, Dean carried his brother out of the room and to the Impala. With Bobby's help he laid his brother in the back seat. He agreed to let Bobby drive, which was a first, as he climbed back there as well. He used his lap as a pillow for Sammy's head. He didn't want to be too far apart from him and Bobby knew where Tom lived. So as much as he hated to not be behind the wheels it made sense, and he wanted to be with his brother more.
The drive was silent. Unconciously Dean ran his fingers through Sam's hair and hummed a song that was a favorite for both softly. Bobby kept on glancing in the rearview mirror, making sure that everything was going smoothly. Once in a while Sam would sigh or moan, or turn his head slightly, but that was it.
Finally they arrived. Tom was outside waiting for them. The hunter resembled Bobby in a way, with both having somewhat hard faces and rough facial hair. But also like Bobby's, his eyes were kind and said that he was a friend. Dean knew he could trust him.
"Dean Winchester?" Tom asked as the got to the doorway, after greeting Bobby with a hug and a slap on the back. Dean nodded. Tom glanced at the young man that Dean was carrying. "This is Sam?" He studied the bundle that was wrapped around Dean's brother's body. Dean nodded again. He clutched Sam tightly, more out of instinct than anything else.
"All right," sighed Tom. "Let's get this scan over with." Dean nodded. "He's asleep, that's good," Tom added. "I might give him a bit of morphine, so he won't wake up in the middle of the scan. He needs to lay still for a half an hour or so, for it to work properly. That can sometimes be hard for patients to do."
Dean nodded and cleared his throat.
"Thanks," he finally said. It was Tom's turn to nod.
"Don't mention it." He led them to the basement area where the machine laid. Dean stared at it. It looked small and scary. Like a coffin. He swallowed. Thankfully his brother would be out of it during the procedure.
"Why'd you have this anyway?" Bobby asked and Tom chuckled.
"As a hunter and a doctor it seemed the most logical. Sometimes in fights hunters can get their heads beaten up pretty badly. If they're with me this way they can get help a lot faster than at a hospital." Bobby nodded, accepting that response.
Finally they laid Sam on a cold looking thing that looked in between of a hard bed, a tray, and a table. Than ever so gently Tom pressed a needle in Sam's arm. Dean winced for his brother.
He continued to watch as Sam was pushed back into the somewhat terryfing looking machine. This reminded Dean why he hated hospitals so much.
"Dean, why don't you and Bobby grab something to eat? It's gonna be a while-" Tom started to suggest but Dean shook his head.
"Stayin' right here," he mumbled, not taking his eyes off of his brother.
"You're gonna have to stay behind the glass, than," Tom said, nodding to the room that overlooked this room. Unhappily Dean agreed as Bobby decided to bring them some food. And so for the next 45 minutes Dean just stood, watching his brother, while Tom studied the computers in front of him. Finally they were finished. Dean couldn't be more eager to pull his brother out. The eagerness even surprised Tom.
"Well," Tom said as Dean was taking the needle out of Sam's arms. "It could have been worse."
Dean didn't like the sound of that.
"What do you mean?"
Tom looked uncomfortable. He cleared his throat.
"Your brother has epilipsy now, Dean," he said. Dean stared him.
"What." He said it as a statement, not a question.
"Sometimes a bump in the head can start epilispy, which really means that you have mulitple seizures," Tom continued. "And the first seizure for that could appear right away, or sometimes even months after the brain injury."
Dean just froze. His brother was sick. He couldn't protect him. Not even after Castiel's warning.
His brother was sick. He had epilipsy. That was a name he had heard of before but always brushed it off. He didn't have to worry about it. Or so he thought.
"Again," Tom added sadly. "I truly am sorry. But it could have been a lot worse."
Biting his lip Dean nodded.
"Let's just get Sammy to a bed, okay?" He pleaded and Tom nodded and so both of them carried the still sleeping Sam to Tom's guest room. Dean gently laid his brother down and only when Tom left did he finally allow himself to cry for failing so miserably....
Kind of an odd ending, but I'm tired, and it's a better cliffhanger than the last one :) Don't worry, it won't be the end, end. Now the story is really picking up!