Chapter 6
Dean woke to the steady beeping of a machine for the second time that day. ‘Better not make this a regular occurrence,’ he thought.
He opened his eyes to see Sam sat on a chair, staring at him.
“Good to see you awake,” Sam said. Dean just grunted as he made a move to get off the bed but stopped when a sharp pain shot through his left leg.
“Yeah your gonna need those,” Sam said, pointing to a pair of crutches leaning against the bottom of the hospital bed.
Dean looked at them and sighed, ‘Great, I’ll be on crutches for ages’ he thought.
Dean made another move to get off the bed, this time ignoring the pain so he could reach out and stand with the crutches. He looked down at his body and saw he was in a hospital gown. Dean groaned again and asked, “Where are my clothes?”
Sam grabbed a bag from behind him and passed it to Dean, he reached out and took the bag, wincing at the pain in his stomach.
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Dean came out of the bathroom fully dressed and scowling.
“You alright Dean?” Sam asked concerned.
“Just want to go home,” Dean replied, a slight edge of anger to his tone. Dean started to head towards the door.
Sam stood and followed, only to nearly bump into Dean when the older boy was stopped by one of the doctors that treated Dean earlier.
“James, what are you doing up? You should be resting,” the doctor stated calmly.
Dean look confused for half a second and immediately played along, internally thanking Sam that he was smart enough to give a fake name.
“I’m leaving,” he started. The doctor looked as if he was about to interrupt when Dean spoke again, “I know the drill, just get me the form you need me to sign and I’m gone.”
“You really shouldn’t….” the doctor started again, but Dean interrupted.
“I refuse treatment ok. So just get me the form already,” Dean said exasperatedly.
The doctor stared for a second and then sighed. He turned around and came back less than a minute later, holding a clipboard with a form attached.
“Hand it in to the nurse’s station when you’re done.” And with that the doctor had left once again.
Dean went straight for the signature line without reading the form, he had done this before. He started to write James, then turned to look at Sam.
“What?” Sam asked.
“What last name did you give?” Dean replied.
“I didn’t give them one, just make something up.” Sam stated without emotion. He hated seeing his brother hurt and seen the many times that Dean refused to get help.
Dean looked back down at the form and added Brown next the untidily scribbled first name.
The brothers walked out of the room and handed the form in, then headed to the parking lot. Dean immediately jumped into the driver’s seat with an incredulous look from Sam.
“You have a broken leg, you can’t drive.” Sam indicated.
“I can press the pedals with one foot. Now get in the car Sammy.” Dean said with no room left for argument in his tone.
Sam sighed and travelled around the car to the passenger’s side before sliding in with a huff.
The brothers drove off and headed back home.
‘God, I hope Dad’s not home,’ they both thought.