"Mr. Winchester, may I speak with you in the my office?" Dr. Matthis looked grim, dark eyes weary as he stood with a clipboard at his side, and a folder tucked under his armpit. Sam's head snapped up, hazel eyes tracking his father's movements as he stood. Seconds later Sam was on his feet too, pushing his father out of the way and standing in front of the Doctor.

"How is he?" He demanded, eyes hard as he stared up at the late shift doctor. They'd been in the hospital for nearing ten hours now. When they'd been admitted earlier Sam and John had been separated from Dean so the doctors could work. After hours of not seeing his brother, of now knowing his condition, Sam was going crazy. He'd already had his own wounds checked, a brace on his wrist which had been fractured, and bandages around sore ribs. He'd been given pain medicine to deal with all the bruising, but there hadn't been much for the doctors to do for him besides clean the scratches on his face and send him to the waiting room.

The older man blinked down at Sam and turned his gaze to John questioningly. "You must be Dean's brother. That's why I wanted to talk to your father. In private." A beat passed. "Alone."

Sam snarled, hands fisted at his sides. "You think just cause I'm some kid I won't understand some damn medical terms and bullshit explanations? I was there, I saw what they did to him. What happened to him in MY place." The doctor flinched, paling just slightly. "Whatever that damn clipboard says, I want to know."

Dr. Matthis cleared his throat, nodding slowly. "Very well...if you'll both follow me, then…" He lead them down a hall to a private office, indicating for them to sit before taking the seat across the desk from them both. "I wanted to talk to you.." His eyes darted from John to Sam who was still glaring at him before moving back to the older male. "About not just the physical damage that was done to your son, but also about the psychological damage that may become apparent once Dean wakes up."

John nodded stiffly, expression blank and dull as he indicated the doctor to go on.

Sighing, the doctor opened up the file he'd had with him before, flipping a few papers before licking his lips. "Why don't I just start with the physical damage and what can be expected of the healing process." He said, tone stiff. There was no easy way to talk about rape injuries to family members, let alone to ones who had witnessed it, and let alone to the two dangerous Winchester men across from him. "Dean suffered from some pretty severe internal anal bleeding. He has several deep anal fissures around his…" The doctor cleared his throat, eyes on his papers. "Around his entrance. He also maintained a fractured kneecap, and dislocated shoulder. His wrists are severely bruised and strained, but luckily neither are broken. He lost a lot of blood before he got here, but we manage to get him a transfusion and stabilized fairly quickly. He sustained a minor concussion that we'll need to monitor carefully when he first wakes up, and a fractured collar bone, as well as three fractured ribs." He looked up, meeting Sam's eyes first without meaning to. The depth of despair and hatred radiating from those young eyes was nerve wracking and made Dr. Matthis sit back further in his chair unconsciously. "His other injuries were less severe, but will probably still make themselves known through the first few weeks of healing. He has some internal and external bruising along his midsection and along his hips, and several lacerations across his face. His throat was damages as well due to the-" He hesitated for half a second before clearing his throat. He felt the intensity of Sam's eyes burning into him like a laser through wood. "-strangulation. The puncture wounds on his neck should heal up quickly, as well as the cut above his eyebrow."

Dr. Matthis closed the folder with a sigh, meeting silence as he looked up and focused on John instead of Sam. "Most of the injuries will be healed up within a couple of weeks. The bruising will disappear, the smaller lacerations will close up. His broken and fractured bones will take about one-two months to heal up. He'll need to not use his hands for a while to make sure his wrists don't sustain further injury, and he should avoid putting any weight on his shoulders and chest for a few weeks. He'll need to be careful with that fractured kneecap, as well, and will need to be careful long term with not sustaining another knee injury. The biggest change will be in his diet. Due to the nature of his main injuries, he'll need and want to stick to a liquid diet until the anal lacerations and tearing can heal fully. This will be easier on his throat, as well, as he recovers his strength. As soon as he's able, I suggest having him start physical therapy. He's a healthy kid, with a lot of muscle on him, but the diet change and the time he'll be spending in bed recovering will quickly become an issue if he's not careful."

He leaned back again, closing his eyes with a sigh and pinching at the bridge of his nose. John has yet to even seem to mentally understand him, where as he was too aware of Sam's comprehension of the process he'd laid out. "The thing that will probably be the hardest, and biggest issue for Dean himself, throughout this, will more than likely be the medication we prescribe to help with the tearing of the anal passage. The cream will need to be smoothed into the area twice a day. That means inner and outer damaged areas. For obvious reasons this will be an awkward and painful process. What we normally do, for injuries of this nature, is suggest sedating the patient and applying the cream when he won't be aware of it's administration. "

"How long will that take?" Sam asked in a tight voice, hands fisted on top of his knees. "The healing process for that, I mean. How long?"

