While he waited for news about Sam, Dean dreamed.

"Come on Dean. Hurry up."

"In a minute. What are you in such a rush for?"

"I got to get to school early today. We've got a field trip to the Science Museum today."

" Sounds like a snooze fest to me." He said with a yawn.

"Na it's really cool. You can do real experiments there." Sammy grinned.

"Like I said. But whatever floats your boat Sammy."

"There's only one problem."

"What's that?"

"I'm supposed to have dad's signature on this permission slip." Sam's face lost the grin as he pulled out the piece of paper and showed his brother.

"That's not a problem." Dean snatched the form and scribbled his well-practiced forgery of there often absent father's signature. He handed it back to his younger brother who grinned back.


"Anything for you egghead."

Dean woke with a start as he felt a hand on his shoulder.

"Excuse me Mr. Winstin."

It was Sammy's doctor, Dr. White. Dean blinked and quickly rubbed his eyes to clear away the last traces of slumber.

"Yeah. How is he Doc?"

"Your brother is very lucky. We were able to get in there and remove his appendix before it ruptured. He is in recovery now."

"When can I see him?"

"Shortly. He will be moved to a room soon. I just want to let you know that he will be with us for a few days and then if everything goes well he can go home with you but he'll need to take it easy for the next few weeks. Do you understand?"

"Yeah, sure thing Doc. I'll make sure he takes care of himself."

"OK Mr. Winstin. I'll see you tomorrow morning when I look in on your brother."

"Sure. Thanks Doc."

Dean stretched his muscles that were sore from sleeping in the cramped lounge chair. Then he headed to the front desk to find out what room his brother would be in.

When he got there he found a pleasant looking older woman of about 50 years old sitting behind the desk. She raised her head and smiled warmly at him as he approached.

"Excuse me Ma'am."

"How can I help you?"

"Can you tell me what room brother Sam Winstin is in? He just got out of surgery."

"Just a minute."

She turned her gaze to her computer screen and after a minute of typing and with several clicks of her mouse she found it. She raised her head and met Dean's gaze.

"Here it is. Sam Winstin is in room 311. Do you know how to get there?"

"Ah no Ma'am."

"Take the elevator over there to the third floor and follow the signs to the room."

"Thank you."

"Your welcome."

With that Dean made his way over to the elevator that the receptionist had indicated. He pressed the button and waited. Luckily for him the hospital was quiet at this time and it wasn't too long before he heard the "ding" signaling that the car was there just before the doors opened. He was greeted with an empty car which he entered and quickly punched the button for the third floor. He groaned as he was greeted by the lyrical sounds of Kenny G. Why they couldn't play good music in elevators he'd never understand. He got off and thought he had entered another world.

A cheery giraffe that had a bandage around its leg greeted him. The walls were covered with circus wallpaper. Dean knew this was meant to be cheery but it came across as creepy to him. The sign on the wall read 3rd floor Pediatrics.

"What the hell."

Assuming that the receptionist had made a mistake he walked down the hall in search of the nurses' station. Once there he found a pleasant looking middle-aged woman behind the desk. She raised her head and asked.

"How may I help you?"

"I'm looking for my brother but I think there's been a mistake."

"Why is that?"

"Well he doesn't exactly belong on this floor. He's not a kid."

" I see well let's check the system. What's his name?"

"Sam Winstin."

"Here it is. Sam Winstin is in room 311. Here's a note saying they are moving him here due to a lack of beds."

"Is that kosher?"

"Don't worry Mr. Winstin. We're quiet capable of taking care of all patients here no matter what their age. Would you like me to show you to your brother's room? They should be bringing him up soon."


With that she came from behind the desk and lead Dean down the cheery hallway. She pointed to the vending machines as they passed by them.

"In case you need a pick me up."

"How'd you guess?"

"I see a lot of weary parents here, son. Here we are room 311."

She walked into the room ahead of Dean and showed him where Sam would be.

"You'll have the room to yourselves for now."

She caught the look on Dean's face and asked.

"What's wrong?"

"It's just the wallpaper in here."

"What about the wallpaper?"

"Well you see Sammy doesn't really like clowns."

"I see."

She nodded her head with understanding.

"Don't worry Mr. Winstin. He won't be the first scared kid I've dealt with. I'll leave you now but my name's May if you need anything just ask."

"Thanks, May and it's Dean by the way."

"Nice to meet you Dean."

With that she turned and left him alone in the room full of grinning clowns.

He left the room and went to the vending machine. Coffee and a lot of it was what he needed. While he was there he decided to update Bobby.

When he got back to the room a few minutes later he found the orderlies coming out of the room laughing quietly to each other.

"What's so funny?"

Looking at him sheepishly one responded.

"Sorry it's just that with how big he is it looks funny seeing him in that room full of clowns. No offense."


He hurried into the room forgetting everything else once he saw Sammy in that bed. He went and pulled a chair close so that he could sit and hold his brother's hand and watch his breathing.

"It's good to see you Bro. You rest now. I've got your back."

With that Dean settled back slightly in his chair, picked up his coffee and took a big swig, preparing for the long night ahead.