18.

'Hurry up Sam!' Dean whined, fidgeting in the bed while he waited for his brother to help him out and in to the wheelchair he was being forced to use. It was that or don't leave at all. The doctors had even made Dean promise to take it easy and use the chair at home. Sarah had stopped by shortly after that with more exercises to keep his leg active in bed, and in the chair. Just small ones that would work all the muscles, if he did all of them in a row. Dean had promised he would.

Reaching out he smiled when his hand hit the small paper bag Sam had dumped on the table when he had come in to collect him from the hospital. He had been hoping it was something greasy from the diner or a takeout store, but it was just a bag of raspberry frogs. One of his favourite lollies, pulling one out he placed it in his mouth and sucked on the sweet lolly while his brother cursed over the chair.

'Do you need some help Sammy?' Dean asked around the lolly, sounding disabled which made Sam laugh at him instead.

'Maybe you do D-D-Dean.' Sam fake stuttered around his name. 'Seeing as you're the one who has to keep using a wheelchair, anyone would think you took to many hits to the head here.' Sam tormented Dean until he got the chair working and lifted his brother in to it.

'I am going to have some serious muscle build up by the time you finish using this thing and can walk on your own.' Dean laughed in response.

'Gonna grow some more man boobs more like.' Sam swatted him on the head.

'Bobby should be back when we get home.' Dean noticed how he used the word home, it felt warm and welcoming. He didn't comment on the word though, only nodded his acknowledgment. 'Wonder where he went, he told me he would share the secret when he got back but I don't know if he will remember, think we should bug him about it?'

'Maybe the old man has a woman on the sly.' He chuckled, pulling out another frog as he felt the elevator lurch to halt, turning his stomach nauseously. 'Man I hate elevators even more when you can't see, hospitals need ramps for people in wheelchairs so they don't have to use that thing.'

'What is it with you and things that go up high Dean? Planes, elevators, what else do you have a problem with like that? Escalators?' When his brother didn't reply he took that as a yes and laughed some more.

'Least I am not afraid of a pair of scissors or shavers Sammy.' That was Dean's favourite come back, Sam's too long hair that always seemed to be in his eyes or sticking up ungainly on the sides of his head, making it look like he had wings or oversized ears.

'Never did get the chance to ask you, how did the appointment with the counsellor go? She any good, or at least good looking?' Sam snorted out a laugh from his position behind them, he breathed in deeply when the cool air rushed at his face. It was the first day of Autumn today and the morning was fresh and warm, there was a little amount of sun that hit him in small patches as they headed towards the Impala.

'Ah, she's something.' Was all Sam offered as Dean listened to him open the passenger door, after a short warning he was helped up and put in the passenger seat, a blanket thrown over his lap.

'Thanks mother hen.' Dean sighed, he wanted to protest but the morning felt and smelt nice and he was sitting in the Impala, he didn't want to ruin a good day. Pulling the blanket in a little tighter he was surprised he found himself liking the comfort of it, the weight and warmth it supplied. Not that he would ever tell Sam that, otherwise he would be piling blankets on him all the time.

Breathing in the scent of the Impala Dean felt his spirits deflate. If there was anything he missed the most, it was being able to see and smell his baby. The Impala came second in the list of important things in his life, right after Sammy and Bobby. He had decided recently to class them under the one name; family. In his nightmares his dad would leave him alone, and take Sam away from him, to be blind and incapable on his own. Not even Bobby would help.

All because in the dream, John said he was a waste of his own life and that he deserved nobody's pity or help. When he was awake, this was all Dean could think of, so he held as much as he could from Bobby and Sam close to his heart, wishing it would somehow wash away the nightmares. But it never did, and he went to drug induced sleep each night with the flickering fear of what ordeal his dad was going to put him through in his sleep.

'Hey you okay?' Sam grabbed his arm then, shaking him a little. Dean started and turned his head in Sam's direction, shaking his head a little. 'What's up, you were smiling and happy before and now…. I dunno you look like you're about to collapse man, is everything okay?' Sam's voice was stressed, strained. Dean felt guilty.

'It's cool dude, just start her up and let's get out of this hell hole.' After a moments silence the engine purred to life with a comforting rev that seemed to soothe Dean a little before they pulled out of the car park, and he felt his stomach lurch. 'Dude tell me there's a bucket or something in the car.'

'Awh man no way, you going to puke?' Dean nodded slowly, hand going to his mouth, the other holding his stomach. He heard his brother curse, then the car swerve to pull over which only made his stomach heave more before there was a bucket of some kind being forced under his mouth.

Letting fly, he groaned in pain. He had barely eaten whilst in the hospital, except for the frogs before they left and the acid from the bile had burnt his throat on the way. His stomached ached from the retching too, as he leant back in to the seat and pulled the blanket closer to him with a slight shiver. 'Sorry.' He mumbled, going red with embarrassment.

'It's cool dude, I should have known better. Motion sickness, need to remember that one.' They both shared a small laugh before Sam pulled slowly away from the side of the road.

'What was that I just threw up in anyway? Smelt a lot like chicken or something.' Dean wiped his nose, swearing it felt greasy beneath his touch.

'A KFC bucket…' Sam wasn't a hundred per cent sure he should have told Dean that but he didn't exactly know what like to cover a chicken smelling bucket with.

'That's gross man, you better be taking care of this car! Why was there an old KFC bucket in here!'

That was the Dean he knew, Sam relaxed his hold on the steering wheel while his brother chewed him out for the rubbish in the backseat. He thought it would be best to let him get it out of his system before explaining, that and he liked the sound of having his normal brother back. Not the one who couldn't see, or got motion sickness in his own beloved car he often called Baby or Girl, like it was a living thing.

'Got that out of your system now? Think I can explain, or would your royal pain in the ass like to keep going?' He taunted Dean, laughing at the look on his face, trying to be angry whilst he just looked comical, the ceramic eyes weren't helping. They unnerved Sam a bit, but he hadn't said anything, couldn't.

'The bucket was in there from last night's tea. I tried to bring you up some but one of the nurses intercepted me and confiscated it, I think she might of eaten it for herself actually. Either that or she gave it to Kerry, the counsellor. Man that woman is large man, looks like she ate a lion and tried to become one too.' They both laughed again, as Dean's hand danced around the console as he tried to find the radio and switch it on. Sam fought the urge to help him, but instead used their clock face method to guide him around. Within moments mullet rock was blasting from the speakers.

Sam was glad Dean hadn't put the radio on, or there would be more hell for him to pay over his choice in station. Sam swallowed; it was like the car was slowly becoming his the more he drove it. A pang shot to through Sam's heart; would Dean ever be able to drive his baby again?

They quietly pulled in to Bobby's, Sam opted to stay quiet. Too scared to open his mouth, in case strangled words of guilt and misery spilled out in the place of normal words. He felt relief wash through him when he saw Bobby's truck in the driveway and the house lights on.

'Bobby's back!' Sam offered brightly, remembering Dean wouldn't be able to see the truck. More guilt washed through him, causing his hands to shake a little as he stepped out of the truck and helped Dean out, offering to carry him in to the house, receiving a punch and a grumbled I'm not an old man' for his efforts. Sam smiled, thankful for his brothers familiar sarcasm.

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