It's Real

Wheelchair

CHAPTER SEVEN

Dean tries to sit in a wheelchair. Dean & Sam talk.

"Hey, Dean. The nurse is going to bring a wheelchair in, so you can get out of your bed for awhile," Sam told his brother, walking into the room. "Rick said it may do you some good." Rick was a physical therapist who had come by in the past couple of days, to try and help Dean. "Maybe we can go for a little walk, huh?"

Dean looked at him, and shrugged. "Whatever."

Sam, Bobby and Cas looked at each other. The last few days, Dean had not shown much interest in anything, the three of them were worried about him.

"We could take you outside to get some air," suggested Castiel.

"He might not be able to sit that long. It could be painful for him."

Dean looked at them angrily. "Hey, HE is right here you know," he said, waving at them to prove it.

"Hey," Castiel waved back.

Dean blinked in surprise, then started laughing. "Dude, you..." He became serious when a nurse came in with a chair.

"Are you ready? Rick's running a bit late, but he'll be by shortly. Ready to get out of that bed?"

Dean looked down at his hands. "I don't know. It'll probably be weird sitting in a chair without feeling anything below my waist. What if it's weird?"

Castiel's lips twitched. "Well, you are weird, Dean. So you will be okay."

"You-" Dean looked at Cas with wide eyes. "Did you just make a joke? Sam, Bobby... Cas just made a joke." He looked at the two men with a shocked expression. "Wow," he whispered, turning back to the angel, who was usually serious.

Sam and Bobby had to laugh. "He's probably been hanging around you too long," said the younger Winchester.

The angel lowered his head, a slight blush covering his cheeks. "I apologise."

"You don't have to. I'm surprised, that's all. I'm not used to you making a joke. Maybe we should call the newspaper or something."

Cas gave a tiny smile in return. "Are you getting in the chair?" he asked, looking down at his friend.

"How am I supposed to do that? She's at the other side of the room. There's no space by the bed, and there is no way in hell I'm crawling. I'd rather stay here."

"You are getting out of this bed, Dean." Castiel threw the blanket from the bed, and put his hands carefully under Dean's knees and behind his back. Being very careful of his injured back, he lifted Dean effortlessly, and walked over to the nurse.

"Cas, what the hell? Put me down." Dean waved at Sam and Bobby, who were both staring at the angel. "Sam, a little help. I'm getting manhandled by a frigging angel." He moaned in pain when Castiel lowered him into the chair. "Sonofabitch," he whispered, breathing through the pain.

Sam rushed over to Dean, and knelt in-front of him. "Are you alright?"

After a minute, Dean raised his head. "Oh super. I just got carried by..." his eyes widened when he remembered the nurse behind him. "Did I say Cas was an angel out loud?" he whispered.

"Yeah. But I don't think she noticed," Sam told him, before looking at the nurse. "Can you leave us alone for a minute? Dean hates being like this in-front of people. I'll let you know if he needs anything."

The nurse nodded reluctantly. "Rick will be here in a couple of minutes," she told them, before leaving them on their own.

Castiel knelt beside Sam. "Is that better, Dean? Are you happy to be out of the bed?"

"Oh yeah, I'm ecstatic. I always wanted to visit the other side of the room," he said sarcastically. "You didn't have to carry me."

"But how else would you have gotten here? You cannot stay in a bed all of your life. I was only trying to help. You're my friend, Dean." The angel looked at the hunter with a hurt expression.

"I know that, but..." he trailed off when a tall man entered the room.

"Hello Dean. I see you have got into the chair," said Rick with a friendly smile.

"Wow. You should be a detective," said Dean with an eye roll. He winced when a shooting pain travelled up his back.

"That was sarcasm," Castiel nodded. He looked at the others, who were staring at him again.

Dean bit his lip, trying not to smile. "Dude, you don't have to tell us every single time you get when I'm sarcastic." He shifted uncomfortably. "Ugh. Can I get back in bed yet? It hurts a little," he admitted.

Sam frowned worriedly, and turned to look at the other men in the room. "Maybe we'll get him in a chair again after he's had his meds," he said, knowing the pain had to be bad for Dean to complain.

Castiel reached over with outstretched arms, but Dean held up a hand in warning.

"Don't even think about it."

Sam took the handles, and wheeled Dean as close to the bed as he could. He carefully wrapped his arms around his brother and lifted him out of the chair and into the bed. When he looked down at Dean, he saw his eyes were closed, a single tear escaping down his cheek.

