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4 weeks later
"You have no idea how happy I am to be getting out of this stupid hospital." Sam sighed as he exhaled a heavy breath.
"No arguements here." Dean agreed fervently. "You know I hate these friggin' hospitals just as much as you do." He muttered under his breath as he finished signing his brother's release papers.
"You almost done?" Sam asked impatiently, as he bounced up and down on the hospital bed. All he had been doing for the last few weeks was laying on the same damn bed, staring at the same damn spot on the ceiling where there must have been a water leak, and praying that his healing came faster.
"Dude, stop bouncing up and down before you hurt yourself." Dean ordered without looking up from the papers in his hands.
Ever since the accident, Dean's 'big brother mode' was on full alert 24/7. He barely let Sam out of his sight and he refused to leave his brother's side. For four weeks straight, Dean sat in the same plastic chair by Sam's bed and kept a protective watch over him. Sam's accident had really scared Dean, and he never wanted either of them to go through that ever again.
Although Dean would never admit aloud how terrified he had been.
"But I'm so, so, so bored." Sam whined, huffing a breath and pushing his long bangs out of his face.
"Don't make me duct tape you to the bed." Dean warned, signing his name on the dotted line of the release papers.
Sam let out a exasperated sigh and fell still, crossing his arms over his chest stubbornly. His left arm that had been broken, healed relatively quickly and was now out of the cast. Sam's broken leg, on the otherhand, would stay in its cast for a few more weeks before it fully healed as well.
"I need to out of this freakin' bed before I spontaneously combust into a fiery inferno." Sam mumbled seriously, dropping his head back onto the pillow. Dean bellowed out a loud laugh before grinning at his brother.
"No ones going to spontaneously combust on my watch." Dean promised.
"But this is ridiculous. I've been in this bed for weeks. I hate it."
"Well you were hit by a car Sammy. You need bed rest before you go out and run a marathon." Dean reasoned. "Besides, there were some pretty hot nurses here." He added.
"I need to get out of this bed." Sam repeated with a groan, ignoring Dean's attempts to make him feel better.
"Well you better get use to being in a bed all day kiddo. Because that's all you'll be doing until your better. I'll make sure of it." Dean grinned as he stood up, shooting a wink at his brother.
"Awesome." Sam grumbled, rolling his eyes. Dean barked out a laugh before organizing the papers in his hands.
"Alright, I'm gonna give the doc these forms. You stay where you are. Dont get off this bed, dont sit up, dont move, dont even blink. I'll be back in a minute." Dean said firmly as he made his way out of Sam's room.
"Yes mother." Sam muttered, sighing aloud.
"I heard that!" Dean called out from the hallway. Sam snorted a laugh before leaning his head against the pillow.
The same feeling Sam had felt in his gut the day after the accident kept nagging at him, telling him something was off. Their dad had left a few days earlier after getting a call from a family friend and fellow hunter, Caleb, about a vampire nest that needed to be taken out.
It didnt bother Sam that much that John had left, because it was nothing new. Even though he had hoped his dad would stick around for a little while longer, it was no suprise that John put a job in front of his own children. Sure, Sam knew his dad loved him and Dean, but John had a weird way of showing it.
But as long as Sam had Dean by his side, he knew things would be okay and that was all that mattered.
John, Dean, and Sam had searched for answers as to what could have broughten Sam back from the dead, but each time came up empty. The possiblily of it being yellow eyes behind it all stayed in their minds, but they couldnt find solid proof to back it up.
But Sam had a feeling that it was the yellow eyed demon who brought him back. He had no idea why the demon would want him alive, but it most likely wasnt for a good reason.
Sam groaned quietly to himself and shut his eyes tightly. He hated not having any answers to what was going on and it was driving him crazy.
"Hey, you okay Sammy?" Dean's voice rang out, cutting into Sam's thoughts. Sam opened his eyes and shot a small smile at his brother who was standing in the doorway, watching him with a concerned expression. "Are you in pain?" He questioned worriedly.
