The Accident- Part 2
Part 2
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Kripke and the CW.
Previously on Supernatural- Dean's laughter stopped as Sam suddenly lost his balance half way down and tumbled head over heels down the remaining steps stopping with a sickening thud at the bottom of the staircase.
"Sammy!" Dean shouted in horror as he stared at his little brother lying in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. Noticing that Sam wasn't moving he yelled for his dad as he raced down the stairs to aid his injured sibling. Falling to his knees beside Sam, Dean gasped at the rapidly growing pool of blood under his brother's head. Training taking over he took a moment to appraise his brother's condition. Sammy was lying on his stomach with only the left side of his face showing. Dean couldn't see the obvious head injury but he assumed that a cut somewhere on the right side of Sammy's head was the cause of the blood. Two other injuries immediately caught Dean's attention. The unnatural way Sam's right leg was bent under him revealed at least one break and his left shoulder appeared to be dislocated judging from the look of the limb. There were no other visible injuries but that did nothing to ease Dean's worry. He carefully reached out and put shaking fingers against Sammy's neck. He let out a relieved breathe at finding a strong heartbeat. Dean then placed his hand in front of his brother's nose mentally cheering at the small puffs of air he felt. Needing to see his little brother's face Dean forgot all his training and put a hand on the back of Sam's neck to turn his brother over.
"Stop Dean! Don't touch him!" John shouted as he burst through the doorway. Skidding to a stop he dropped down next to Dean and roughly yanked his hands away from Sammy. "Damn it Dean! You can't move him! You know that!" he growled performing his own visual exam of his youngest son. Once he finished his assessing Sammy's condition, John hurried to the phone and dialed 911. After relaying the basic facts to the operator he threw the phone down and quickly went back to Sammy's side.
Dean watched quietly as his father took charge of the situation. He tentatively placed a gentle hand on Sammy's wrist needing some reassurance that his little brother was still alive. He sat there replaying the disastrous prank over and over again as his guilt began to grow. Feeling someone shaking him Dean started. Hearing his name called he turned to look into the furious face of his father.
Kneeling back down beside Sammy John checked his son's pulse and respiration once more before turning to Dean. John's worry bled into anger as he took in the clothes and make up his eldest was wearing. He scowled instantly figuring out what had happened. The anger he was feeling grew into rage when calling Dean's name garnered no response from the boy. Grabbing his son's shoulder he roughly shook Dean while continuing to call his name. As soon as Dean turned to face him John's anger came tumbling out. "What the hell were you thinking Dean?" John hollered. "Sammy could have been killed!"
Dean flinched as his dad's harsh words hit home. "I, I didn't, didn't mean..." he stammered.
"Zip it! I don't wanna hear it!" John raged. "Go get that crap off your face and change before I do something I'll regret!"
"Yes sir" Dean whispered. He slowly stood and made his way up the stairs. He quickly walked past the closet and over to the bathroom. Trudging to the sink he turned on the hot water and snatched a wash rag off the towel rack. He ran it under the faucet several times and then lifted it to his face. Dean thought about the night's events as he began to scrub the clown paint off. He had let his anger at a stupid prank get the better of him and Sammy had suffered the consequences. His little brother could have been killed and for what? Some prank? He scrubbed harder as the image of Sammy falling flashed through his mind. He scrubbed and scrubbed as he continued to mentally berate himself. The sound of sirens broke through his thoughts and he raced to their room. After a quick change, he sprinted back down stairs making it to Sammy's side just as John opened the door for the paramedics.
John warily watched as the paramedics descended on Sam. They swiftly assessed the youngest Winchester's condition calling out vitals and injuries. Once they put a neck brace on the little boy, they worked together to situate the youngster on a backboard being careful of his neck and back. They then strapped Sam to the board and placed him on the waiting gurney. After instructing John to follow them, they hurried out to the ambulance.