"It's alright," he said, as he immediately pressed the call button. "They'll be here in a minute, Dean."

Castiel and Bobby stood nearby with worried expressions. Rick turned and left them alone, knowing Dean would need rest.

An older nurse, who Dean didn't like, came into the room and gave Dean some painkillers. As the nurse checked him over, he started moaning in pain. "Ugh."

"You're supposed to help him, not make him hurt more," said Sam, glaring hatefully at her, before gently taking Dean's hand in his.

The nurse took no notice, and continued checking her patient, ignoring each time he winced or moaned when the pain became too much. Sam was about to say something else when Castiel stepped forward. "You are hurting my friend," he told her, and stopped as he stared at her. "Are you the one Dean calls a demon?"

The nurse stared at Castiel. Dean and Bobby burst out laughing, Sam tried not to. Only Castiel could come straight out with it.

"I don't know what you're talking about. I'm a good nurse. Now if you'll excuse me," she said, before walking back out of the room, glaring at Cas.

Castiel frowned when he noticed the others were looking at him. "What? I only asked her if she was the one Dean didn't like."

"Yeah, but you didn't have to blurt it out right in-front of her. But she's not actually a demon, she just... well there must be something weird about her. She hurts more than she helps," Dean told him.

"Are you sure we don't need to do an exorcism? She did not look very friendly."

Dean smiled at him with a fond expression. "Yeah. That would go down well. I think we'd know if she was an actual demon, Sam's already said Christo, but it didn't have any effect."

"I still don't like her."

"Neither do we. Do you really think a demon could get anywhere near Dean with us three around?" Sam asked him.

Bobby chuckled. "With ya both around, I'm surprised anyone can get near Dean."

Sam blushed, and looked at the angel. "We're not that bad."

"Yeah right," came a weak voice. The two men and angel looked down at the bed-ridden hunter. "The first day Rick came, you threatened to shoot him."

"That wasn't my fault," the younger Winchester defended himself.

"Whose fault was it? Mine? Every new person that comes into the room, you stand and glare at them." Dean sighed, and looked up at the ceiling.

"Hey guys, can you leave us alone for a minute?" Sam asked the other two, frowning worriedly at Dean.

"What's wrong?" asked Castiel, looking between the two brothers.

"I want to talk to Dean. Just ten minutes."

Bobby nodded at Cas. "Come on. Let's go to the cafeteria."

"Why? I do not need to eat," the angel told him, but he walked out with him anyway.

When they were alone, Sam looked down at Dean again. "Hey, are you alright?"

"Yeah, fine. I'm always fine," answered Dean, staring at his hands.

"You're not, Dean. Talk to me."

Dean sighed again. "I don't want to be stuck in a chair my whole life, Sam. I-I can't."

Sam sat on the edge of the bed, and took Dean's hand in both of his. "You won't be. You're going to get better, I know you are. You're the most stubborn person I know. If anyone can beat this... it's you."

Tears swam in Dean's eyes. "You really think I can do it?" he asked, blinking rapidly, refusing to let the tears fall.

"Of course I do. You're Dean Winchester, you can do anything. Me, Bobby and Castiel will be right here with you every step of the way," Sam told him, smiling. "You've never backed down from a fight, and I know you can win this one. I bet in a few weeks, you'll be walking out of here."

"Hope you're right, Sam."

"Of course I am. I know you better than anyone. And I believe you can do this. Even if you can't... I'm not going anywhere."

Dean wiped his tears, and cleared his throat. "Right, the moments over. I'm tired. I need rest if I'm going to kick this things ass."

Sam laughed. "That's more like it. Remember, Batman never gives up."

"Neither does Dean Winchester. I'll be back kicking demon ass before you know it," said Dean, smirking slightly.

"That's the Dean we all know and love. Get some rest. We'll be right here when you wake up."

Just before Dean closed his eyes, Castiel and Bobby came back into the room. "I do not think the demon nurse likes me."

Bobby chuckled. "Ya think? When we walked passed her, I thought she was going to chase ya with a bedpan or something. Ya should've seen the look she gave him."

Cas nodded. "She looked evil."

"Can we stop talking about the frigging nurse?" asked Dean, shifting slightly.

"Sorry, Dean."

The three of them kept watch over Dean as he finally fell asleep.

TBC

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