"No, I was just thinkin'." Sam sighed as Dean made his way to the bed and sat down on the edge.
"It's nothing. Can we go now?" Sam asked with a hopeful expression.
"Yup! You're good to go." Dean replied with a smile, before getting up and grabbing Sam's crutches that leaned against the wall. "So you want me to push you out of here in a wheelchair, or would you rather hobble?"
"I'll hobble." Sam muttered as he rolled his eyes, slowly sitting up and dangling his legs off the side of the bed.
"Wrong answer. I'll be pushing you out of here." Dean responded quickly, before walking over to the door and grabbing the wheelchair he had parked outside. He wheeled in the chair with a grin while Sam stared at him in disbelief. "What? You really thought I'd give up the chance to push you around?" Dean asked with a smirk. "Besides, I don't want you gettin' hurt on your way out."
"Then why'd you give me a choice if you weren't gonna let me decide?" Sam questioned incredulously.
"Because I'm an awesome brother." Dean replied, nodding his head.
"Whatever. Just help me into the damn chair." Sam sighed. He had to say he was a little worn out still. Not that he'd admit that to Dean. But he had a feeling his brother knew already.
"Yes, your majesty." Dean smirked, before he wrapped an arm around Sam's waist and gently manuvered him into the chair.
"Your...such a...jerk." Sam said, breathing heavily. That small movement had made him even more exhausted and he hated feeling so weak. Dean instantly recognized Sam's tiredness and quickly hid his panic.
"Let's get you outta here bitch." Dean replied with a smile as he elevated Sam's broken leg.
"This sucks." Sam groaned, hanging his head back. Dean shot his brother a sympathetic look before grabbing both of their belongings and plopping them onto Sam's lap, along with his crutches.
"I know man, but dont worry. You'll be able to walk and not have to use those damn crutches in no time." Dean said softly, trying to make Sam feel a little better. Sam just scoffed and shook his head stubbornly. "Hey, its either you get use to the crutches or I'll just carry you everywhere we go." Dean offered.
"I think I'll stick with crutches." Sam said quickly, rolling his eyes.
"Sounds like a plan." Dean agreed. "Come on, Bobby's expecting us at his house in 2 hours." He said as he began wheeling Sam out of the room.
Before they could reach the door, one of the doctors Dean had seen milling around the same floor Sam's room was on, walked into the room.
"Hey doc, we were just on our way out." Dean said as the doctor looked up at them. He continued to stare at them blankly before he turned around and shut the door, locking it as well.
Dean instantly went on guard and stepped in front of Sam, pushing him back a little. He took a protective stance infront of his brother as he glared at the doctor who turned back around to face them. Dean's stomach dropped when he realized he had no gun or holy water or anything that would be useful to defend themselves with.
Sam's heart began to beat faster and faster, and he could have sworn it was audible. He began to breath faster as he watched Dean go into hunter mode.
"Hey boys." The doctor greeted in a friendly voice. "How about we have a little chat?" He proposed as his eyes suddenly turned a dark shade of yellow. Both brothers gasped aloud as they instantly realized who this was.
"What the hell do you want?" Dean growled, shifting his feet back and forth.
"Just checking in on my boy." The demon smirked as he eyed Sam. Dean moved in front of his brother, blocking him from the demons line of sight.
"You stay the fuck away from him, you hear me?" Dean warned in a low voice.
"Oh, come on. I'm not gonna hurt him. I'm the reason he's alive anyway."
"It was you, wasnt it?" Sam questioned in a small voice. "You're the one that brought me back?"
"Bingo." Yellow eyes responded with a prideful grin. "You see, I've been hanging around here for the last few weeks, checking up on Sam. Just to make sure he was healing and recovering well. I'm happy to see that big brother here has been able to keep his head out of his ass long enough to keep you alive Sammy."
"Shut the hell up bitch." Dean seethed furiously.
"Sticks and stones may break my bones, but ah, words will never hurt me." The demon taunted in a sing-song voice, his sneer firmly in place.