Several minutes and red lights later found John and Dean impatiently sitting in the tiny hospital's waiting room. Neither spoke as they sat waiting for news on the youngest member of their family who had disappeared behind swinging doors. Spotting a doctor coming out of those same doors both Winchesters tensed.
"Family of Samuel Winchester?" the young doctor called from the doorway.
"Here" John hollered as he stood and started towards the doctor. "How's my son?"
"He's being treated." The doctor replied as he suspiciously eyed the hunter. "Mr. Winchester, I need some information about Samuel's…"
"Sammy" John and Dean corrected.
"About Sammy's "accident" the doctor amended. "What happened tonight? How did he fall?"
"It's my fault." Dean said gazing at the floor.
"Your fault? How?" the young doctor questioned with a frown. "Did you push him?
Dean's head snapped up at the question. "What? No way! I'd never do that!" he shouted.
"Then how did your brother get hurt?" the doctor prodded.
"Sammy played a prank on me earlier. I just wanted to get him back. He's scared of clowns. So I dressed up like one and hid in the hall closet. When he came by, I jumped out at him." Dean explained. "It was just supposed to scare him. I didn't mean for him to fall. I'd never hurt Sammy. He's my little brother."
The young doctor gave the upset boy in front of him a sympathetic smile before standing. "That's all the information I'll need for now. Thank you son." He said.
John waited until the doctor was out of sight and then turned to glare at Dean. "How could Sammy have pranked you Dean? You two have been at different schools all day?" he asked.
"Sammy's the one that got the rumor started about me dad." Dean stated. "He planted a bunch of pictures of a Chippendale's dancer in my locker."
"What?" John gasped. "How do you know Sammy did it?"
"He ummm," Dean started. "Who else would have done it?"
"So you just assumed your brother did it?" John asked crossing his arms.
"Yes sir" Dean meekly replied as that fact hit him. He grabbed his head with both hands as doubts about Sam's guilt assailed him.
John was so focused on the ER doors that he didn't notice the toll Sammy's accident and his words were taking on Dean. Worried and angry he let his mouth get the better of him. "You know what. I can't talk about this right now. Just know that I'll be watching over Sammy from now on since I obviously can't trust you to."
Dean sank further into his seat. "Dad's right. I was supposed to take care of Sammy." Dean thought. "And now he's in the hospital because of me. Some big brother I am."
Both Winchesters sat silently waiting for news on Sammy. After the first hour John had started pacing the length of the waiting room. He walked around the small room over and over attempting to calm his nerves and alleviate some of his anger. He was about ready to go find Sam himself by the time he saw the doctor emerging from the ER. Altering his course he met the young man at the door. "How is he?" he asked.
The doctor smiled at the worried father. "Sammy's going to be fine." He assured the man. After ushering John to the nearest chair, he continued. "Sammy came in with several injuries the worst of which is a severe concussion. He did come to in the ER long enough to correctly answer questions for me. We will be admitting him for at least tonight so we can monitor him. Other than that Sammy's left arm, which was dislocated, was successfully reduced. His right leg was broken. That break was set and casted. There was also a nasty gash on the right side of his forehead which required ten stitches. We will be admitting him for at least tonight so we can monitor him. All in all I'd say he's one lucky little boy. His injuries could have been a lot worse."
"Thank you for taking care of my son." John said smiling for the first time since the accident. "Can we see him now?"
"Sammy's being moved to a room as we speak. A nurse will be along to get you as soon as he's settled." The doctor informed him.
"Thank you" John stated again as he shook the doctor's hand. Exhausted he leaned back in his chair allowing himself to relax. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited eyes glued to the doorway.
Minutes later a nurse came into the waiting room and announced, "Family of Sammy Winchester?"
John quickly stood and walked over. "I'm his father."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Winchester. If you'll follow me, I'll take you to your son's room." The nurse instructed.
"Come on Dean. Let's go." John ordered scowling as his son slowly shuffled over. Both Winchesters followed the nurse to the elevator anxious to see for themselves that Sammy was truly alright.
Part 3
Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Kripke and the CW.
