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And the Ground Shook (3/22)
Disclaimer: I don't own them, they own me.
Rating: Gen, with very mild language.
Category: Gen.
Pairings: None.
Characters: Hurt!Dean, John, Sam.
Summery: Sam sat by Dean's side, holding his cast-encased hand in his and listening to the sound of the machines as they pumped life into his brother and monitored him. 
Comments: Always.
Notes: Pre-series, AU. Not a deathfic. Lots of Dean-whumping, though. I waited till the story was finished to post, and it will be updated regularly.

And the Ground Shook
Chapter Three – Damage Assessment and Control

Sam sat by Dean's side, holding his cast-encased hand in his and listening to the sound of the machines as they pumped life into his brother and monitored him. Dean hadn’t regained consciousness yet. Sam was becoming frantic about that, but the doctors reassured John that the anesthesia was probably still working its way out of his system.

By early evening, as most of the adrenaline started to wear-off, John managed to drag Sam back to the cafeteria. Neither had an appetite, but John wouldn’t take no for an answer. They ended up mostly forking their food around, until Sam conceded and asked for a sandwich he could just eat later. John agreed, getting them both sandwiches and coffee.

He was pretty sure he'd suffered a minor stroke when they got back to Dean's room only to find the bed empty. The look of complete terror in Sam's eyes was something John was sure he would never forget, and the relief when the nurse told him Dean was doing better and was moved to the ICU for the night was palpable in both father and son. It was even more reassuring to learn that Dean was only expected to stay in the ICU for the twenty four hours following his surgery.

The nurses kept telling them Dean was very lucky, that he was doing so much better than expected. Seeing him there, in that ICU bed, with a machine breathing for him, a cast on his hand, and bruises on almost every part of his body, John couldn’t help but wonder how this could be considered as lucky. But then again, Dean could have been dead by now. Well, at least his doctor wasn’t a complete jerk; that was an upside. The downside being the head nurse, who simply refused to allow them to stay a minute past visiting hours. Sam suggested they'd check and see if she was a banshee or something so they could deal with her.

They returned the next morning, before visiting hours, but the nurse refused to let them in before the doctors made their rounds. Sam was climbing walls by then. He wouldn’t sit still for a minute, and even when he did, his leg kept bouncing up and down. John decided coffee will be off bounds for a while for his youngest. He got one for himself, though, and paced the waiting room.

Finally someone came to talk to them. A short, plump woman in scrubs. John frowned.

"Family of Dean Winchester?" she asked, and John gave a slight nod as Sam got to his feet, both of them making their way to the woman, who smiled at them. "Hi, my name is doctor Riley. I'm your son's physician." She introduced herself. John frowned.

"What about doctor Rhodes?" he asked.

"He was Dean's surgeon. I'm his physician now." Doctor Riley clarified.

"How is he?" Sam asked quickly. Doctor Riley glanced at him, and then at John, as if asking for permission to speak in front of Sam. John gave a slight nod.

"Well, he's lucky. Doctor Rhodes knows what he's doing. He's the best. Even managed to save your son's spleen. That man can work miracles." She said, glimpsing at Dean's chart in her hands.

"Is my son awake? Can we see him now? When are you moving him out of the ICU?" John asked. Riley hesitated.

"We're not moving him out of the ICU for the moment." She said at last, and John's frowned deepened.

"Why not?" Sam deadpanned.

"Your son hasn’t regained consciousness." Riley addressed John. "We were hoping for him to wake up once the sedatives wore off, but…" her eyes shifted from John to Sam and back to John. "He's in a coma."

"What?"

"What do you mean, he's in a coma?" Sam demanded.

"The coma was medically induced." Riley said, holding her hand up to stop them. "Mr. Winchester, your son has suffered sever internal trauma. He's had major blood loss. His vitals were stable for a while, but the stress of the injury was taking a toll on his body. He needs time to recuperate." She said patiently, "We'll wait another twenty four hours, and then see if we can start waking him up."

Sam just stared at her, looking lost and frightened. John pulled him closer.

"And other than that?" he asked in a raspy voice. Riley sighed.

"Your son had suffered damage to his kidneys, liver and spleen. We're currently monitoring his kidneys, and should things not get better, I'm afraid your son will require dialysis, but there's still time for that. One of his lungs collapsed in the ER when he was first brought in here, but it was re-inflated, and we don’t anticipate any farther complications on that end." She took a deep breath and continued. "He fractured his wrist, we had a cast put on, but we could probably take it off in about three weeks." She said, and John saw the slight movement of her eyes. He nodded.

"Can we see him now?" he asked. Riley nodded. John turned to his youngest. "Why won't you go ahead, Sammy? I'll be right there." He suggested, and it was all Sam needed before he rushed to sit by his brother's side. John watched him leave, and then turned back to the doctor. "And the bad news?" he asked. The doctor took a deep breath before she spoke again.