"Dean has always watched out for me you bastard. Leave him alone." Sam hissed.
"So...I see Papa Winchester has bailed again. But it must be nothing new to you two." The demon pointed out, crossing his arms over his chest. Neither of the brothers responded, both just glowering at the demon. "I wonder how it must feel, knowing that your dad is so hell bent on killing me, that he doesnt give a rats ass about his own children."
"You dont know what you're talking about. Our dad cares about us." Dean argued angrily.
"Well, he cares about you, Dean. You've always been the favored son. It's so obvious, but I dont quite understand it. I mean, Johnny Boy would chose you over Sam anyday and you both know it."
"My dad loves Sammy. He loves the both of us equally." Dean said defensively.
"Uh huh, okay. Hm...I wonder if it had been you that was hit by the car and not Sammy, like it was suppose to happen, that your daddy would have stayed by your side instead of going off on another hunt." The demon inquired.
"Go to hell. You dont know anything. My dad does whats best for everyone." Dean retorted hotly.
"Sure, sure. Think what you want. Whatever helps you sleep at night."
"What are you doing here anyway, huh? What do you want?" Dean demanded.
"Like I said, I'm only here to check up on Sam. I didnt really have to come up here and talk to you two, but I figured, what the hell. I had nothin' else planned for today." Yellow eyes said with a shrug.
"Why did you bring me back to life?" Sam asked in a quiet, fearful voice. Dean froze as he waited to hear the answer.
"All in due time my boy." The demon said simply with a smirk. "Anyway, this was a fun little talk, but it's time you two got going. You wont remember any of this anyway."
"Then why'd you even bother telling us all of this." Dean hissed.
"For my own entertainment." The demon said, shrugging his shoulders indifferently. "You both will have this 'itch' in the back of your minds, knowing that something is missing from the puzzle. But you'll never know exactly what." He continued with a malicious laugh. "It'll be fun to watch."
"I'm gonna put a bullet between your eyes you son of a bitch, you hear me?" Dean growled, but the demon just laughed again. Yellow eyes flicked his hand and Dean flew into the wall by his side and was held back by an invisible force.
"Dean!" Sam yelled, feeling trapped in the wheelchair. He felt stuck and he couldnt do a damn thing about it.
"Dont worry, I'm not gonna hurt either of you." The demon sighed as he made his way to Sam.
"You stay the fuck away from him!" Dean screamed, struggling to break free. The demon ignored the older brother's yells and approached the young boy.
"I'll be seeing you soon. Sleep well my child." The demon said softly as he touched Sam's forehead with two fingers. Sam's head instantly dropped as his eyes shut and he went still.
"Sammy!" Dean screamed as the demon approached him.
"Oh, would you relax before you pop a blood vessel. Your precious brother is fine." The demon scoffed.
"I'm going to kill you. I swear to God, I'm going to kill you." Dean hissed in a low voice.
"No, I dont think so. After I use your brother to control my army, I'm gonna rip your heart out and watch you burn." Yellow eyes said in a light tone with a smile on his face. "But for now, I need you alive as well."
"Stay away from my brother." Dean warned in a threatening voice. The demon furrowed his eyebrows and tilted his head as if in deep thought, before he faced Dean and clicked his tongue.
And with that, he touched Dean's forehead and the older brother was quickly consumed with darkness.
"Hey Dean, I just got off the phone with your dad. He said he'll be done with his hunt in a few days and then he's headed here." Bobby Singer called from his kitchen.
The Winchester boys had been staying at Bobby's house while Sam recovered from his accident. It had been a few weeks and Sam was healing extremely well. Bobby didnt mind having the boys stay at his house, since he already considered Dean and Sam as his own.
"Alright, thanks Bobby." Dean responded as he entered the kitchen and headed towards the coffee pot on the counter. "And thanks again, for letting me and Sammy crash here while he recovers."
"Its no problem son. You know how I feel about you two boys. Your welcome here whenever you want." Bobby responded gruffly, grabbing his own mug of coffee and sitting down at the kitchen table.
