Dean refused to leave Sam's side and insisted on helping him even though his brother tried to tell him not to bother.

"You don't have to do this," Sam told him as Dean helped him make his way to the restroom; Sam ungainly trying to hop across the tile floor with a set of crutches.

"I know I don't have to but I want to," Dean told him, "You're my brother. I'm going to help you. I'm not going to leave you on your own."

Sam, his eyes pricking with tears, just shook his head.

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"Your leg looks to be healing well, Sam," Dr. O'Brien told the young man as he entered Sam Winchester's hospital room later that day.

"Does that mean he can leave soon?" Dean asked eagerly. The sooner they got to Bobby's place, the better, in his opinion.

"We'll see," Dr. O'Brien replied gently, "I want to make sure there are no other complications from the lighting strike before Sam can leave."

"Okay," Dean muttered and glanced at his brother as the nurse who Dr. O'Brien had brought, began wrapping new bandages around the stump of Sam's leg.

"Now," Dr. O'Brien said as he finished with Sam's leg, "Let's take a look at your arm."

Somehow looking at what remined of his hand was even worse. Sam's hand, or what was left of it, looked alien, like it belonged to someone else and not him. Missing the pinkie and ring finger, and a large chunk of the palm besides, made the appendage look oddly lopsided.

"Can you move your fingers?" Dr. O'Brien asked Sam and the young man looked up.

"Huh?" he asked.

"Can you move your fingers on your left hand?" the doctor repeated, "I want to make sure they were not damaged."

Glancing down at his maimed hand again, Sam watched as, slowly, his two remaining fingers and thumb curled in.

"Hm, that's good," Dr. O'Brien muttered and made a note on Sam's chart, "Now, you're still having the tremors?"

"Yeah," Sam muttered, "But they're not as bad as they were."

Dr. O'Brien nodded as he nurse began to apply fresh bandages to Sam's hand.

"We'll keep you on the benztropine for now, since that seems to help calm the tremors and I'll write you a prescription for some more of those and some painkillers but you should be all right to go home by the end of the week."

Dean reached out and took Sam's uninjured hand, relieved. He squeezed his brother's fingers but Sam didn't squeeze back.

Once the doctor and nurse had left the room, Sam slid his hand out from Dean's and turned his face to his older brother.

"I won't hold it against you if you want to leave now," Sam told him, "You know I'm going to be okay, so you don't have to worry about me having more surgeries or whatever."

"Shu up," Dean interrupted, "I don't know how many times I have to tell you this to make you believe it but I am not going to abandon you. We'll make things work. Like I said before, if you can't get out and actually hunt with me, you can help with other things; research and interviews and stuff like that. I am not just going to dump you because you got hurt. It could just as easily been me who got struck by lightning."

Sam shook his head, "You don't know what you're getting into."

Dean reached out and put both hands on either side of his brother's face.

"We are going to get through this, together," he told Sam, green eyes staring into hazel, "Trust me."

Author's Note:

Thanks to elliereynolds777, Zeldalsis, NextAirAvatar, VegasGranny, TXKimsonFan, mandancie, Trucklady53, reannablue, TweetyRulz, AlxM, MysteryMadchen, Kas3y, Pie Love Luci and Guest for reviewing.

This was a short chapter but I want the boys to get to Bobby's and for Sam to really start his recovery.

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