"Maybe we should sit down?" she suggested, but John shook his head. He needed to know, no sugar coating, he had to know how Dean was doing. "Mr. Winchester, the damage to Dean's kidneys is worrying." She said slowly, nodding slightly, "But you're right. It's not the worst of it." John swallowed hard. "It seemed your son had suffered blunt trauma to his head. Now, we don’t know the extant of the injury yet. His initial CAT scan and the MRI showed no sign of bleeding, which is good news, but the fact he hasn’t regained consciousness yet is reason to be alarmed." She said. John nodded again, this time sitting down. He needed time to digest it all.

"Anything else?" he asked hoarsely, wishing for the doctor to deny him. He wasn’t so lucky.

"Actually…" Riley sat down next to him, and John buried his face in his hands. "Mr. Winchester, we have reason to believe your son has been a victim of some ritual or… something to that affect." She said hesitantly, and John's head snapped up. "The police have already taken pictures, but…" she shook her head. "He'd suffered some beating, that's for sure, but there is something else."

"Something else?" John's voice sounded hollow even to his own ears. It was supposed to be a poltergeist. A spirit. One spirit. Not even a really mean one, from what he could gather, or he never would have let Dean go on his own. But a ritual? His mind was already racing, listing the rituals he knew of, the rituals he's heard of, already preparing for the hunt he didn’t even know if he would go on. Doctor Riley hesitated.

"I… I've never seen anything like it before." She said. "It's like he's been… branded. But it looks more like a tattoo." She said, her brow creasing. "The lab results were conclusive, it's not a tattoo, but… I can't really explain it." She scratched her cheek. "Whatever it is, it was still bleeding when he got here. It took a long time for the bleeding to stop." She said. John said nothing for a long time. His mind was already made up. Someone did this to his boy. Someone hurt his son. And that someone – supernatural or otherwise – is going to pay. He got up and entered Dean's room without another word to the doctor.


"Ah, the young Mr. Winchester." John startled awake, blinking the sleep away. His muscles were cramped from the uncomfortable sleep in the small hospital chair. A nurse smiled apologetically at him as she came to check on Dean's vitals. John scrubbed at his face, getting to his feet.

"How is he?" John asked.

"He seems stable." The nurse said, trying to sound encouraging. No news was good news. "Doctor Riley should be here any moment." The nurse said, scribbling something in Dean's chart before she left. John followed her with his eyes as she left, grimacing at the sight of two policemen standing outside Dean's room.

"Sam?" John asked in a low tone. Sam looked questioningly at him, and John jutted his jaw to the law officers.

"Oh." Sam said casually. "They've been here a couple of hours. They want to be here when Dean wakes up, get his statement or something. He's not in trouble, I asked." Sam told his father. John nodded lightly, letting his tension ease, until his son's last sentence sunk in.

"Wait, you did what?" he snapped. "Sam, you do not talk to police without me or Dean there, do you understand?" Sam just shrugged.

"You're both here." He said nonchalantly. John narrowed his eyes.

"You know what I meant." He said. Sam shrugged again. John rubbed his face again. He neared his eldest son's bed, caressing a bruised cheek, brushing his short hair with his fingers. Dean still looked paler than the sheets he was lying on. He still looked like he had gone seven rounds with the Devil itself. "He looks better." John commented. Sam nodded lightly.

"Yeah, heart rate's stronger, the nurse said his blood pressure is up a little, too." He said. John nodded. Sam looked at him. "Dad… what did this, it wasn’t a poltergeist, was it?" he asked. John scratched his bearded cheek.

"Doesn’t look like it, Sammy." he said seriously.

"But, he's gonna be okay, right?" Sam asked carefully, his eyes intent on his father.

"He's going to be just fine." John said, hoped, prayed. "You should get some rest too, kiddo. You look like crap." John noted.

"I want to wait for the doctor." Sam said, taking his big brother's hand in his, careful not to pull the IV out.

"All right, but after that, I want you to get some shut eye. That's an order." John said. He was about to tell Sam to get back to the motel so he could sleep better, but a sudden fear made the words freeze on his lips. He wasn’t going to let his son out of his sight. Neither one of his sons. Not for quite a while.

"Good morning." Doctor Riley said cheerfully as she entered the room, Dean's chart at hand. John and Sam both got to their feet as she entered. "Oh, I see there hasn’t been any changes in his condition during the night, that's good news." She noted.

"Why is that good news?" Sam asked, "He's not doing better, how is it good news?" he demanded. The doctor smiled at him.

"Well, he ain't doing any worse, either." She said, "Now, we're gonna have to run some tests, so I'm going to have to ask you two to leave us for a while. I hear the cafeteria has some stale bagels and something resembling coffee this morning." She said kindly. Sam was about to protest when John told him to go wait outside. Resentfully, Sam obeyed. John watched his son until he got out of the room before turning to the doctor.

