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Sorry for such a long wait on this, but between family and being sick and then New Years, and a friend needing help I haven't had much time to get to my mums, and she lives ages away from me. But here we go, and maybe if you are all nice and review I will add another two or more chapters tonight :D

Also, I am Australian and relying solely on Google for any information about American towns and places and such, so if names or anything don't work or are wrong, sorry!

11.

Dragging his mind free from the sluggish haze, Dean licked his dry mouth with an even thicker, cotton dry tongue. Moaning, he tried to muster up some energy to lift his arms so he could scratch around the dressings that covered the top part of his face, but gave up when all he could muster was a few twitching fingers. Licking his lips again, he returned some moisture to his mouth and swallowed.

Pain was slowly working its way through his body, starting from his calf and pulsing against his thigh and the back of his knee, the actual knee cap beating out a dull ache. Moaning again, he wished he could see what was going on. He couldn't remember being in this much pain before Sammy had assured him to go back to sleep, his leg had just felt a little numb and sore. Now it was building to a burning hot pain as more and more feeling seemed to come back to him.

'Sammy?' He whispered, voice course from the anaesthesia.

'I'm here Dean, what's up?' Sam's voice came groggily from across the room, followed by the squeak of bed springs and the soft padding of bare feet on the floor. Focusing his hearing, Sam had settled beside him and the weight dipped a little in the mattress as his brothers hand leaned on it. 'You okay?'

'Pain, feels like someone tried to cut me off at the knee.' His brother didn't reply, making him panic a little. Forcing his body as upright as he could manage, Dean danced his hand across the bed until it rested on his left leg, thick bandages meeting him in the place of the cast he had expected, or better yet then no leg at all. 'Where's my cast?'

'They had to take it off and operate, uh; something went a little wrong Dean.' The tension in Sam's voice seemed to bite in to Dean; he knew this wasn't going to be good. He begged his brother for answers, straight ones and no lies.

'The car accident, turns out you got a small green stick fracture in your knee when it happened. Something the doctors didn't catch initially, turns out that's where all the infections you have been getting stemmed from. A bad break, it spread pretty rapidly through your leg...' Sam drifted off, Dean demanded more from him, voice high.

Swallowing around the lump in his throat, Sam couldn't think for the life of him. He had always been so good with words, caring for and soothing victims of the monsters they hunted. But telling his own brother bad news? Nothing seemed to form willing in his mind.

'Sammy' Dean growled, losing his patience.

'To fix an infection like this, they needed to remove some bone and tissue.' Sam paused once more, reluctant. 'And a little bit of muscle and tendon that was also infected.'

'And?' Dean couldn't keep his temper under control, his heart rate spiked on the monitor.

'It's not the end of the world Dean, Doctor Marc said you are lucky they caught it this early or you could have faced losing the whole leg. A bit of rehab and a walking stick and you will be fine.'

'A walking stick? Dammit Sam I'm not seventy fucking years old!' Dean cursed loudly, heart rate continuing to climb. 'Who gave them permission to do this?' He demanded.

'Me and Bobby, you weren't in any state for decision making so they left it up to us.'

'I can't believe this!' Dean settled back on the bed, he didn't know whether he wanted to cry or shout. Things just didn't seem to want to go his way right now, not that he could blame fate for messing with him, but hey! As if being blind wasn't cruel enough, now he had to be a limping invalid too! Clenching his fists, he relaxed a little under his little brother's apologetic grip on his forearm. He immediately felt bad for taking his temper out on Sam; he knew it wasn't his fault. He had only done what any family member would do, to stop them from suffering further.

'Sorry Sam, I shouldn't have let my temper get in the way of things and taken it out on you. Did you want to run me through everything, because I can't see myself getting around blind, with a walking stick anytime soon?' Dean felt Sam's grip on his arm relax a little and smiled inwardly that the apology had helped.

'Well the doctor told me once you were stable enough and the infection was completely gone; they will be transferring you to the rehabilitation ward three floors down to begin a full recovery. Until the stitches and grafts are healed, you will in a wheelchair, but after that they will show you how to get around with a special walking stick.' Sam's voice was brighter, the bed dipped a little more with his weight as he sat down on the edge.

'There's a little bit of good news though.' Sam piped up suddenly, Dean silent as he took in the plans.

'What's that?' He tried to sound a little happier, but his mind just wasn't working around being blind and practically disabled.

'Doctor Marc has you on the transplant list, on top. So if corneas that match yours come in, you will be first to receive. So you may not be blind forever.' Dean's heart almost skipped a beat; he heard the monitor change rhythm as he took in his brother's words. 'Due to circumstances over how you lost your sight, you were eligible for a transplant.'

'Dude that is the best news I have heard in a long time.' Dean sighed in relief. Maybe he shouldn't give up yet, this was the positive news he had needed. They spent some time after that just talking, discussing what they were going to do from here, where they would go.

Dean wanted Sam to continue hunting without him; at least until he regained his eye sight from a transplant, then he would be back on the road with him again. But Sam kept flatly refusing, saying how it wouldn't be right, and didn't trust being with any other hunter, which filled Dean with warmth to know he was the only person his brother trusted to watch his back.

But then they came to the discussion of the Yellow Eyed demon, and their hunt for him to get revenge and take him out once and for all, before he destroyed anymore lives, the way he had with theirs. 'We can keep our connections open, search for any sightings or similar events like ours. Bobby will stay in the game I'm sure, he will let us know if anything comes up. And when and if it does, we make our decisions then.'

'Sounds fair.' Dean couldn't argue logic like that, his brother had always been the cool headed thinker of the family, so unlike him and their father that way. Dean would always research and throw himself in guns firing rather then think straight and securely.

'Where is Bobby?' Dean asked, suddenly noticing the absence of their surrogate.

'Asleep behind me, in the cot. We are sitting in the dark, it's three thirty in the morning right now.' Sam offered, Dean felt his weight shift as though he were looking around at the older hunter.

'You should get some sleep Sam. I'm still pretty groggy myself, plus it sounds like we have a long road ahead of us, going to need as much rest as you can, pretty sure I am going to be needing you at the moment.'

Sam swelled with emotion then, he had never heard his brother ask outright for his help like that. Smiling broadly, he agreed with his brother and squeezed his arm once more before lifting from the bed and heading back to his own bed, it was too small and his feet hung over the edge but he didn't mind. Especially not then after hearing his brother's words.

Lying there it wasn't long before he let the slow monotone of the heart monitor lull him to sleep. Dean was right, the next few weeks or even months, was going to be very testing. But he was looking forward to them in an odd way, a welcome break as trying as it would be, from their lifestyle.

Short I know, sorry. But hey, another chapter out :3