Flick of the Switch Ch. 14: Epilogue

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Previously: Donovan finished checking over the other hunters, he took a deep breath and pulled up a chair between the boys beds. He was going to keep a close eye on them over the next few hours.

By daylight the next morning, Donovan was happy to see that both boys has slept relatively well throughout the night. The only time that Donovan had been awakened from slumber was three in the morning when he heard the sounds of moaning coming from Dean's bed. He had quickly risen up and grabbed a syringe and a morphine vial from the medicine cabinet and gave Dean a quick injection allowing him to settle into a restful sleep once again. As daylight streamed through the plastic covered window, he glanced over towards the hunters who were finally beginning to stir.

As John slowly awoke from the cocoon of sleep, he could feel the minor aches and pains that were assaulting his body. His upper arm was throbbing and his back and legs were stiff. And come to think of it, why the hell did he feel like he had been sleeping on the floor all night long? Slowly opening his eyes, he became instantly aware of three things. First, Donovan was hooking up a new IV to his youngest son's arm. Second, he had indeed been sleeping on the damn floor, and last of all the clinic was a total mess. Grunting, he pushed himself up off the floor and walked over towards his doctor friend. "How's he doing?" John asked as he tenderly caressed Sammy's cheek with a calloused palm before running his fingers through his wavy brown hair.

"About as well as can be expected with everything he's been through" Donovan replied. "His blood pressure is running a little high right now, but it's a result of the trauma his body has gone through. It will ome down in time. I just hooked him up to another round of antibiotics for the wound in his shoulder and before you ask, it's just a precaution."

"What about his leg Donny, is it gonna be okay?" John asked a little worried about what the answer might be. If the accident they had had jarred his leg enough to cause permanent damage, John would never forgive himself.

"His leg is going to be fine John. You did everything just right when you splinted it up and braced it to keep it from further injury. He'll have to wear the cast for eight weeks and then he'll need some therapy to strengthen it, but other than that, there is no reason why it shouldn't fully heal."

"That's great news doc" Dean called out as he tried to push himself up off of the bed at hearing Donovan's diagnosis.

"Oh no you don't kiddo, you're staying right there" John said as he walked over and helped Dean to lay back down.

"Daaaad" Dean whined as his father forced him back onto his stomach. "Let me up, I wanna see Sammy."

"You can see him perfectly fine from where you are, besides he's still asleep so keep your ass there" John replied.

"I'm fine, now help me get up or get the hell out of my way" Dean argued in agitation. He didn't care if he could see Sammy from where he was, he wanted to be near him too. He had heard Donovan say that Sammy's BP was up a little and he could calm Sammy and get it back down even if he was asleep.

"You watch your mouth boy or you'll find yourself over my knee" John stated with authority. "Whether you like it or not, you've been injured too and I'm going to make sure you take care of yourself for once."

"I told you I'm fine. M'not a baby" Dean grumbled petulantly. Why the hell was his dad suddenly so protective when was always the 'suck it up, you'll be fine' kind of guy.

"Then quit whining like a damned baby" Bobby grumbled as he tenderly pushed himself to his feet. He winced in pain as he applied pressure to his right foot. His ankle hurt like a bitch and the Ace bandage felt too tight. He walked over and then slowly lowered himself into the chair between the two boys beds as he pulled his right foot up to place it over his left knee. "Hey Donovan, this thing is too damned tight, I'm takin it off!"

"You touch that wrap and I'll give you a shot in the ass" Donovan replied knowing how much Bobby disliked them. It should deter him enough to leave the bandage alone.

"Damned tyrant, you're worse than Ahriman" Bobby grumbled as he took his hands away from the bandage. No way was he chancing a shot in the ass. The last time he had had one of those, it hurt to sit down for weeks.

"Now who's acting like the baby?" Dean smirked as he winked at his dad.

"Shuddup you young pup or I'll give ya the spanking ya been asking for" Bobby snarled as they suddenly heard sounds coming from the other side of the room. Bobby glanced over to see both Caleb and Joshua laughing their butts off. "What the hell's so funny?" Bobby asked with a menacing look in his eyes.

"You're accusing Dean of being a b-b-baby when you're acting like a t-t-two year old yourself" Joshua stuttered out through giggles. "Beats all I ever saw." With those words, Caleb let out a loud snort and started rolling around on the floor laughing uproariously. Before long, all the others joined in as the stress level in the room dropped dramatically.

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Forty eight hours later, the sounds of hammering could be heard throughout the clinic as Caleb supervised his hunter friends in doing repairs. They had decided to do most of the repairs to the clinic themselves so that Donovan wouldn't have to turn it in to his insurance company causing his rates to skyrocket. Caleb and John were working on the roof to repair the slight damage up there while Bobby was helping Joshua replace the shattered window in Sammy's room. As they worked, they quietly listened in as Dean spoke with Donovan.

"Why hasn't he woken up yet? It's been over two days and Sammy still hasn't shown any signs of waking up" Dean said as he threaded his fingers through Sammy's hair. John had finally given in yesterday and allowed him to get out of the bed as long as he didn't push himself too hard. His back was doing better and he only felt a dull throb in it, much like that of a toothache.

