Time to Heal
It had taken Dean almost an hour to wake Sam after Morgan had healed him. Even then he was so out of it that he never saw her lifeless body beside him. Dean had dragged a barely conscious Sam back to town. Luckily it had turned out that they were only fifteen minutes from where they had been staying when this whole mess went down. When Dean got his bearings and figured that out it didn't take him long to find a way back. Keeping Sam on his feet was a different story. Sam's silent, unfocused stare had Dean worried sick.
When he finally got his little brother settled in their room- he'd had to pay for another night and damages- he was going to go back for Morgan. He wanted to see that she was treated decently. After all she had died giving Dean back his reason for existing, his Sammy. He left a note for sleeping Sam, saying he'd gone for food and supplies and crawled into the Impala.
"Baby, you really are a sight for sore eyes." He said patting her lovingly on the dash and firing the engine. Dean had just made it to the outskirts of town, on his way back to that awful place where so much had happened, when a fire truck and ambulance roared past him on the open road.
"Damn, someone must have reported it." Dean turned the car around, knowing he had no choice but to go for Sam and get the hell out of town. When he got back to the room he saw that Sam was still sleeping. But looking at him Dean could tell it wasn't doing him any good. He'd shifted positions so much that the bed covers were twisted and dragging the floor.
Dean went to his little brother's side and sat on the edge of the bed where he could see Sam's face. Sam looked so beaten down that the image made Dean's breath hitch. He brushed Sam's still dusty brown hair out of his eyes with a gentle hand.
"Sammy? Hey, come on, Sam. Wake up." He put a hand to Sam's cheek. "Come on, kiddo." Sam's eyes snapped open, more focused than they'd been in hours.
"Dean?"
"Yeah, bud."
"Where are we?" He asked looking around.
"Motel."
"How?"
"You got us out Sammy."
Memories came flooding back to Sam in a rush. Emotions playing across his face like a slideshow on fast forward. Tears welled in his eyes.
"Morgan?"
Dean blinked and swallowed hard. "I'm sorry, Sammy." He whispered.
"Did I hurt her?"
"No! She healed me after those bastards punctured my lung. When I woke up you had been buried for so long… I dug you out, you weren't breathing. She healed you and she was too weak to handle the strain. She…" He trailed off, closing his eyes. "She saved both of us and was too weak to save herself."
The tears in Sam's eyes broke free and streamed down his face. He was unable to stifle his sobs. Dean gathered his shattered baby brother up in his arms and held him tight. A real hug as Sam squeezed him back, burying his face in Dean's shoulder. Both boys clung to each other and cried, for Morgan, in shock from everything that had happened. Dean rocked Sam gently, like he had when Sam was little. He put a hand to Sam's head and stroked back his disheveled brown hair.
"I'm so sorry Sammy. I went back for her, but someone had reported it. The cops were there."
"We have to leave, Dean." Sam said, breaking his hold on his brother to meet his green gaze. "We can't be seen by the cops."
"I know. That's why I woke you up."
"Let's go."