"How is he really doing, doc?" John asked.

"Well, like I said, no news is good news." She said, but John just stared at her intently. She sighed. "Well, his blood pressure is up, that's a very good sign. It's almost up to normal. And his blood gas test during the night showed improvement. If the results repeat themselves we'll know he's ready to breathe on his own again." She said. "But other then that, there's nothing more I can say before we take some more tests."

"But if the blood work's okay, you'll take that tube out of his throat?" John asked, hopeful for some good news.

"No. We'd probably want to keep it in until he wakes up, just to be safe." Doctor Riley said, "Now Mr. Winchester, I really should start with your son's tests…"

"Oh, right. Of course." John stuttered, leaving the room to find Sam and get them both some breakfast.


"Mr. Winchester,"

"He's not waking up." John said, looking from his pale son to the doctor.

"Mr. Winchester,"

"You said once he was off those drugs, that he'd wake up." John snapped, "Well, he's been off the damn meds for three hours already, and he's not waking up!"

"Mr. Winchester, I would appreciate it if you lowered your voice, sir!" the doctors said firmly. "Your son's tests have shown improvement, but you need to understand that his injuries are very serious. We still don’t know how serious his head injury is. You have to be patient, you have to wait until he wakes up."

"But he will, right?" Sam asked in a small voice, stopping the doctor's tirade. The doctor sighed.

"Give it time."

TBC


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Comments
skadihelias From: skadihelias Date: March 20th, 2007 12:36 pm (UTC) (Link)
what? No rape wounds? XD

I'm glad Dean's alright. But he needs to wake up real soon so we'd know the story. Really good so far. Keep up the good work!
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: March 20th, 2007 12:59 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks!
Don't worry, Dean'll wake up soon enough. And be his typical stubborn self ;)
arianstarr From: arianstarr Date: March 20th, 2007 02:20 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ack! Can't wait for more!!
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: March 20th, 2007 04:40 pm (UTC) (Link)
More will come soon.
amanofmydreams From: amanofmydreams Date: March 20th, 2007 02:33 pm (UTC) (Link)
PLease can i have some more? *holds up cup for fiction to be placed inside* You love to touture me with the cliff hangers don't ya. Now wake him up so I can know who to kill!
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: March 20th, 2007 04:47 pm (UTC) (Link)
Me? (insert evil grin here)
Don't worry, Dean will wake up soon. And the update will be up just as soon ;)
idiot4dean From: idiot4dean Date: March 20th, 2007 02:39 pm (UTC) (Link)
A ritual and branding have caused Dean's injuries. Is something else happening to him that the doctors don't know about? I'll really concerned about what will happen when he does wake up.

Johnis being good about his cncern but I'm surprised he hasn't tried to look at the brand and call in a few favours from his hunting buddies. I know he doesn't want Sam to know but this is Dean, revenge has to be high on his priorities and knowing what's wrong.

Looking forward to more.
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: March 20th, 2007 04:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
"A ritual and branding have caused Dean's injuries. Is something else happening to him that the doctors don't know about?" Yep. Definitely.
As for John, I suppose you're right. It's just that right now, he has other things on his mind, but time will come for that, too.
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sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: March 20th, 2007 04:45 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks!
Things will become clearer in time, I promise.
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sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: March 20th, 2007 06:43 pm (UTC) (Link)
Thanks!
And don't worry, Dean will be waking up soon.
kamikaze_redux From: kamikaze_redux Date: March 21st, 2007 12:57 am (UTC) (Link)
Dear God. It's so good. You're killing me. KILLING ME!
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: March 21st, 2007 07:14 am (UTC) (Link)
Am I? Hmm...
Well, um... I sorta like cliffies.... But at least I update quickly, right?
aforestgrew From: aforestgrew Date: March 25th, 2007 08:04 pm (UTC) (Link)
Ah! Poor Dean. There really is just something about Dean that makes you want him to get hurt so then you can heal him up again!

Just a little nitpick, I almost skipped this fic because in the summary you say there is a lot of Dean-bashing. In my experience, bashing is not when a lot of bad stuff happens to a character, but when a character is portrayed in a not very flattering light. The word I've seen used in place of where you used bashing is whumping. Just wanted to let you know!
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: March 26th, 2007 10:37 am (UTC) (Link)
Thanks for that, I'll change it.
Hope you have a great day!
gumnut From: gumnut Date: May 23rd, 2007 06:51 pm (UTC) (Link)
Dean wake up! ::shakes him lots::

And crap, now I have to go back to bed without knowing what happened to him. Must attack fic in morning.

Thanks so much for writing and sharing.

Nutty
(crawling back to bed with Dean)
sams1ra From: sams1ra Date: May 27th, 2007 12:07 pm (UTC) (Link)
*whispers* Keep reading, he's gonna wake up. And then... well... *evil grin*
Good night/morning/week =)
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