"Give it some time Dean. His body is taking the time it needs to heal. Believe me, Sam will wake when he is ready" Donovan stated with a smile as he placed a comforting hand on Dean's shoulder.

As if waiting for the cue, Sammy shifted in bed and moaned as his eyelids began to flutter. Within seconds, he felt a familiar hand grasp his own as he heard the words "Come on tiger, open those eyes for me." Sam could hear the worry in Dean's voice as he struggled to follow the command. Why the hell was he having so much trouble? He felt like his eyes had been cemented shut.

"Come on Sammy, I've been waiting on you long enough baby brother" Dean prodded not willing to accept anything other than Sammy opening his eyes. He watched in anticipation as his brother blinked a few times before finally forcing his eyes open allowing him to see the blue green of his expressive eyes. "Hey there kiddo, it's about damn time you woke up" Dean said with a bright smile as tears rolled down his cheeks.

"De'n, why you crying?" Sam whispered as he watched his big brother wipe the tears away from his face.

"I'm not crying bitch, my eyes are just watering from all the dust they're kicking up in this place with the work their doing."

"Jerk" Sam replied with a smile before closing his eyes once again unable to stay awake any longer. That one word did more to ease Dean's mind that Donovan could have ever done in a lifetime. He knew without a doubt now that his Sammy was going to be okay. Unbeknownst to Dean, Bobby and Joshua also had tears of happiness running down their cheeks.

"You just sleep kiddo" Dean whispered as he once again carded his fingers through Sammy's hair while Donovan checked him over "I'm going to go give dad the good news."

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Approximately a week later, the hunters had finished most of the work on the clinic and were in the process of driving Sam crazy. Having nothing else to occupy their time, they were watching over him like a mother hen. He found himself unable to do anything by himself. When he reached towards the portable table for a drink, he suddenly found the cup held for him. When he tried to adjust himself on the bed to be more comfortable, he found pillows being placed under his head and back. Hell, Dean even refused to let him feed himself at first until Sam refused to open his mouth or even talk to him. After a few hours, Dean had finally relented, but he hovered over Sammy just in case he started to choke.

The breaking point had finally come when Donovan had removed the Foley catheter and allowed him to get up to go to the bathroom. As he pushed himself up from the bed, he quickly found himself supported by Dean on one side and his dad on the other with Joshua clearing a path in front of him as he walked which was fine. Once he got to the bathroom door though, he found that his dad had planned on going inside with him.

"Uh Dad, I think I can do this own my own, I'm a big boy now" he had said with a sheepish smile. There was no way he was letting his dad follow him into the bathroom.

"Yeah, well I'm not taking any chances" his dad had informed him as he opened the door wide. Sam had soon found himself moved forward as John quickly ushered himself in and closed the door behind them. And then to his great surprise, his dad had hooked his fingers into the waist band of his pajamas and began to lower them.

"Daaad stop! I am not using the bathroom with you in here with me"

"Relax Sammy boy, you don't have anything I haven't seen a thousand times over" John had told him as he found his pajama bottoms and boxers lowered to his knees. He remembered the heat flushing his cheeks as he stood there naked from the waist down in front of his father. He quickly covered himself before yelling in anger.

"Damn it Dad, I'm tired of all this freaking fussing and not allowing me to do anything by myself like some helpless baby. You and the others are smothering me and I can't breathe. How many times do I have to say that I'm fine? I swear if you don't get out of here right now, I won't be held accountable for what happens next. And one more thing, if you ever do this again, (he motioned towards his pajama bottoms) I will kill you slowly and painfully. Do I make myself clear?" He remembered his dad having enough sense to quickly make a hasty exit allowing him the privacy to use the bathroom by himself. He wasn't surprised though when he opened the door to find both Dean and his dad waiting on him to help him back to the bed. Later that night, he had started actively seeking out hunts on his laptop or he risked going insane from the over protectiveness of others. Finally, the time came where Donovan agreed to release him as long as he took it easy.

John began loading their things into the Impala as Dean walked beside his baby brother. Sammy was using a walking cast now to get around since his shoulder was a little to sure for crutches and Dean was worried that he would be unsteady on the rocky ground. He made sure he stayed close to Sammy's side to make sure he didn't fall until he was standing firmly beside the Impala. After John situated Sammy in the back seat, he stood up to find Donovan standing near him.

"Remember John, he needs to take it easy for a little while. Don't let him push himself too hard over the next few weeks." Donovan said as he reached out to shake his friend's offered hand.

"That's easier said than done Donny since Sammy has a mind of his own and is as stubborn as a mule" John said with a laugh as he shook the other man's hand. John watched as Dean climbed into the passenger side of the car before turning around to face Donovan once again. "Thanks man, you saved my son's life and took care of the rest of us too. I don't know how to thank you enough for that."

"No thanks needed John, you guys have already repaid me by repairing the damages to the clinic. Just watch out for those boys of yours and stop in whenever you get the chance. Maybe we can talk about old times."

"Sounds great" John replied as he climbed into the car thinking that life couldn't be better right now. He had his boys beside him. Dean's back had fully mended with only the faintest traces left of the bruising and Sammy was well on the road to recovery or was he?

The End! I hope you have enjoyed reading this story as much as I have enjoyed writing it. The reviews you wrote to each and every chapter made this story so much easier to write and I can never thank you enough for them.