Disclaimer: Nope, sniffle, sniffle they're not mine… not yet, but as long as they're still around… then there is hope!
Sam was still sleeping when Dean arrived back at the hospital the next day. He slipped quietly into the room and sat watching him sleep. It was nearly noon and he was surprised to find him still asleep it was very unlike Sam. He must be exhausted and to be fair Dean didn't blame him. They needed a vacation and they hadn't even been battling anything supernatural!
Sam's phone rang and he rushed to get it and answer it before it woke Sam up. He spoke quietly for a few minutes then hung up and glanced over at his brother. Sam was awake.
"Hey Dean," he said. "Who was that?"
"The garage," Dean replied. "The car's ready. How you doing?"
Sam sat up and winced. "Sore, but I'll live," he replied. "How'd it go last night? Any problems?"
Dean smirked and his eyes lit up as he replied, "Well, at first you know because of my bum leg here but once we figured out it would work so much better with her on top we…"
"Dean!" Sam exclaimed interrupting his brothers' story. "That is so not what I was talking about!"
"What?" Dean said arms spread wide an innocent expression on his face. "Oh, you mean were we attacked by anything out to kill her? No. She's fine Sam."
"Good," Sam said. "So do you think it was them? Those guys were what were after her?"
"I don't know Sam," Dean said "What exactly did you see?"
Sam was quiet for a moment recalling the vision, "Not much. I saw her necklace the Qabbalistic Cross. It was covered in blood. She was dead."
"Qabbalistic Cross?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, it's a form of the Celtic Knot. A protection charm," Sam replied.
"She didn't know what it was," Dean told his brother.
"How do you know?"
"She bought it because she wanted the chain it came on," he replied a grin on his face. "At least that's what she told me last night when she got freaky and used the chain to tie…" he stopped speaking at the look his brother gave him. "Anyway, she didn't know what it was. So what else did you see?"
"How do you know it was supposed to go down last night?"
"I'm not sure," Sam replied. "I just... felt it."
"So what do your feelings say now?" Dean asked. "Does your spider sense tell you this is done?"
Sam considered it and after a few minutes he looked at his brother and replied, "Yeah, I think it's over."
"Good… because I am so ready to leave this town."
"I know what you mean," Dean replied.
The door opened then and the doctor walked in reviewing Sam's chart. He glanced at the Dean then turned to Sam, "How are you feeling this morning?"
Sam sighed. "Like I got shot yesterday," he replied with a grimace.
"Imagine that," the doctor replied as he peeled away the bandages from his shoulder. He examined the wound then told Sam, "It looks like it's heeling nicely. I don't see any signs of infection so I'm going to release you in just a few minutes. I am going to prescribe some antibiotics you'll need to take them all exactly as their prescribed just to make sure an infection doesn't set it."
He began to bandage the wound again and continued his instructions, "I'm also prescribing something for the pain." He saw Sam about to protest and raised his hand in the classic stop sign before continuing. "Just take the prescription. Fill it or don't, but the pills will work for any residual pain from your injury or for the headaches you seem to get after one of your, shall we call them, episodes."
Sam glanced quickly at his brother who shook his head letting him know he hadn't said anything to the doctor about his visions.
"How often do they occur?" the doctor asked.
"Um…" Sam hesitated before replying. "Not too often."
"Okay," the doctor replied noting Sam's hesitancy. "I'll tell you what. I'll allow for three refills. After that you're on your own."
The doctor turned to Dean, "I owe you an apology. I didn't realize what was happening until it was too late. I suspected he was having a relapse and you were endangering your own health trying to care for him."
"It was my choice," Dean replied. "He's my brother and I will always take care of him."
"I understand," the doctor replied. "But don't forget to take care of yourself too."
Dean nodded. "Hey," he replied. "I always do."
"How's Ms. Williams?" the doctor asked.
"She's fine," Dean said. "Very, very fine!"
"I told you she was poison fruit," the doctor said. "You didn't believe me did you?"
"There was nothing poisonous about her fruit doc."
The doctor grinned at Dean and pulled a newspaper out from under Sam's chart. He handed it to Dean and said, "Depends on what you wanted from her."
Dean looked at the paper as the doctor bandaged Sam's injuries and put his arm in a sling.
Happyland Hero To the Rescue Again
Last night while meeting the youngest brother for an interview, an attempt was made on my life. The youngest brother Sam Wilkerson saved my life yesterday when he stepped in front of me and was shot. Injured he still succeeded in disabling my attackers before he succumbed to his injuries…
Dean handed the paper to Sam and said, "Damn it, she said she wasn't going to do it."
"You should have seen the one she did on the hospital," the doctor said shaking his head. "It was not nearly as nice as this one."
"Yeah, but how are we going to get out of here without having to fight our way through a band of these creeps?"
"I can help with that if you'll let me," the doctor replied. "Get dressed and I'll take you to your car if it's ready. I heard your brother tell you it was in the shop."
"It's ready," Dean replied. "If you'll give my brother a few minutes to get dressed we'll be ready to go."
A little over an hour later Dean was putting their bags in the trunk of the Impala. The guys at the garage had done a wonderful job on her and she was back in her pre-tornado. Better actually because of the tune up she was now purring with anticipation of the trip to come.
Sam was sitting in the passenger seat when Dean got in behind the wheel started it and put it in gear. "Where are going?" Sam asked.
"How about California where all we have to worry about is earthquakes and forest fires?" Dean said. "I heard about a small town out there having a problem. I think it may be our kind of thing."
"That works for me," Sam replied as Dean put his favorite BOC cassette in the player and turned up the music.
A/N – Well, that finishes this story. I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it. If you're interested I'm still working on two other stories right now Hunted and my newest story The Winged Curse. Again, thanks for reading! Oh, and I'd appreciate a review if you have time!