A/N: Wow, you guys are awesome! Getting some great feedback here! Glad I'm not the only one who likes to see a hurt!limp!Sammy. LOL! One of these days I'm going to have to give him a happy ficlet. No tears or being hurt. This is not the last chapter! It was going to be a short one but it looks like I'm going to keep this one going for a little while.

...This time I think I'm to blame

Its harder to get through the days

We get older and blame turns to shame

Cause everything inside never comes out right

And when I see you cry it makes me wanna to die

I'm sorry I'm bad, sorry your blue

I'm sorry about all things I said to you

And I know I can't take it back...

-Song: Sorry By: Buck Cherry

Chapter Three: Dear Sammy:

"Thank Cas," Dean muttered under his breath.

"Excuse me?" the doctor asked him.

"Nothin', never mind." Dean said quickly to throw the good doctor off.

Dean didn't thank God. He didn't really believe in Him, but if there was one thing in this world – or any other that he did believe in it was Castiel. Cas heard him too. He shook his head. Cas couldn't help but smile to himself. It was nice that someone thought of him so high of a level. In Heaven, he was lucky if someone even looked his way.

As for Sammy's condition, he would be fine. The doctor told them that he suffered a few broken bones, a leg and his right arm, a fractured rip, and some minor head trauma. The healing process would be long, but in the end he would be okay, and that was the important thing.

"Can we see him?" Adam asked.

"Of course, one at a time though please. We don't want to over excite him." the doctor explained. Then he lead Samuel Winchester's brothers, and company back to where they were keeping Sam.

"Thanks doc," Dean called after him as he walked to take care of another patient.

"Whose the first victim?" Bobby joked.

Dean pushed Adam forward playfully. "That would be ya dude."

Adam shook his head. "No, no, and um... No. Why don't you go first Dean?" Since talking with Dean in the chapel the guilt factor was down a notch but it was still there. He wasn't sure if he was ready to face Sammy just yet.

Dean sighed. "I got 'im." Bobby assured.

"We both do." Castiel assured his charge. "And your welcome,"

Dean laughed to himself and went in to see how Sam was doing.

The fact that he was breathing through a damn tube, and his whole body ached like Hell he could care less about. No one filled him in on Adam's condition. For all he feared, Adam could be dead, and it would be his fault. He had tried. Thats why he had been so damned determined to make sure what ever hit them or come what fucking may, it would impact his side. Had his efforts failed him? Why was he hear, breathing, barely but breathing none the less? The tears pricked at his eyes, and since he couldn't get to Adam right now, there was only one other option – Dean. He was surprised when his older brother walked in as if on cue.

"What are you a mind reader now?" Sam teased, his voice rough, and low due to the injuries on the inside of him.

Dean smiled, happy as Hell to see Sammy. He didn't like seeing him as he was but he'd take him as is over dead any day. "Nah, that would be you. Bitch."

"Jerk." Sam replied with a smile. God, it was really good to see Dean. It gave him the encouragement to get better. That, of course, was only the tip of the ice berg. He got down to it. "Where's Adam? How is he? Is he okay?"

Dean pulled up a chair beside him and rested a comforting hand on his head. Sam closed his eyes. Dean's hands could be rough. It came with the job. Yet times like these, Sammy could never feel the roughness. It was all gentle. Thats how he always was with him, even the really bad times when all he wanted to do was kick his ass. Sam knew he could do it too. There was just always something holding him back.

"He's 'kay Sammy," Dean assured him.

When Sam opened his eyes the tears came out. "Thank God." Sam said. He still believed.

"Came out fine 'sides a couple of scrapes. Nothin' that won't heal quick." Dean continued with a smile. "Like you."

"You call this a couple of scrapes?" Sam questioned jokingly and gestured to his beat up self all hooked to machines.

"Yeah," was Dean's answer. "He's been worried sick 'bout ya Sam."

Sam caught what was coming in Dean's voice. He recognized it from years of his own experience and Dean's. Adam had blamed himself for what had happened. "Worried or guilty?" he asked Dean.

"Both." Dean answered honestly.

Sam smirked. "Like you?" The guilt riding in his older brother's green eyes were hard to miss.

"Is there an echo in this room or somethin'?" Dean asked.

"It's not your fault either Dean."

Dean felt like it was his cue to leave. He got up. "I'll send Adam in. I'll force him in if I to."

Adam put up a fight too. Sammy could hear him. "Dean, no way. Come on man! Send Bobby in. Bobby you want to see him? Cas?" Adam came in with a force of Dean Winchester behind him.

