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(2 Days Later)
"Come on Sammy" Dean begged for the upteenth time "Lets get out of here, this place is boooring." he drew out the last word to annoy his brother.
"Dean I told you, the doc said you still have to get a few more tests done, then we can 'blow this popsicle stand' as you said it before." Sam mocked his brothers words from the previous conversation about trying to get out of the hospital.
"This totally sucks dude I hate this doctor, I should lay one on him again." He said smirking at the memory, or fragments of memories he had from when he woke up the first time.
"Dude you do that again and next time they'll cuff you to the bed." Yesterday the doctor had said that if Dean promised to behave then the restraints could be taken off but if he tried anthing else they would get police issued handcuffs, to which Dean responded ' oh yea doc I always knew you were into the kincky stuff '. Sam shook his head at the memory his brother was shameless at the best times.
"Yea, yea man those were just empty threats, he was just pissed. Did you see the size of that bruise on his cheek dude that thing rock totally worth having the restraints for three days." Although it had been annoying to be tied up for that long he couldn't even ich his own nose, Sam had also been kicked out except for when a doctor or nurse was in the room so he wouldn't let Dean out. It was like he was in prison, and the mean ass warden was Dr. Duvall.
"Dean, do you mind if I go with Xander to get your car? He told me that it was finished and I don't want to leave it in the shop for too long don't want it to rust." Sam said teasing Dean.
"My baby is not an it Sammy, you will refer to the Impala as 'her' or you'll be in the trunk from now on."
"Oh I am so afraid Dean do want me to put gas in it's trunk or do you want me to just drive it over." Sam replied a huge grin on his face.
"Why you little, I'm gonna get you." Dean said with real threat in his voice. It actually scared Sam so he gave a quick smug smile, knowing his brother wouldn't be able to to do anything in a hospital bed, then ran out of the room with a shouted farewell because . . . well you just never knew with Dean.
"So Dean you ready to take some tests?" Asked the Doctor Duvall as he walked in the room followed by a nurse.
"Nah not today doc not in the mood."
"Well I guess we could come back tomarrow but then you would have to wait another day. . ."
Dean relented damn he hated this doctor. He just wanted to wring his. .
"Dean! Would you listen I am trying to tell you what tests we are going to be done on you." Duvall said angry Dean hasn't been listening to him when he had started talking.
Dean smiled, he wasn't afraid or friends this guy so he wasn't going to pretend to be. "Yea, yea I hear ya doc." he said arrogantly.
The doctor shook his head at the man before him. "Okay then you will have to do a breathing test to see how your lungs are doing." The doctor went on to explian all the details of the procedure, how Dean would have to breathe into a sort of tube for as long as he could to test his lung capacity.
When he was done explaining it Dean couldn't help but make another joke. So he said in a childish hopefull voice. "Gee doc I hope I pass."
Duvall practically growled, he couldn't wait until this man and his brother were out of his care, they were too much trouble. "Alright then Dean I will leave you with the nurse now, just make sure you listen and do what she says." Then he walked out the door.
"So Mr. Nurse where do we start." Dean smirked.
The nurse looked unamused. "Come with me." He grabbed a wheelchair from the other side of the room and motioned for Dean to get in.
"Oh you have got to be kidding me." he groaned, Dean Winchester did not do wheelchairs.
The other man just smiled and when Dean finally got in wheeled him off to the testing room.
Sam hot back into the hospital and didn't see Dean in his room he panicked. He almost went on a rampage looking for his brother, but then he remembered the tests Dean was just being taken for some tests to be run. So he sat in his room waiting for his big brother to come back. He had just been about to get up to get a magazine or something to when his brother strolled in, or well rolled in. The younger Winchester couldn't believe it, his brother was in a wheelchair being rolled in by an orderly.
"Dude quit staring or I will come over there and smack you." It was an empty threat and said with a small laugh so Sam couldn't say he was too scared.
"Oh Dean I am so scared I'm shaking, or maybe I'm just laughing at the fact that my fearless brother needs to be pushed around in a wheelchair" Dean just narrowed his eyes and glared. The orderly pushed the chair next to the bed to allow Dean easy accsess, but it was still hard for Dean to get into bed and Sam was tempted to help but he didn't want the wrath of Dean Winchester so he sat back and gritted his teeth.
