Johnny Angel Ch. 12

Disclaimer: See chapter one

Author's Note: My family is finally getting healthy once again as my brother, niece, and a sister-in-law are all recovering nicely from their surgeries. Hopefully, I will be able to update more regularly now.

Previously: "Okay, well you just let us know if you decide to change your mind," Alison stated as she pulled her stethoscope from around her neck to listen to Sam's heart and lungs. Feeling satisfied with the sounds she heard, she patted her patient on the leg. "You just get some sleep Sam. I'll do a more through exam when you're feeling up to it."

Exiting the room with a huge grin on her face, Alison couldn't remember having felt so carefree in years. Her favorite patient had finally awoken and had a basic understanding of where he was and how he felt and had been able to carry on a normal conversation with her, something she was afraid that he wouldn't be able to do upon waking after everything he had been through. She could relax now knowing that mentally, he appeared to be doing well which meant that they could focus more on the physical aspects of his recovery. Sure, he was bound to suffer from some mental anguish as he struggled to recall what had happened to him, but she had no doubts his big brother would be there to get him through it, be it nightmares or something else.

Thinking about the physiotherapy Sam would need, she wondered if she should have gone through all of the aspects of what to expect with his older brother Dean. He probably had no idea that Sam would have trouble with even the simplest things like sitting up and walking, that he would require professional help to regain these abilities and eventually return to his normal lifestyle. He also needed to know that there would be a team of specialists and not just her working with Sam, a group of people that would focus on his wellbeing as a whole. Not only would his physical needs be met, but they would also work on his social, emotional, and psychological needs as well.

Knowing that she needed to set things in motion, she started walking back towards her office to make some phone calls. Sam deserved only the best when it came to who would be doing his physical therapy and she was going to make sure he got it by calling in some long overdue favors. She, herself, would be doing the initial assessment since she was the one most familiar with Sam's case and luckily for her, she now had family members who could fill in Sam's medical history for her. Having a full grasp of both his medical history and his present condition were vital in making sure that her young patient got the right treatment since treatment was based on the unique individual needs of the patient.

Entering her office moments later, she asked her receptionist to cancel her afternoon appointments so that she could get started on the calls right away. She wanted to have a musculoskeletal and a cardiopulmonary therapy specialist ready to assess Sam no later than tomorrow or the following day. Sam had been out of commission long enough and the sooner they could start his therapy, the sooner he could become a healthy young man once again. Of course, her first phone call would have to be to Detective Janie Fletcher to let her know that Johnny, also known as Samuel Winchester, had finally awakened.

~~SUPERNATURAL~~

Gently making his way out of the bed so as not to disturb a sleeping Sam, Dean stood and stretched with a wince, the muscles in his back having become taught from staying in one position too long.

"You feeling okay there Ace?" Bobby queried a little in concern for the eldest Winchester. Every since they had found out about Sam being alive and out of the pit, Dean had been hell bent on getting to him and taking care of him without any regard for his own health.

"Yeah, I'm fine Bobby. You don't have to worry about me," Dean voiced with his trademark grin. "Everything is right in my world once again."

"I don't doubt that for a minute," Bobby returned with a grin of his own while thinking how everything was right in his world too once again. He had his boys back and damned if he was going to let them slip away from him again. "But you need to make sure you take care of yourself too if you plan on helping with Sam's physical therapy."

"Yes Dad," Dean stated acrimoniously, blushing upon realizing that he had referred to Bobby as a fatherly figure.

"Guess that gives me the right to tan your butt good and proper then if you fail to follow through," Bobby grinned, his heart warmed by the fact that Dean thought so much of him.

"Now that I would pay to see," Sam smirked weakly, entering into the conversation as the sound of voices drew him out of sleep once again.

"Hey kiddo, don't go encouraging the old geezer," Dean voiced as he returned to Sammy's bedside. "You know how Bobby likes a challenge."

"Old? Boy, I'll have you know I can whip your ass any day of the week," Bobby reprimanded as he pulled off his old ball cap and swatted Dean up alongside his head with it.

"Hey," Dean complained, enjoying the smile that was encompassing his brother's face from the bickering going on between him and Bobby.

"Shut up ya idjit," Bobby said, rolling his eyes as if exasperated before turning his full attention to Sam. "So how ya feeling kid?"

"M'okay I guess," Sam answered, twitching his nose from the slight irritation that was beginning to assail the small facial feature.

"What's the matter, Tiger?" Dean questioned upon noticing the look of discomfort that Sam was now clearly exhibiting.

"My nose is itch…" Sam trailed off, becoming extremely agitated as he tried to raise his hand to scratch his nose but found he could barely move it an inch off the bed.

"Hey, hey, you've got to try and relax Sammy," Dean soothed, running his fingers through Sam's hair in an effort to get his sibling to calm down.

"Dean, something's wr-wrong. I ca-can barely mo-move my arms," Sam whined, his heart monitor starting to blare as his blood pressure rose too quickly.

"Shhhh, it's just because you've been out of it for so long Sport," Dean explained as a nurse came running into the room to see what had set off the alarm.

Checking the readout on the monitor, the nurse quickly reset it and said, "I'll be back in just a moment with something to calm him down."

"No, please, I do-don't want to be drugged into sleep," Sam pleaded with a wounded puppy dog expression before the nurse walked in moments later carrying a syringe filled with a clear liquid. "Please De'n."

Turning towards the nurse, Dean said, "Please, can you give us a few minutes? I'm sure I can calm my brother down enough so that you won't have to do that."

"Okay, but if he doesn't calm down quickly enough, I'll have to medicate him for his own safety," Jackie answered as she capped the syringe and placed it into her smock pocket. Of course, she would have to call Dr. Thomas and let her know what was going on for final approval.

"Thanks," Dean murmured as he watched the nurse leave the room before returning his attention to Sam. "Okay Tiger, you know the drill, deep breaths…in and out, in and out," Dean encouraged, the breathing technique for calming a person having been instilled in them by their father at an early age when they had become angst ridden at various times.

Following his brother's lead, Sam inhaled as deeply as his lungs would allow and then slowly exhaled it. After a few deep breaths, he could feel the panic beginning to subside as the tingly feeling begin to alleviate.

"That's is kiddo, you're doing great," Dean stated with a sigh of relief as he watched the color returning to his brother's pale face.

"Dean, what's wrong with m-me, why can' t I…?" Sam started to question breathlessly before being interrupted by his older brother.

"You've been in a catatonic state for a while Sammy, you're muscles have become accustomed to not having to do any work on their own," Dean supplied as he once again began to tug his fingers through Sam's hair in a comforting gesturre. "You'll be able to manipulate them easily once again after you go through therapy."

"You promise?" Sam inquired, afraid that his brother could be keeping something important from him.

"Pinky swear," Dean answered, holding up his pinky finger to interlace with Sam's, remembering how a young Sammy always made him do it when they were little.

"'Kay" Sam whispered a little hoarsely from his abused throat.

"Here, try this, it should help," Dean said as he spooned a few pieces of ice into his brother's mouth to help alleviate the dryness and pain there.

"Thanks bro," Sam whispered, his head lolling to the side as exhaustion overtook him once again.

"Anytime Champ," Dean retorted as he watched his baby brother fade off to sleep. He just hoped Sam could sleep through the rest of the night, knowing that he would need all the rest he could get once Sam's physical therapy was started.

TBC Sorry for the short chapter. Hopefully, updates will come more quicker now with everything settling down in my life.