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"It's about to get really fun in here," he tells her.
She laughs. Sam's known Abby for a few years through his cases and she's consulted with the M.E.'s office more than once. "Just remember, Wesson. If you yell, it's gonna hurt."
Dean steps around the emergency room exam curtain while he's still arguing with the desk staff.
"...and this badge means I can go wherever the hell I want. Sam!"
"Hey, Dean."
"They said you got stabbed by some nut at the scene." The dectective's looking him up and down. cataloging injuries the way he would with any victim. But there's added weight when he looks at Sam that shows his concern. "What the hell were you doing out there?"
"First of all, it was a pen, not a knife or anything," Sam says, glancing down where Abby's finishing up. "Not too deep, no major damage to any blood vessels--"
"Sam."
He stops. Dean's not looking for the technical details. Not when it's Sam's health they're talking about.
"I'm fine," he adds. "Ask Dr. Neissman here."
Dean ignores the curly-haired woman. "Why were you out in the field?"
"Three of our CI's are either on vacation or sick. Someone needed to go out so that you guys could get on with your jobs. Remember how this all works?"
Dean's green eyes go wide. It might be a side effect of the pain meds Abby gave him, but Sam rarely snaps at Dean like this. He's usually the even keel in their relationship.
"I've got other patients to get to," Abby interjects, wading through the tense atmosphere in their little corner of the ER. "You're good, Sam, right?
"Yeah, Abby. Thank you." As soon as she goes, Sam expects the tension to ease up, but Dean's got him pinned to the gurney with a sharp look. "Do you want to see the wound?" Sam asks, not knowing what else to say.
The detective shakes his head. Sam's used to seeing Dean wear his hardened expressions, essential on the job, but he's rarely seen it direct at him so personally. It stings fiercer than the wound in the middle of his chest.
"Dean, are you--"
"Tell me, Sam." Dean's voice lacks any tone. "Tell me who I should be mad at."
"What?"
"Because I'm pissed, Sam! I'm pissed at you and I don't wanna be, so tell me who else I can blame for this."
"No one's to blame, Dean."
"Yeah?" Dean growls. "How about the dumb uniforms who didn't clear the scene? Or the CIs who skipped out on their jobs and left you to work in the field? Hell, Sam, how about the bastard who stabbed you?"
"You can be mad at me," Sam says softly. "I didn't react as quickly as I could have."
Dean hesitates. "You didn't know it was gonna happen."
But Sam keeps going. "And I didn't come to the hospital right away, I let a couple of EMTs help me at the scene."
"Why the hell would you wait?"
"Because I'm still a doctor, Dean," he says, motioning Dean over with a small wave. "I knew what the damage was and I realized there were more important things happening, like helping the police subdue the man who did this to me. If nothing else, can you trust that I knew what was best for me, at least with this?"
Dean mutters something Sam's ears are too fuzzy to catch.
"What?"
"I said, you're right. Okay? I just--" Dean lets out a deep, wavering breath. "You're not supposed to get hurt on the job."
"Implying that there are people who should get hurt?"
"You know that's not what I meant. I always figured I'd be the one lying in a hospital, you rushing to come see me and make sure I was okay."
"You're doing a banner job, if you're worried," Sam tries to tease. "If it was you lying here, I don't think I'd be nearly as calm."
"Man," Dean's starting to shake, "I yelled at the admitting staff and forced my way back here. I yelled at you."
"I'd be worse."
Dean says nothing in response to Sam's low confession. So much for being the even keel. Sam can't help it; Dean means more to him than anything in the world that ever has been or ever will be.
"You know," Dean says, "I had a speech prepared about you quitting and getting out of harm's way."
"What happened?"
"I found out you got stabbed with a pen." Dean smiles. "A pen, Sam. Seriously?"
"It's going to be an extremely lame story, I know. So you're not asking me to quit my job and become a regular doctor? Or worse, your personal homemaker?"
"Nope." Dean looks around and, seeing that no one's watching, curls his fingers with Sam's for just a moment. The drugs have nothing on just that one simple feeling. "But you are gonna get some time off. Both of us are."
"Yeah?"
"It's about time we took that road-trip we've been talking about. See the Grand Canyon and Sedona, all those places you've got saved in your bookmarks."
Sam wants to say it sounds like the perfect plan, but he's suddenly achingly sleepy. Abby had mentioned he'd be knocked out for a little while, and he was more than welcome to take a nap in the ER until it wore off in an hour. He grips Dean's hand and hopes he'll stay.
Scratch that, he knows Dean will stay. That's what his hero does.
HAHAH I can so hear that. :-D