Disclaimer: I own none of the character, just having a bit of fun with them.

Summary: My take on Season 12 Episode 22 and my attempt at making it a little bit more fun.

Warning: Slight description of injuries.


"Glad you're back man." Dean said while resting his hand on his little brother's shoulder.

Sam took it a step further by bringing his older brother in for a hug as well. Dean was too tired to fight it, so he allowed the moment to happen. In honesty, he was just relieved. He had his family back again and if Cas could…

"Dean?"

He heard faintly and tried to raise his head in order to see what was wrong, but instead he slowly started making his way to the ground and would've ended up hitting his head had Sam not caught him and his mother not been holding his head in a protective way.

"Dean!"

He wanted to answer, he really did, but he was so sleepy. If he really wanted to admit it out loud, he wasn't feeling very good either.

"He's got a fever."

If you were to look back at the events in the day, you could understand why Dean was so tired and why his body practically gave out on him. Fighting to get out of the bunker while the air was almost gone; all the injuries he was now sporting; not to mention the emotional roller coaster he'd had to ride in order to get his mother back while in her head.

"Come on Dean. Dean!"

"S-sam...my" Dean managed before he passed out.

"Let's get him to his room." Mary suggested.

Sam managed to lift his muscular brother up and take him to his room. He gently laid him down on the bed and frowned as he really saw his brother's face. He'd been in this position too many times to keep count. From seeing Dean just sleeping to the time Dean had become a demon thanks to the Mark of Cain. Sam rubbed his face and tried to figure out where to start. Mary came in with a bowl of water and a washcloth, that she managed to find, and set to work cleaning the cuts on Dean's face while wiping the sweat as well. Sam knew about the leg injury and moved over to that side of Dean in order to see if it was infected. When she saw the bandana, Mary looked slightly worried.

"What's that?" She asked

"Ketch locked us in the bunker in such a way that we were going to die if we didn't manage to find a way out. Dean found a way, but this is the result." Sam responded.

He removed the soiled bandana from Dean's injury leg and Mary's eyes grew large. Dean groaned in response, but didn't wake, as Sam took to gently prodding the wound. It needed to be disinfected and stitched up.

"He said he found some expired prescription painkillers, but I think he needs antibiotics." Mary commented.

Is this the life her boys were really left to live. She'd finally come to terms that she'd missed out on so much, but she sincerely wanted so much better for them than this.

"It's all my fault." She said with a crack in her voice and a sniffle.

Sam frowned and wanted to say something, but he merely shook his head. He wasn't the one that needed to correct her. She continued to gently wash away what she could of the blood from Dean's face, but soon came to realize that he'd need more stitches in other areas as well. After Sam left to get supplies, Mary placed the wet rag on Dean's forehead and sighed. She understood her boys had forgiven her, or with time they would, but she could hardly forgive herself. When Sam came back with the supplies, he set to work fixing his brother up as well as he could. The two of them took shifts in order to keep Dean's fever down. When it finally broke three days later, they realized they needed a plan to find Kelly and to find her now.


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