Previously on Supernatural- Dean's laughter stopped as Sam suddenly lost his balance half way down and tumbled head over heels down the remaining steps stopping with a sickening thud at the bottom of the staircase.
"Sammy!" Dean shouted in horror as he stared at his little brother lying in a heap at the bottom of the stairs. Noticing that Sam wasn't moving he yelled for his dad as he raced down the stairs to aid his injured sibling. Falling to his knees beside Sam, Dean gasped at the rapidly growing pool of blood under his brother's head. Training taking over he took a moment to appraise his brother's condition. Sammy was lying on his stomach with only the left side of his face showing. Dean couldn't see the obvious head injury but he assumed that a cut somewhere on the right side of Sammy's head was the cause of the blood. Two other injuries immediately caught Dean's attention. The unnatural way Sam's right leg was bent under him revealed at least one break and his left shoulder appeared to be dislocated judging from the look of the limb. There were no other visible injuries but that did nothing to ease Dean's worry. He carefully reached out and put shaking fingers against Sammy's neck. He let out a relieved breathe at finding a strong heartbeat. Dean then placed his hand in front of his brother's nose mentally cheering at the small puffs of air he felt. Needing to see his little brother's face Dean forgot all his training and put a hand on the back of Sam's neck to turn his brother over.
"Stop Dean! Don't touch him!" John shouted as he burst through the doorway. Skidding to a stop he dropped down next to Dean and roughly yanked his hands away from Sammy. "Damn it Dean! You can't move him! You know that!" he growled performing his own visual exam of his youngest son. Once he finished his assessing Sammy's condition, John hurried to the phone and dialed 911. After relaying the basic facts to the operator he threw the phone down and quickly went back to Sammy's side.
Dean watched quietly as his father took charge of the situation. He tentatively placed a gentle hand on Sammy's wrist needing some reassurance that his little brother was still alive. He sat there replaying the disastrous prank over and over again as his guilt began to grow. Feeling someone shaking him Dean started. Hearing his name called he turned to look into the furious face of his father.
Kneeling back down beside Sammy John checked his son's pulse and respiration once more before turning to Dean. John's worry bled into anger as he took in the clothes and make up his eldest was wearing. He scowled instantly figuring out what had happened. The anger he was feeling grew into rage when calling Dean's name garnered no response from the boy. Grabbing his son's shoulder he roughly shook Dean while continuing to call his name. As soon as Dean turned to face him John's anger came tumbling out. "What the hell were you thinking Dean?" John hollered. "Sammy could have been killed!"
Dean flinched as his dad's harsh words hit home. "I, I didn't, didn't mean..." he stammered.
"Zip it! I don't wanna hear it!" John raged. "Go get that crap off your face and change before I do something I'll regret!"
"Yes sir" Dean whispered. He slowly stood and made his way up the stairs. He quickly walked past the closet and over to the bathroom. Trudging to the sink he turned on the hot water and snatched a wash rag off the towel rack. He ran it under the faucet several times and then lifted it to his face. Dean thought about the night's events as he began to scrub the clown paint off. He had let his anger at a stupid prank get the better of him and Sammy had suffered the consequences. His little brother could have been killed and for what? Some prank? He scrubbed harder as the image of Sammy falling flashed through his mind. He scrubbed and scrubbed as he continued to mentally berate himself. The sound of sirens broke through his thoughts and he raced to their room. After a quick change, he sprinted back down stairs making it to Sammy's side just as John opened the door for the paramedics.
John warily watched as the paramedics descended on Sam. They swiftly assessed the youngest Winchester's condition calling out vitals and injuries. Once they put a neck brace on the little boy, they worked together to situate the youngster on a backboard being careful of his neck and back. They then strapped Sam to the board and placed him on the waiting gurney. After instructing John to follow them, they hurried out to the ambulance.