Dr. Matthis sighed, looking to Sam reluctantly. "It's hard to say. The human body will try to heal genital and oral areas the fastest. Due to the severity of the tears and lacerations, it's hard to say, though. Definitely no less than two weeks, at the least. It will all depend on how Dean's body responds with it's other injuries as well."

Sam nodded curtly, grinding his teeth together hard. "Okay." He said, glancing at John once with a tick in his jaw before focusing back on the doctor. "I want everything you said on paper, all medication instructions written out clearly. Physical therapist numbers and hours, etc. I only want female nurses and attendants to come near him. I don't even want a male janitor to come anywhere near his room. He needs to be comfortable, have his own room, and as soon as we can I want a therapist visiting him. He's stubborn and headstrong, and I know he'll fight them tooth and nail even injured, but I will not let him push this down." He snarled, eyes on fire again. "I want to make sure only myself and Robert Singer are allowed to go into his room. He-" Sam pointed a finger harshly at his father without looking. "Is not allowed near him. At all. If I see him within fifteen feet of my brother I will scream bloody murder."

"Sam! This man is Dean's father, blood relations ar-" Dr. Matthis started to protest, only to gulp down his words with horror at the vicious look on Sam's face as he stood up and leaned over the table.

"John Winchester may be our father, but he failed us when we needed him most." Sam hissed in a low, cold tone. "The minute he failed to save Dean was the minute I cut him out of my life." His eyes were like daggers. "He failed us and he knows it, and I won't give him even on ounce of sympathy. He made us one permanent promise in life, ONE!" Sam's palm slapped hard against the table. "And he broke it. Just like every other promise he told us growing up." John turned his head away, hanging it in shame as he sat in silence still. "He failed us the one time we truly needed him, and I can not forgive him for the damage done. I don't care that he tried, I don't care that he was outnumbered. I know the kind of things he is capable of. I know EXACTLY what he was feeling in that bloody room. He has no excuses. None." Sam's eyes finally took on a wet sheen as he seethed in front of the traumatized doctor. "After everything he has made us go through growing up, after all the shit and the lies and the disruptions, I can't forgive and forget any longer. He let the one thing keeping me sane, keeping me together, get tortured and brutalized and RAPED in front of me." Hot tears rolled down Sam's cheeks as he stood their staring at the Doctor, refusing to acknowledge his own father behind him. "That man is not my father. And he is not Dean's father. He's a failure and a fraud and a liar, and I don't want him any where near my brother. Do you understand me?"

Dr. Matthis nodded shakily, completely at a loss as to handle what had just occurred. Watching Sam was like watching a storm coming right at you, thundering and shocking. "I understand…" He said in a small voice, feeling like he was the child in the room, not the twelve year old across from him.

"Good." Sam growled, wiping at his cheeks angrily. "I want to see my brother."

"O-of course…" Dr. Matthis stood up, shaky feeling. "He may not wake up for a while yet, but I can let you in to see him now that he's stabilized." He walked to the office door, glancing at John once, not even capable of understanding the magnitude of his emotional traumas when faced with his sons so damaged. He quickly looked away, closing the door on the exhausted father, letting him have his time to grieve and adjust. "Just...follow me." He said, leading Sam down the hall.

Opening the door to Dean's room, Dr. Matthis felt a change wash over Sam upon seeing his brother on the stark white hospital bed. His breath caught, and tears jumped to his eyes as he shuffled over to the edge of the bed, shakily reaching out a hand to cup his brother's wrapped hands with his own damaged hand.

"D-De…" Sam sniffled, sounding like the twelve year old he was, looking like the child he was at last. Dr. Matthis had to take a step back and away in order to cope with the complete change he felt in the boy's demeanor, and shudder at the memory of murder in those eyes.

Sam only let go of Dean's hand to drag the chair in the corner over to the edge of the bed, sitting on it and curling up as close as he could to his damaged brother, gently holding his hand like it was his only life line.

"You're gonna be okay, De, I promise." Sam whispered, pressing a kiss to Dean's hand lightly. "Gonna take care of you now, big brother. You're gonna be okay." His voice wavered and broke as he buried his head into the sheets besides Dean's hands, little sobs silently racking his frame. "I promise..."