Sam tried hard not to laugh. It hurt when he did. Dean had that effect on him. His laughter died down when Adam was before him. The awkwardness was thick. One couldn't cut through it with a stake. Sam seeing Adam before his eyes, okay, walking, talking, and fighting was all he needed. Sammy let out a long sigh of a relief.

Adam wanted to through his arms around his big brother, but was scared to make a move. Sammy had to force him over like Dean had to get him in here. "Adam, come here." That wasn't a request, or a question. It was a demand.

Adam hesitantly made his way towards Sam's bed side. He could see where Dean had been thanks to the misplaced chair all out of whack. When he sat down, he broke down. Adam couldn't meet Sam's worried big brother gaze. So, he ducked down and buried his head into his chest and put his arms around his shoulders ever so careful so not to hurt Sammy any further. Sam tried not to wince. He knew Adam would pull away due to a guilty conscious that he shouldn't have. It did pain him a little with Adam's weight on him like it was. He bared it.

"I'm sorry Sammy," Adam cried into Sammy's hospital gown. "I'm really sorry."

If it was one thing that the Winchesters were known best for it was The Blame Game. They were the worlds best players.

"You're not a bitch either," Adam continued tearfully.

Sam couldn't help but chuckle at that one. "Dean would have to argue about that one Adam." He said and leaned his chin on Adam's blond hair in a loving manner. He even snuck a light kiss on Adam's head. It was probably too light for Adam to feel it but that was okay. He knew he did it. Unlike Dean, Sam lived for the "chick flick moments". He couldn't get enough of them because Sam never knew when his number was truly up. Sam would soak them all in.

"I mean it Sam," Adam said as he pulled out from under his big brother's chin. This time he forced his eyes into Sam's gaze as he asked: "Can you ever forgive me?"

"Adam, I'm not going to forgive you."

Adam felt his heart and feet sink out from under him.

Sammy shook his head. "How can when there is nothing to forgive you for?"

"But what I said, the way I left, the accident..." Adam left it off.

"Hey, sometimes shit happens," Sam quoted Dean on that one. "As for what you said, don't worry about it Adam. I hate to break it to you, but thats how brothers are. I know you're not use to it yet, it's true though. You should see how Dean and I are."

"You guys fight?"

Sam laughed at that question. "Hang around long enough, and you'll find out."

"I don't plan on going anywhere." Adam promised Sammy. He liked having brothers, even Dean who was a real pain in his ass.

"You better not." Sam warned him.

Outside, Bobby was waiting for his turn while Dean was talking to Cas. "You'll be able to heal him right?"

"I wish I could, but I can not." Cas answered.

"Why?"

"He was not hurt by any supernatural circumstances," Cas explained. "Besides Dean, he is all ready here. If I did heal him, and he just walked out of here... There would be questions."

Dean sighed. "Dammit,"

"However, there may be something I can do after he does some healing of his own and when are back at Bobby's."

That made Dean smile. Cas was hoping for it.

Bobby was getting anxious. He knew Adam needed his time with his brother, but he wanted to see Sam too. Dean could see Bobby out of the corner of his eye. He laughed. It looked like it was Adam to come out before the doctors said that visiting hours would be up. Dean didn't want Bobby to miss his turn with Sam.

Dean peaked his head into Sam's room. "Adam, c'mon. Time's up."

"Aww!" Adam groaned.

Sam laughed.

"Can we come back and see him tomorrow?" Adam asked Dean.

"Maybe, if yer good." he teased. It would be the first thing they would do.

"All yers Bobby!" Dean declared as he pulled Adam back with him and Castiel.

"Hey Sam," Bobby greeted. "How ya feelin'?"

"Oh, like I got run over by a truck." he kidded. "I guess in this case, car."

Bobby laughed. "Ya know ya have the two most stubborn brothers in the world right?" he asked. "If they weren't trying to kill each other, they were having a blaming contest. Geez, what is it with ya Winchesters and guilt? Not ever thing is yer fault dammit."

Sammy shrugged. "I'm just glad Adam is okay."

"I'm glad all ya idjits are 'kay," Bobby corrected him with a smile. "Well, physically anyway, can't say much fer brains though."

"Hey, Adam and I did go to college!" Sammy came to his and his baby brother defense.

"That don't mean nothin'." Bobby teased. "Anyway, jest get some rest 'kay? We'll probably be around in the morning."

"Thanks Bobby," Sam said as he walked out.

"Do you want to see him Cas?" Dean asked.

"No, he needs his rest." Castiel answered him. "I will see him plenty when he comes home."

TBC...