"Better be careful Sammy or you might chip some teeth." Dean stated noticing the tight hold his brother had on his teeth.
" Oh yea right." Sam said relinqusing the tight hold he had on his teeth.
"So Sammy how's my baby?" Dean asked not able to go on any longer not knowing about his car.
"Oh yea Dean I meant to tell you I got a great offer on it and I just couldn't let so much money go."
"Sammy. . ." Dean growled. " You better not have sold my car or so help me GOD. . . " He let the threat hang in the air.
"Please Dean try to keep an open mind, see this will pay for us for a long, long, long time."
"Sammy!" Dean yelled stugglining to sit up. "You are so dead little brother."
"Hey, hey Dean calm down." Sam tried to soothe putting a gentle hand on his brother's chest.
"Calm Down?! Calm Down!? How can you ask me to calm down? I can't believe this, this isn't happening, this can't be happening."
"Dean look." Sam stuck a hand in his pocket pulled out a key put it in his brother's hand. Then he walked over to the window and opened the blinds to reveal to Impala shiny in it's new coat of black paint.
Sam looked back over at his brother hoping that he wasn't still pissed, he was pleasantly surprised to see that his big brother had a slow growing smile on his face. "Nice one Sammy, I can't believe you had the jewels to do that one." He laughed, "You know that I am still going to kick you ass for even stating the words Impala and sell in the same sentence, but still kudos to you." He smiled.
"Dean. . . "
"Nope Sammy you won't get outta this one." He was still smiling.
"Alright, alright how 'bout I do laundry for a week. . . a month. . . a year. . .fine, fine two years and that's it. " Dean gave him a look, "Okay, okay three years and that is it man."
Dean gave a large winning grin. "Sammy you forgot to add washing the Impala, and doing research for the rest of the hunts."
"What ? Dean thats not fair, and I already do all the research." Dean only responded in sinlence, so Sam relented. " Fine, gosh Dean you are such a pain."
Dean smiled and was about to say something when the door opened.
The doctor that the Winchester brothers or as they were in this hospital, the Johnson brothers loved to hate. "Well Sam good to see you back." The doctor said in false pleasantness.
"What's up doc?" Dean said with his patented shit-eating grin.
The doctor sighed " Well I have the results of your test back."
"And?. . ." Sam proded.
"And it seems that he is healing pretty well, but there is still scaring on his lungs so you will need to use this for a while." He said taking a plastic bag with a inhaler in it out of his pocket.
"What? No I ain't using an inhaler those things are for babies with asthma not grown strong manly men like me."
"Dean. . . "
"No Sammy I ain't usin' it."
Doctor Duvall intervened. "Fine then Dean you can just stay here until you are completly healed."
"God the whole world is working against me first Sammy now you, fine, fine I'll use the damn inhaler."
"Hey Xander:" Sam said as he walked in a little while after their conversation with the doctor, Dean was resting now sleeping lightly.
"Hey Sam-o how you boys doing?"
"Good thanks Dean is just resting."
"Good, thats great I'm glad both you boys are doing better." Xander said sincerly.
"Thanks Xander."
"It's no problem Sam. Well it was very nice to get to know you and your brother you kids make real good company, but I have to be going now, duty calls." Xander pulled a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to the younger Winchester. "Here take this. You get in trouble again you call me my door is always open, you hear me?"
"Yea thanks Xander I really appreciate this."
"We really appreciate this, gosh Sammy you are always thinking 'bout yourself." Dean said sleepily having just woken up to hear Sam talking to Xnader.
"Oh man how selfish of me Dean I can't believe I didn't think to wake up my recovering brother."
"Sarcasm is not your best trait Sam, stick to collage boy stuff." Dean quipped.
"Well boys it's been fun but I gotta split."
"Bye Xander" the brothers said simultaneously followed by a "dude" as Xander was walking out which made him smile all the way to his truck.
