|Last Plane Out
Author: Muffy Morrigan PM
When Dean gets a call that Sam has been seriously injured how far will Dean go to get to his brother in time? HURT!Sam, protective DeanRated: Fiction K+ - English - Hurt/Comfort/Family - Dean W. & Sam W. - Chapters: 4 - Words: 12,995 - Reviews: 138 - Favs: 221 - Follows: 55 - Updated: 08-24-07 - Published: 08-22-07 - Status: Complete - id: 3740162
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Last Plane Out
Dean walked down the hotel hallway carefully balancing two extra large coffees and several muffins. They had moved into the hotel as soon as the doctor had said it was safe for Sam to leave. Dean didn't like the idea of spending any more time in the hospital than was absolutely necessary. Sam had been improving, but if Dean left for too long, Sam would get anxious. So Dean figured if they were out of the hospital, out of the setting of all that worry and fear for Sam, his brother would get better. And he was right, Sam was steadily improving now, getting stronger everyday and as soon as the stitches were out they were planning on putting Vegas behind them.
"How are you feeling today, Sam?" He asked his brother as he came into their room.
"Dean, I've been out of the hospital for three days, I'm fine. You don't need to keep asking, ok?" Sam said with a frown.
"Right. Stop asking, I'll remember that." He still can't be up for all that long, he still gets confused sometimes and he expects me to stop asking. When will he learn? He set the coffee and muffins down on the table beside Sam's bed. Right next to the little Impala, it had sat next to Sam's bed since he had received it.
Sam picked up the coffee and smiled at him. "Thanks, Dean."
"I know that look, Sam. What is it?" Oh, god, what's wrong now?
"Jason called, he and Lisa are coming by."
"I knew getting you a new phone was a mistake." Dean had gotten Sam the phone while he was still in the hospital. He had also put an emergency contact card in Sam's wallet. "When will they be here?"
"About an hour, they were surprised I hadn't come back to stay with them."
"Well, we're closer to the hospital here, just in case." And you would go back there over my dead body.
"You can leave if you want, I understand," Sam said sounding like that was the last thing he wanted.
Hell no. "Nah, I'll stay. Be nice to see them again." Because now I don't have to hunt them down to tear their arms off.
"Dude, are you alright?"
"Me? Sure, what could be wrong?" Should I just shoot them or would I feel better about it if I beat them to death? Hmmm, tough choice.
"Yeah, Sammy?" I wonder what the hotel will charge to get blood out of the carpet.
"Are you sure you're ok with them stopping by?"
"Yeah, Sam, I think it's great." There's always poison, nope, too fast and hard to get at a moments notice. "Should I go get some coffee? Maybe some cookies?" I could kill them with the cookies, that might be fun.
"Cookies, Dean?" Sam was looking at him kind of funny
"Mini Muffins?" Mini like their brains? I wonder if they'd appreciate the joke? "Donuts?" Might as well make their last meal a nice, sweet one.
"Yeah, Sam?" He said smiling at his brother. He's looking at me really funny now, I wonder what's going on in that freaky brain.
"Up, Sammy? Nothing's up, why would you think something's up?" I could tear their arms off, beat them with their own arms then shoot them. That might be best. Although killing them with cookies…
"I don't know," Sam was kind of frowning at him. "Are you sure it doesn't bother you?"
"I told you, I think it's great they want to stop by, give us all a chance to chat." Before I kill them.
"It's kind of weird they didn't come visit me in the hospital again," Sam said, still looking at him with that look.
"I think they had a little trouble with the staff." That and I told everyone that if I even saw those two on the floor it would be a huge bloody mess that they would have to clean up.
"Uh, yeah, I think I remember something when they were there. Not much though," he said frowning. He was having a hard time remembering those hours in the hospital.
"The nurse told me," Dean said smiling. "So coffee? Cookies? What do you think?"
"You're kind of scaring me dude."
"Why's that, Sam?"
"You're, well, perky, and it's kind of scaring me."
"Me? Perky? I don't think so." Maybe a tiny bit homicidal, but not even a little perky.
"You look perky."
"I'm not perky, Sammy, just looking forward to seeing your friends again." So looking forward to it.
"Ok, Dean, if you're sure your ok with all this."
"Yep." I'm not actually ok with this at all, which is why I am looking forward to seeing them again.
Sam was still looking at him a little funny. Dean shrugged. He decided to just make coffee in the room. They don't deserve anything better than this anyway, not that they are gong to get much of a chance to drink it. He paced around the room, straightening things, going through his bag. Sam watched him the whole time. I think he knows something's up.
When they knocked on the door Sam got up to answer it. Lisa and Jason came into the room, Lisa was carrying a gift bag. "Heya champ," Jason said punching Sam lightly on the arm. Lisa kissed him on the cheek and said "It's so good to see you, honey." They were both smiling.
Then they noticed Dean.
"Hey," Dean said smiling.
"Didn't expect to see you here, sport," Jason said.
"Yeah, I bet." Still smiling. Sam looked over at him with a frown.
