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The Scarsboro Terror

Chapter eight

Outside the recovery room

"I want to warn you, your brother is hooked up to a lot of equipment including a life support system which will be removed once he wakes up. I need you to be quiet and not get upset when you see him. I'm sorry but I can only give you a few minutes with him."

"Thanks, I appreciate it."

The nurse opened the door and pushed Dean next to his brother's bed.

"I'll be back for you in a little while." She turned and left the room.

Dean swallowed the lump in his throat as he looked at his brother's pale form. His entire body looked pasty white except for the dark brown hair which hung over his eyes. His throat was wrapped in a thick gauze bandage and a tube pumped oxygen into his lungs. Dean reached over and took Sam's limp hand.

"Damn it Sammy, why did you go back there by yourself?" Tears welled up in his eyes. "Why didn't you wait for me?" He knew the longer it took Sam to wake up the more chance he might have brain damage. "I need you to do something for me Bro….I need you to open your eyes." When Sam didn't respond Dean continued. "Come on Sammy….I know you're in there." He choked on the words as he gently squeezed his brother's hand. "Sammy I know you can hear me. Just open your eyes or squeeze my hand…" Dean blinked back tears when his brother didn't respond. Horrible thoughts went through his head. What if his brother had lost too much blood and had been without oxygen for too long? What if he did have brain damage? Dean reached out and touched Sam's face. What if he had to make a decision whether or not to keep him on life support? He knew Sam wouldn't want to live hooked up to a machine, but how could he disconnect him, then sit back and watch his brother die? "Sammy…please …you got to wake up…I need you Bro." He didn't try to hide the tears that ran down his face until he heard the nurse coming then quickly brushed them away.

"I'm sorry but I must take you back to your room."

"Please…just a few more minutes…."

The nurse saw the distress on Dean's face and her heart broke.

"Hey…" She said as she gently put her hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry; your brother is going to be fine."

"How do you know?" Dean asked wanting to believe her but scared to get his hopes up.

"He's young, in good health….and his vital signs are strong."

"Then why isn't he waking up?"

"He will….he's lost a lot of blood and he's exhausted. Just give him a little time; I'm sure he'll come around."

She started to push his wheelchair out of the room.

"Please….just a little more time." Dean choked on the words wondering if this might be the last time he'd see Sam alive.

"I'm really sorry, I wish I could but I have to follow the doctor's orders."

Dean looked back at his brother lying so still on the bed.

"Sammy…Come on Bro you got to wake up." He called over to him but there still was no response.

"I'll ask the doctor if I can bring you back down tonight for a little bit." The nurse said as she pushed him out the door.

Dean only nodded as the door shut cutting him off from his brother.

Six hours later

Dean had spent the last six hours watching the door. Every time a nurse walked by he felt both hope and fear, hope that they were coming to tell him that Sam had woke up, and fear that they were coming to tell him that he hadn't. Finally the nurse who had taken him down to see his brother stuck her head in the doorway.

"Someone wants to see you." She said smiling as she wheeled Sam into the room. He looked pale and weak but he looked up and gave Dean a small smile.

"Sam!" Dean tried to get out of bed, but the nurse put her hand up.

"No, you stay there. I'll bring him to you." The nurse said as she wheeled Sam next to his brother's bed. "He began to wake up right after you left; he must have heard you talking to him. We didn't tell you because we wanted to make sure he was going to stay awake before we got your hopes up." She looked at him and smiled. "And there are no signs of brain damage." She then turned around and began working on the bed next to Dean, getting it ready for Sam.

"Damn it Sammy….You scared the hell out of me…I thought…." Dean blinked back tears not wanting to show his brother how worried he had been. "Why the hell did you go back to that mine by yourself!" Dean's immense relief had now turned to anger at the thought that his brother almost got himself killed.

"I….I froze….almost….got you killed." Sam's voice was a painful soft whisper, his swollen throat making it difficult for him to speak. "Wanted…to…make it right."

Dean looked over at the nurse worried but she smiled reassuringly at him.

"His voice will improve. It's just hard for him to speak because of the operation and the tube that was down his throat. The doctor said he should be fine in a week or so."

Dean looked back at his brother.

"Sam….you saved my life …You got me out of there."

"My fault …you were hurt…in the first place." He managed to get out between breaths.

The nurse helped Sam into bed then left.

Dean looked over at his brother who sat in bed looking down; it was obvious he was still upset with himself.

"Look Sam, like I said you got me out of there. If it wasn't for you I'd be dead."

"If….it wasn't for me…you wouldn't have been hurt." Sam winced as he tried to talk.

"Sam, we both have weaknesses, mine's flying, yours is spiders…..By ourselves we're a little weak, but together….hey, we're unbeatable Bro." Dean grinned over at Sam.

Sam looked at Dean and gave him a small smile.

"Always….the optimist."

"That's right. Hey, we're the Winchesters, fighters of evil…. doers of good."

Sam gave a little laugh.

"You….make us ….sound like…superheroes."

Dean grinned over at him, thankful to see his brother smiling.

"Hey, what do you think, maybe we should start wearing capes… Most superheroes do." He kidded his brother.

Sam shook his head.

"Not…..going to ….wear tights though."

"Not going to ask you to."

Dean leaned back in his bed smiling. He knew with a little time they were both going to be fine.

The End