Several minutes and red lights later found John and Dean impatiently sitting in the tiny hospital's waiting room. Neither spoke as they sat waiting for news on the youngest member of their family who had disappeared behind swinging doors. Spotting a doctor coming out of those same doors both Winchesters tensed.
"Family of Samuel Winchester?" the young doctor called from the doorway.
"Here" John hollered as he stood and started towards the doctor. "How's my son?"
"He's being treated." The doctor replied as he suspiciously eyed the hunter. "Mr. Winchester, I need some information about Samuel's…"
"Sammy" John and Dean corrected.
"About Sammy's "accident" the doctor amended. "What happened tonight? How did he fall?"
"It's my fault." Dean said gazing at the floor.
"Your fault? How?" the young doctor questioned with a frown. "Did you push him?
Dean's head snapped up at the question. "What? No way! I'd never do that!" he shouted.
"Then how did your brother get hurt?" the doctor prodded.
"Sammy played a prank on me earlier. I just wanted to get him back. He's scared of clowns. So I dressed up like one and hid in the hall closet. When he came by, I jumped out at him." Dean explained. "It was just supposed to scare him. I didn't mean for him to fall. I'd never hurt Sammy. He's my little brother."
The young doctor gave the upset boy in front of him a sympathetic smile before standing. "That's all the information I'll need for now. Thank you son." He said.
John waited until the doctor was out of sight and then turned to glare at Dean. "How could Sammy have pranked you Dean? You two have been at different schools all day?" he asked.
"Sammy's the one that got the rumor started about me dad." Dean stated. "He planted a bunch of pictures of a Chippendale's dancer in my locker."
"What?" John gasped. "How do you know Sammy did it?"
"He ummm," Dean started. "Who else would have done it?"
"So you just assumed your brother did it?" John asked crossing his arms.
"Yes sir" Dean meekly replied as that fact hit him. He grabbed his head with both hands as doubts about Sam's guilt assailed him.
John was so focused on the ER doors that he didn't notice the toll Sammy's accident and his words were taking on Dean. Worried and angry he let his mouth get the better of him. "You know what. I can't talk about this right now. Just know that I'll be watching over Sammy from now on since I obviously can't trust you to."
Dean sank further into his seat. "Dad's right. I was supposed to take care of Sammy." Dean thought. "And now he's in the hospital because of me. Some big brother I am."
Both Winchesters sat silently waiting for news on Sammy. After the first hour John had started pacing the length of the waiting room. He walked around the small room over and over attempting to calm his nerves and alleviate some of his anger. He was about ready to go find Sam himself by the time he saw the doctor emerging from the ER. Altering his course he met the young man at the door. "How is he?" he asked.
The doctor smiled at the worried father. "Sammy's going to be fine." He assured the man. After ushering John to the nearest chair, he continued. "Sammy came in with several injuries the worst of which is a severe concussion. He did come to in the ER long enough to correctly answer questions for me. We will be admitting him for at least tonight so we can monitor him. Other than that Sammy's left arm, which was dislocated, was successfully reduced. His right leg was broken. That break was set and casted. There was also a nasty gash on the right side of his forehead which required ten stitches. We will be admitting him for at least tonight so we can monitor him. All in all I'd say he's one lucky little boy. His injuries could have been a lot worse."
"Thank you for taking care of my son." John said smiling for the first time since the accident. "Can we see him now?"
"Sammy's being moved to a room as we speak. A nurse will be along to get you as soon as he's settled." The doctor informed him.
"Thank you" John stated again as he shook the doctor's hand. Exhausted he leaned back in his chair allowing himself to relax. He tapped his foot impatiently as he waited eyes glued to the doorway.
Minutes later a nurse came into the waiting room and announced, "Family of Sammy Winchester?"
John quickly stood and walked over. "I'm his father."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Winchester. If you'll follow me, I'll take you to your son's room." The nurse instructed.
"Come on Dean. Let's go." John ordered scowling as his son slowly shuffled over. Both Winchesters followed the nurse to the elevator anxious to see for themselves that Sammy was truly alright.
Part 3