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That sure wasn't on the Jersey Shore...

Sam hadn't told anyone he was alive. Ok, that wasn't true. His not-dead-yet grandfather knew he was alive. So did some cousins that Sam was still deciding on if he wanted to trust. And yeah, Bobby knew, but he was under obligation not to tell.

Dean didn't know, and that was what mattered. Bobby kept him in the loop on how his brother was doing, but otherwise he didn't go near. He wasn't about to bring him back into the insanity that was surrounding him. At least not until he figured out what was going on himself.

It was a werewolf that was able to change whenever it wanted, and was racking up a nice death toll in the Garden State. Sam and Christian had gone to check it out, but a call from Samuel had Christian going back early while Sam finished up the job.

Sam had no idea that the were was waiting for such an opportunity. It was the middle of the day on the half moon, and Sam found himself struggling to keep his life as the full sized were snapped at his neck and slashed at his skin. The proximity made the gun muffle as Sam managed to kill the were, but he wasn't able to avoid onlookers as he stumbled out of the alley holding a dislocated arm while his shirt was quickly becoming saturated with blood around his shoulder.

Luck brought him to the automated doors of the clinic and he managed to take just a few steps in before the blood loss caught up with him and he passed out right in the lobby.

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Hadley was on her way out the door.

It wasn't that she was against helping people. She was a doctor. It was her job. It wasn't even that she wasn't aware she was in the hospital. It had just been a really long day, and she was looking forward to going home, taking a bath, and trying to soak the rest of the day away. Or, at least, that had been the plan when a tall, bleeding man stumbled his way into the entrance of the clinic and passed out right on the floor.

She thought it was a little unnecessarily dramatic, but that was just her.

"Someone get me a gurney!" She dropped her bag where she left it, and rushed to his side, checking his back for injuries, before rolling him over onto his back, checking him over as she went. "Sir? Can you hear me?"

He groaned as he was rolled over, his dislocated shoulder giving him a nice spike of pain to wake him back up. Hazel eyes opened to look at her, glazed as the shock was really starting to settle in.

He managed to nod, but he couldn't get his voice to work for some reason.

She made note of the dislocated shoulder, and moved up to get a better look at him. She checked his eyes with a penlight to make sure he could still focus and wasn't going into shock.

"Can you tell me your name?"

"Sam." He couldn't recall the name on the fake medical insurance card. He knew giving his real last name was just asking for trouble. But the fake ID was in his wallet. He just couldn't reach for it.

"Wild dog..." He needed to let her know what it was. "Did it... I can't remember if it bit me..."

Hadley really hoped that you weren't too attached to this shirt, Sam, because she's pretty much going to destroy it. As the other doctors pulled over the gurney, she grabbed hold of the shredded ends of the sleeve and yanked it open, trying to get a better look at the wound.

"I can't tell through the blood, but bite mark or not, we gotta get this shoulder popped back into place first." She grabbed another one of the doctors, before shifting behind Sam to brace him. "This is gonna hurt."

"Always does," he said softly, almost dream-like as he was slipping back out again. His mind slipped to his brother and all the times they had to reset each other's shoulders from hunts...

Hadley slid an arm across his chest to keep him upright before nodding to the other doctor. "On the count of three -- one, two ... "

And with that the doctor pulled, then pushed, forcing his arm back into the proper socket.

Sam screamed. He tried not to, but between the reset and the gashes, he couldn't help it. The adrenaline faded quickly though and he leaned forward against her arm, exhausted.

"Alright," Hadley sighed, still supporting him. "Let's get him up on the gurney and take him to the ER."

The doctors around her did as they were told, helping her lift him up onto the gurney and starting to roll him towards the other end of the hospital.

Sam fumbled to grab her hand and he turned his head to look up at her. "Thank you," he said softly.

She gave his hand a squeeze, and a small smile. "It's my job. Don't worry about it."

He gave her a small smile back, and then he was in the ER and under bright lights and getting an IV hooked up. Painkillers soon followed and the rest was a blur as Sam finally let himself pass out.

When he came to, he saw the little dry erase board near his bed, a smiling face with the date on it. He blinked, realizing he had lost a day in this. He also found himself in scrub pants and shirtless with a large bandage on his shoulder. There were still drugs in his IV and he wearily reached over to try and stop the flow.

He needed to get in touch with Samuel.

Hadley wasn't technically supposed to be in the ER, but she made a point of coming by to check on the patient every once in a while. Now happened to be one of those times. She spotted him trying to make a break for it, and dashed over, covering his hand with hers.

"Not so fast, Sam. You were out for a while."

He blinked and looked up at her. It took a moment for his brain to remember her from the ER.

"The drugs. I can't think with them."

"Well, you're not supposed to be thinking. That's my job." She moved her hand to his good shoulder, gently pushing him back against the gurney. "But I'll lower your dosage. How's that sound?"

She got no resistance from him. But he did give her the puppy eyes. "I need to find my grandpa. He's going to be worried."

"The hospital can contact him for you if you give us an emergency contact number," she said, picking up the chart to go over his paperwork. "We tried the one filed with your insurance, but the number seemed to be disconnected."

"Just changed cell... people. My phone?" He waved his hand in the air as if she was going to give it to him.

She moved over to his personal effects and fished out his cell phone for him, before handing it over. "No phone calls. Just give me the number."

He didn't like that. But seeing that he felt like a horse about to be put down, he relented and scrolled through the number to the one marked Samuel C. and held it out. "Here. He's grumpy." A small smile came to his lips since that was the best way to describe his grandfather.

She smirked. "I can handle grumpy. I work for the personification."

She scribbled down the number, before placing the phone out of his reach, and heading back towards the nurse's station. "I'll give him a call. Stay put."

He pouted as his phone was out of reach. His wallet was there too, along with a his watch and his car keys. He looked at the door, then at the window and contemplated an escape plan.

Of course, his luck he's be on like the 17th floor or something.

Hadley had a quick, concise conversation with the man on the other end of the phone, and handled it as professionally as possible. As soon as that was finished, she hung up the phone and made her way back over and replaced the chart at the front of his bed.

"Your grandfather is aware of your condition, and I told him that we're keeping you overnight for observation to make sure you're not gonna drop dead on us for no good reason."

"Is he coming for me?" He wasn't doing anything wrong, and his eyes try to convey that.

"No," she said, shaking her head. "But he does want you to call and check in when you get released."

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