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"So you grab some crutches, pain killers, and my clothes and we head out…" Sam nodded in reply already throwing the bag with Dean's belongings to him before leaving the hospital room to grab the other items that they needed.
When Sam returned he found Dean still in the middle of his bed a pile of his own clothes on his lap. "I don't have any pants. They must have cut them off before the surgery."
"Oh," Sam glanced around the room quickly moving to and pulling out the drawers looking for anything that would work to clothe his brother, "here. You can wear these scrubs." Dean nodded catching the pants in the air but still didn't move. "Let's go…do you want to be here when those backwater cops get here?"
"I can't." Dean mumbled.
"What?"
"I can't." Dean stated louder. "I can't move my leg enough to put on the pants."
"Oh," Sam's eyes widened, he couldn't believe he had been such an idiot! His brother had just had extensive surgery of course he wouldn't be able to put on his own pants. "I'm so sorry Dean, I didn't even think about it…"
"It's fine; just don't enjoy it when you help me out." Dean smirked, breaking the tension that had quickly pervaded the room and covering up his own frustration at being helpless.
"Okay, so we leave through the back exit, it's just down the hall and not hooked up to any alarms. I already pulled the Impala around and I made certain that no one saw me. Are you up for this?"
"Either way I have to be…so yeah, we'll say I am." Dean stated already imagining the agony that would soon pervade his body.
Sam nodded slightly, glanced out the hallway and then looked over at his brother. "Let's go." With assistance from Sam, Dean made it to his feet positioned with crutches under each arm pit. He grunted low in his throat; it felt like his entire leg was on fire and about to fall off all at the same time, "I hate small towns! Everyone has to be the hero." Dean stated venomously.
"I could go see if I could find a wheelchair." Sam offered sympathetically.
"Can't risk it, let's just go. Is the coast still clear?" Sam nodded in reply; it felt as if nobody actually worked in this hospital with how easy it was to find the supplies he needed. He only ran into two staff members the entire time.
Dean moved forward and immediately regretted having made the decision. He cussed under his breath quietly before moving forward yet another step. Finally Dean had made it to the open doorway of the room and only a short hallway lay between him and freedom. Sam had been following behind closely but now moved to the front in order to keep an eye out for any of the medical staff. After waiting for a nurse who was buried in a file to move pass Sam waved his brother on.
All went well until they were about three quarters of the way down the nearly deserted hallway. Dean's crutch landed in a puddle of water causing it to slip out from under him and before Sam could react Dean had already stopped his descent to the floor by putting down his bad leg. Sammy quickly grabbed onto his older brother as the leg gave out and his brothers muffled cry began. "Dean? We're almost there man, we can't just stop." Dean's eyes fluttered open and he once again placed the crutches that he still clung to in front of his feet watching for puddles on the floor. They were nearly to the door when their luck ran out. The nurse that had spoken to Sam earlier walked into the deserted hallway.
"What are you doing out of bed! You shouldn't even be vertical yet!" The nurse rushed to her patient putting the tray of food she had been carrying on the nurses' station counter.
Dean looked at the nurse hopeful that Sam understood that he couldn't talk them out of this one, he was just in too much pain. "Calm down. We just actually spoke to the doctor about being transferred to another hospital that's closer to home for us. He told us to go ahead and go. He's filing the paperwork now." Sam stated hoping that the nurse would simply accept his excuse without looking too far into it.
"That doesn't sound like Dr. Sanchez. Wait here, I'm going to make a phone call." The nurse turned her back on the Winchesters, quickly walking back toward the nurses' station. After waiting for Sam's nod Dean crutched the last few steps out of the door and set his eyes on the Impala. Sam rushed passed his brother, opening the backdoor so that Dean could slide in. Just as Sam was closing the back door the nurse rushed out of the exit yelling at them to stop but Sam continued; hopping into the front seat he quickly turned the Impala over and pealed out of the back parking lot of the hospital. On the street leading to the hospital they passed a police cruiser most likely coming to take them in.
"That was close." Sam let out a breezy laugh not believing the good fortune that had befallen them. He awaited a response from his brother but quickly realized that he wasn't responding. Sam quickly looked in the rearview mirror moving it so he could see his brothers face. It had once again become ashen and his hands ghosted over his injured leg his eyes stared at it but appeared to look right through it. "Dean?" Sam waited for his brothers head to look up but it didn't, "Dean." He stated firmer and he breathed a sigh of relief as his brother lifted his head.
"Did you grab those pain killers?" Dean questioned.
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