"So, Sam has a doctors appointment today and I think he's finally gonna get that cast off his leg." Dean said, making small talk as he made a cup of black coffee.
"Really? Thats great. I know that kid's been itching to start walking on his own again." Bobby noted as he flipped open the newspaper.
"Yeah, I know. We're gonna head out now. We'll be back in a few hours." Dean told the old hunter.
"I'll be here." Bobby said as he got up and made his way into his study room.
"Sammy?" Dean called from the kitchen. He heard the sound of Sam's crutches and soon enough, his brother hopped into the kitchen.
"Hey. We leavin' yet?" Sam asked, as he plopped down at the kitchen table, setting his crutches onto the ground.
"Yup. Ready to go?" Dean questioned.
"I'm ready to walk again." Sam muttered before sighing.
"Well hopefully, the doc will give us the okay and you can get rid of those damn things." Dean said, motioning to the crutches on the ground.
"Yeah, hopefully." Sam agreed, staring at his folded hands.
Dean frowned to himself at his brother's digruntled expression. He sensed a chick flick on the horizion, and even though he hated those moments, some things werent able to be avoided. And if having a chick flick moment would help Sam feel better, then god damn it they would have a chick flick moment.
"Look, I know it's been a rough couple of weeks but it'll be over soon. You've been a real trooper and I'm really proud of you Sammy. You havent complained once, and thats something I know I even wouldnt have been able to do." Dean noted as he moved to sit next to Sam at the kitchen table.
"Yeah, I guess." Sam mumbled.
"Come on, talk to me man. What's up?" Dean questioned, knowing that Sam was holding something back.
"I dont know Dean. Its just, well we still havent figured out what brought me back to life. I mean, what if I'm suppose to be dead. I just wish we could have figured out what really happened." Sam sighed, staring at his brother with big, desperate eyes and broke Dean's heart.
"I know Sammy, but we looked through everything. Nothing added up. And your not suppose to be dead, understand?" Dean said firmly.
"Yeah, okay. I just cant get rid of this feeling that somethings missing." Sam huffed, bouncing his knee up and down, something he did whenever he was nervous or anxious.
"Me too." Dean agreed, the same feeling bothering him as well. "But we'll try to figure something else out when dad gets back. But for now, let's get you walking again, okay?" Dean proposed.
"Alright...and Dean?" Sam said hesitantly.
"Thanks. For everything." Sam said earnestly, shooting his big brother a dimpled smile.
"No problem bitch." Dean responded, ruffling Sam's hair affectionately.
"Jerk." Sam replied with a laugh as he slapped Dean's hand away.
Dean chuckled at his brother expression as he stood up, helping Sam to his feet as well.
"Let's get goin' gimpy." Dean teased as Sam rolled his eyes and shook his head exasperatedly.
Dean cautiously watched Sam as they made their way to the Impala, making sure he didnt trip or anything. After helping him into the passenger seat of the car, Dean hopped into the drivers side and ignited the ignition. He glanced over at his brother, staring pensively out the window deep in thought.
Dean pushed back the worry in his mind about what had really happened with Sam after the accident. He wanted to know what brought Sam back more than anything, but for now, all he could do was be thankful that his Sammy was alive and healing.
He had been too close to losing Sam before, and he refused to let that happen again.
"Dude, what are you staring at?" Sam asked suddenly, cutting into Dean's thoughts.
"What? Oh," Dean said, not realizing he had been staring at his brother. "Nothing. Just your beautiful face." Dean teased sarcastically. Sam scoffed before rolling his eyes and laughing softly.
"Just shut up and drive."
Dean barked a laugh as he pulled the Impala down the dirt driveway of the Singer Salvage Yard, gravel flying up behind the car.
Dean would protect his baby brother and make sure he stayed safe.
Even if it was the last thing he ever did.
There you have it! I'm sorry if the ending isnt that good. I didnt exactly know how to end it, but I hope I didnt disappoint anyone!
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