"Why don't you come in?" Sam said, they stepped over by the beds and stood there looking from Sam to Dean. "It's nice that you stopped by before we left town." Sam's still trying to keep up the conventions.
"Sure, champ, brought you a gift." Jason said, Lisa handed him the bag.
"Thanks," Sam said glancing at Dean. Yep, he knows something's up.
"We wanted to come see you while you were still in the hospital," Lisa said.
"We came by a couple of times, but they wouldn't let us up, champ."
"I don't know why," Sam said.
"Maybe because I told the staff that if I saw you, I'd have their jobs?" Dean said softly. Sam looked at him.
"You had no right," Jason said.
"We're his friends, we just wanted to help," Lisa said.
"Then why didn't you call me?"
"They didn't have your number, Dean. They told me. I remember, they said they didn't have your number."
"Oh? Really?" Dean took a step closer to Jason. "Didn't I give it to you? When we first got to town?"
"What?" Sam said looking at Jason.
"I don't remember that, I don't think you did."
"Pretty sure I did."
"Dean?" Sam looked at his brother. "What are you talking about?"
"I gave him my number, Sam." Dean said turning on him. "Before they started in on me. I figured if they were friends they should have a way to get a hold of me."
"Is that true?" Sam looked at them, disbelief clearly written on his face.
"We thought it was for the best, Sam. You didn't need him," Jason said, defensively.
"Then, even when you knew I was on my way, you still told him I wouldn't come," Dean said very softly. "You let him think I'd left him alone." He took another step closer to Jason. "You let my brother think I'd left him alone. Did you think I wouldn't find out?" Another step. "Do you know what I am going to do to you for that?"
"Step back, Sam."
"Who do you think you are threatening me, sport?"
"No threat." Another step. He was close enough to touch Jason.
"I said step back, Sam." He smiled at Jason.
"We're your friends, Sam. We love you, we did what we thought was best," Jason said, looking at Sam.
"What you thought was best?" It was too much, Dean grabbed him by his shirt and slammed him into the wall. He held him there. Gym doesn't help much for this does it, Jason?
Sam came over and laid his hand on Dean's arm. "Dean,"
"Keep out of this Sam. I'll be through in a minute."
"They aren't worth it." Sam said softly.
"They're not. You are." He kind of bounced Jason against the wall. He could see fear, real fear, in the guy's eyes. Lisa was standing beside Jason, her eyes wide. Good. This is going to be better than I thought.
"That's not what I meant, Dean. They aren't worth what it would do to you." Sam said. "I can't let you do this."
"Can't stop me, Sam." He bounced Jason against the wall again. He was resisting the urge to just snap his neck and have it done with. The fear in Jason's eyes had given way to terror. He could see the same look of absolute terror in Lisa's eyes. Nice to know I'm getting through to them. How long was Sam alone and afraid? How long can I make this last? With my luck this guy's heart will give out before I really get started.
"I shouldn't have let them come by, Dean," Sam said, looking at him. "I wanted to tell them face to face that they needed to apologize to you for the way they treated you. I wanted you here for that. And if they didn't apologize they weren't friends of mine anymore."
"The way they treated me doesn't matter, Sam."
"It does to me, Dean."
Dean smiled at his brother. "Thanks, Sammy. But he's still going to die for what he did to you." And slowly, painfully at that. I wonder how long I can make it last until he understands what he did to my brother?
"Dean," He looked over at Sam. He heard something in his voice, something was wrong. Sam's eyes rolled up in his head. Dean dropped Jason and caught Sam before he hit the floor. He carried him over to the bed and laid him down. He heard the door slam as Lisa and Jason ran out of room.
"Sam? Sammy?" What's wrong? He went into the bathroom and wet a washcloth. He brought it out and laid it on his brother's head. "Sam!"
Sam lay there for another minute then opened one eye. "Are they gone?"
"What?" Dean said looking down at Sam. He didn't just…
"Are they gone?"
"Good," Sam opened the other eye and sat up, he leaned back against the pillows.
"Sam," Dean was looking at him. He did, he just pretended to faint. I can't believe it. What a brat. "You nearly gave me a heart attack."
"Sorry about that, man. I couldn't think of any other way to stop you." Sam was smiling at him. "It's not that I don't appreciate the sentiment—I wanted to see them suffer myself, for the way they treated you. But I think they'd had enough. I didn't think you should actually kill him."
"I think I might have." Actually no might about it, Sammy. No might at all. I was going to kill him, then her. Probably a good thing you stopped me.
"Yeah, I saw it in your eyes, Dean. I was actually pretty worried from the moment you got perky."
"Dude, I wasn't perky."
"Yep. That's the word," he grinned at Sam. He sat down on the bed next to his brother. "Nice to know you have my back, Sam."
"Always, Dean." Sam nudged him with his shoulder. "The next time I want to stay with friends while you go on a hunt…"
"Just hit me over the head and toss me in the car, ok? It'll save a lot of time and trouble." He started laughing, Dean laughed along with him.
"Sure, Sam. Sounds like a plan."