Why Is It Always Sammy?

Hell's Wrath pt.2

Mmmm okay, here's part 2.

Dean sat next to his baby brother in the hospital bed. Sam had been in surgery for the past three hours. Dean had tried to call John but he was completely off the grid. Dean sighed for what seemed like the millionth time since Sam had been put into a medically induced coma.
Sam had five broken ribs, one of which came dangerously close to puncturing his lung, a cracked sternum, various cuts and bruises around his body, and a concussion worse than Dean had ever seen. He couldn't believe this had happened. Sam was only 14. He had been a hero and was now paying the price. As much as Dean wanted to be angry at Sam for putting himself in danger, he couldn't be prouder of the boy's bravery. Dean has to smile sadly.
He tucked a piece of Sam's sweaty hair behind his ear and under the nose cannula. Sam was hooked up to a wide variety of machines. Sam's nurse, Adam (a short boy with blue eyes and dirty blond hair) (he he he), had told Dean that Sam would be on a vpap to help him breath in his sleep as a precaution but the oxygen in the cannula helped him greatly.
Dean held Sam's left hand softly as it was layered in burn cream and bandages. Sam's right hand was in the same condition but had an IV taped in the tender flesh. Adam had also informed Dean that since the doctors were overly cautious of Sam's organs at this point, they wrapped Sam in a diaper instead of a catheter. Dean was absolutely positive Sam would not like that fact once he woke up.
Sam was going to wake up.
    The sound of crutches hitting the floor tore Dean out of his thoughts. He looked over to the curtain that 'separated' Sam from the rest of the hospital to see it was pulled back slightly. A young woman with her leg in a cast hobbled into the room.
"Hello, I'm Cary Wilson. Sam saved me from the fire."
She said to Dean, noticing the red eyes from crying. Dean stood up and offered her his chair. She thanked him and sat.
"How is he?"
"Pretty bad right now, but he'll bounce back, he always does."
Dean said, not caring that his voice cracked with worry.
Cary looked at him for a moment.
"I have Sam in my third period. He's such a sweet and smart kid. He doesn't deserve to be lying here."
Dean nodded in understanding.
"He saved two lives today. Boy's a real hero."
She said as she reached out to hold Sam's hand while looking to Dean as if asking permission. Dean nodded confusingly. He had only seen Sam pull this teacher from the fire. Realizing her mistake, she continued.
"I'm a month pregnant. My husband and I have been trying for two years and we finally got lucky. Sammy here saved me and my miracle baby."
Dean's eyes widened. He was about to congratulate the young woman when an anxious looking man hurried in the room. He had short black hair stubble around his chin. His green eyes looking at his wife concerned.
"Oh Cary! Are you okay?! How's our little miracle?! She alright?!"
He asked frantically as if Sam wasn't lying in the bed on death's porch.
"Matt, honey, I'm okay and she's baby is fine."
Cary smiled and looked to Dean, he's convinced the baby's a girl.
Once knowing his wife was alright, Matt noticed the two boys in the room. He immediately apologized.
"I was so worried about my girls, I just ran into the room the nurse told she walked into and..."
Dean nodded in understanding and assured him it was alright.
Matt walked over to help Cary up and out of the room, pausing at Sam's bedside and gently placed his hand on Sam's right shoulder.
"Thank you. Thank you so much."
He said. Before leaving, he placed a card in Dean's hand.
"Please call us when he wakes up, we'd like to thank him in person."
"Will do."
"An- and please, if there's anything we can help with or do for you guys, let us know. We'll be happy to."
"Thank you but-..."
Dean began but was cut off by the man.
"Seriously, if your little brother hadn't been a hero, I would've lost everything. Please."
Dean just nodded with a small smile and shook Matt's hand. As the couple closed the curtain behind them, Dean sat next to Sam again.
"You're just stealing everyone's hearts today, huh Sammy."
As a response, the clamp on Sam's gowned shoulder began to beep, telling Dean his little brother had started to piss himself. The older Winchester tried to smile for his unconscious little brother but he couldn't bring himself to do it. He knew Sam would be alright, he HAD to be, but seeing the young teenager look so broken and fragile made his brother worry and feel guilty. Sam shouldn't have had to step in and save his teacher but he did and that big heart of his got him in trouble that day. That day that Dean wasn't there to protect him.
Dean wiped away a few stray tears before reaching for Sam's remote.
"Let's get you cleaned up, eh kid?"
Dean commented, trying his damnest to be lighthearted and positive.

                                    •

Bobby Singer quietly walked into the dimly lit room. The only light came from behind the curtain and from the machines gathered around the young hunter's bed. He had seen the news, had heard it almost every radio station on the drive over, every single reporter mentioning the brave young man who they weren't aloud to name as of yet, but Bobby knew instantly it was Sam. Dean didn't even have to call. Speaking of Dean, he was resting beside his comatose little brother. His butt still on the folding chair, Dean's back leaned down to rest his arms and head on Sam's bed close to his short legs.
Bobby could easily tell Dean was nervous as hell, he was too.
Bobby softly laid his hand on Sam's overly warm cheek. He tried to gauge the fever in his head but noticed Dean flinch slightly. He moved around the bed and carefully picked the 18 year old up and placed him on the nearby couch. It was hard and covered in shitty plastic, but it was better than a chair.
Shortly after, Adam came in to check Sam's vitals. After introducing himself to Bobby, he explained Sam's fever.
"His cuts on his back and hips are pretty deep and a lot of debree and ash got in there. The surgeons cleaned him out as well as they could before stitching him up, but no doubt there's an infection. We have him on antibiotics now to try to take care of it before he even wakes up."
Adam finished his job and laid a cool rag on the back of Sam's neck before leaving. Bobby carded his fingers through the hair above the bandages. He was so proud of his nephews.
His boys.