"Hey Sammy I really think it is time to leave now." Dean said anxiously.
"Dean come on lets just stay at least another hour so you can sleep."
"No Sam I think it would be best for my health if we left now." Dean was now looking around nervously like something was going to jump out at him any moment.
"Hey man, are you alright?"
"Really Sammy now would be best." Sam was confused Dean was acting really weird he had to get to the botton of this. But before he could say anythign he heard a distant shout from the end of the hallway.
"DEAN JOHNSON I'LL GET YOU!!" Wow Sam thought that sounded a lot like Duvall.
"Sam! Now!" Dean was pulling himself out of bed so Sam went to help, but Dean waved him off.
"Get my stuff we got to spilt."
"What did you do man?"
"Less talking more stuff. . . getting." Dean was out of bed now and heading for the doors Sam right beside him. Dean stumbled and Sam put his arm around his waist and pulled him up. As they walked out the hall they took a turn and saw Dr. Duvall walking towards them stethoscope in his ears. . . wait doctors didn't usually keep those in their ears all the time did they?
"Other way Sammy." Sam quickly complied turning around heading for the parking garage.
"Dean you didn't did you?" His brother couldn't have. . . could he?
"Super-glue is an amazing thing amazing Sammy boy." Dean said laughing
"Dean you are insane, man but that, that was just classic." Sam gave a laugh to match Deans and as they made it out into the parking garage they were almost doubled-over in hysterics, well at least laughing was good for you.
The End
A/N -- This is the end yes I know you are all terribly sad but you know what always makes people feel better. . .thats right Reviewss!!
A/N2-- Okay so I am writing a new story. here is a sneak preview tell me what you think of it, if you like it don't like it, want me to continue, don't ever want me to write again . . . lol jk but really should I continue this story??
(I Can't Control It)
"Come on Sammy boy open those eyes."
Sam awoke to a frightening voice speaking softly in his ear. He tried to pretend that he wasn't awake whatever this thing was he didn't want to face it just yet. He tried t pull at the bonds holding him to the chair without cluing the thing in that he was awake. It hurt to think and it hurt to breathe, even if he wanted to open his eyes, it seemed that the whole right side of his face was covered in some sticky dry substance. Blood, well then that explained the headache. He tried to wrack his brain for any information of how he had gotten to this place all he could come up with was an alley and pain that was it. He was brought out of his thoughts by the thing holding him captive.
"Oh come on Samuel how can we have any fun if you are sleeping?" The thing did not wait for an answer it only backhanded him across the face. His head whipped to the side and his head slumped foward for a moment everything was canceled out but then he became aware of harsh fingers digging into his jaw forcing his head up. Finally Sam opened his eyes to confront the thing holding him, when he looked up he saw impossibly dark eyes and his thoughts were 'oh shit'. The thing was still holding his chin and now there was a lazy trail of blood making it's way down his neck.
"Well it's nice to see those eyes open Sammy boy." Sam couldn't respond his jaw was being help too tightly.
"Well Sam you aren't here just to look pretty lets get down to business now shall we."
The possesed man walked away and picked something up from a table across the room. It walked back with its hands behind its back so Sam couldn't see what it was holding.
" You see Sammy I need your help with somehting, and you will do what I need you to do."
"No" Sam said finally finding his voice.
"Oh Sam you don't have a choice" It said in a ominous voice walking up to Sam and grabbing his head before he could jerk away. Sam felt a small prick in his neck like a pin or a bug bite then he felt it pull out, it was a needle. Sam suddenly felt a cold feeling overwhelm him like ice running through his veins. He looked up into the things eyes in disbelieve.
"Wha. . ." But Sam couldn't get out anything more he suddenly couldn't move it was as if he was no linger in control of his body. His pupils got large and his muscles got heavy.
"That Sam my boy was Sodium Pentethal it is a compound that makes you do whatever I want." Sam just sat there not able to move.
The thing leaned down close and whispered in his ear.
"You are mine now Samuel."
A/N-- okay that is just a little preview should I continue this story? Should I stop it this is not the final chapter just a little part from it so please tell me what you think THANKSSS REVIEWSS!!!!