Disclaimer: I do not own the boys or any of their stuff

Dean is 17 and Sam is 13

Dean could hear everything around him. He listened to his dad beg and order him to wake up but his lids just seemed too heavy. As he started to flicker his eyelashes he heard the fight start. He heard the screaming between the two people he loved most and thought about how many times he had heard it before. He thought of always being stuck in the middle or asked to pick sides and his eyelids suddenly seemed a ton. Dean was tired. Tired of choosing and arguing, and tired of being stuck in the middle. If he ever broke their fights up he was the bad guy and either his dad was upset or his little brother hated him. He wanted to wake up and go back to them but he was just too tired.

"No he's losing his life because he was protecting YOU!" John screeched from beside his unconscious body.

'Dad why did you have to say that?' Dean groaned inwardly as he pictured Sam's distraught face.

"Well that was your order too." Sam snapped from a little further away before the sound of stomping feet was parading Dean's thoughts.

'Oh Sammy your killing me here, well that was a bad choice of words, maybe it's better I can't talk.'

"Please wake up son, I don't know what to do." Dean could almost see his father's grieving face as he begged for Dean to wake. Then it seemed so clear, he could see his father's face. How did that happen?

"Dean? Dean?" John grinned gleefully reaching for the call button and his eldest simultaneously. Dean could feel as a rush of cold shivered his spine and all that was in front of him was black. He could feel hands and hear shouting but it all seemed so far away. And Dean was so tired.

~SUPERNATURALLOVERJA~

Sam watched silently from the threshold of the room as he saw the nurses and doctors rushed into the cramped space. He knew that there was shouting and the ever steady drone of the heart monitor but he was listening through deaf ears. He didn't even realize he had been holding his breath until black spots were dancing in his vision. It took him a moment to decide that he needed to breathe, after all if Dean wasn't breathing why should he?

Beep…beep…beep…

"We got him back," was the first thing that raddled Sam's brain. The doctors and nurses slowly cleared, except for one. A stiff middle aged woman stood beside John with a grim line for a mouth. Her hair was grayed beyond her years and disheveled from the sudden rush. Sam pressed his now working ear closer to listen to the saddened woman.

"Mr. Cage, have you heard the full extent of your son's injuries?"

"No ma'am all I've heard is he probably won't…wake up."

"I am Doctor Marrow, one of Dean's doctors…"

"He has more than one?"

"Your son's body has received a lot of damage, Mr. Cage. After this episode we now believe thatnot only is he not going to wake but his body will most likely give out."

"No, Dean is strong he can make it through this…"

"Mr. Cage please understand, your son has received extensive damage from that fall. He has a severe concussion and crack in the back of his skull. There is a tear in his spleen which we have had to remove, a laceration to his stomach that has been fixed, he has four broken ribs one of which punctuated his lung , his pelvis is shattered on the left side, his arm is broken in two places, and his shoulder was dislocated. As you can see it is a miracle your son is alive at all let alone waking up again. It is also my job to inform you that your son is now on life support. I am very sorry Mr. Cage but I think the best option is for you to say your goodbyes and call your family." The woman looked away at the end of barrage and a flicker in her fingers looked as if she might reach out but she quickly decided against it and walked away, sparing a glance at the too young man on the stark white hospital bed.

John looked to his vulnerable eldest on the bed and swallowed back his tears. Tubes and wires covered most of his broken body but the cast was still visible. Dark rings sat shadowed under his long lashes and his freckles stood out more than they had in Mary's arms about 15 years ago but he wasn't ready for Mary to hold him again.

~SUPERNATURALLOVERJA~

The next three days fell into a pattern of waiting and hateful glares. Sam refused to speak to John and John refused to speak to Sam. Bobby tried his best to stay out of the middle and only checked in once and a while. It was a cycle of silence, beep, cough, silence, ask the doctor a question, beep, silence, and nobody wanted to break it. On the tenth day since Dean had been in the hospital the tension and anger came to a boiling point, all because of a miracle.

Everything was fuzzy at first as Dean opened his eyes but one thing was very clear, there was something in his throat and he wanted it out. Dan groaned and tried to pull his arm up to the vial thing but one arm was hooked up to tubes and wires and the other was oddly heavy. His brother noticed first and quickly pressed the call button as the heart monitor sped up in aggravation.

A nurse rushed in and took in the situation with a gaping mouth, "Sir please calm down."

Dean stopped struggling but still looked up at the nurse wildly gagging on the foreign object, "I need you to breath out and I will remove the tube."

Dean did as he was told and expelled the tube happily. The nurse gave a soft smile off her light pink lips as she looked to the dashing young man. Injured or not he was hot. Dean didn't bother to give off a charming smile to the cute blond nurse and gratefully took the ice chips from his brother.

"I heard you and Dad fighting Sammy."

"Really that's the first thing you want to say."

"First thing that came to mind, you know he didn't mean it Sam."

"Why do you always have to take his side?"

"I'm not it's just…"

"Wait let me guess, he was just stressed or worried. Well what do you think I was Dean? I spend more time with you than the man. If he would stop forcing us to go on this crazy mission of his…"

"First of all he isn't forcing me to do anything and second of all, the crazy mission is finding the demon that killed mom."

"Well if it weren't for stories, which Dad never tells, I wouldn't even remember mom."

"I remember Sam! Not much, but enough to know it wasn't fair that she died."

"So you think that's my fault too? I thought you were at least different in that way from Dad."

"Sam that isn't what I meant and you know it…"

"Do you blame me for being in here too?"

"Dammit Sam no."

"Why do you have to be Dad's little soldier? Don't you have a mind of your own?"

"You don't get it! You don't know what it's like to be stuck in the middle all the time. It rips apart every time you two fight."

"You think it's all that fun for me? Dad never sees my side and you…I'm your brother Dean…"

"And he's our Dad."

"If he can be called that…"

"Don't talk like that Sam, please don't say that."

"That's what I begged 'Dad' when he said you were dying! When I almost lost you because we had to go on this hunt! On this mission!"

"Sam it wasn't the hunt that put me here!" Dean snapped before his brain even registered his words. Sam stood for a moment with a slack mouth and look of disbelief, Dean felt the guilt and pain worming around inside him and just couldn't take that look, "Just go Sam."

Sam opened his mouth as if say something but no words escaped and he rushed from the room almost bowling over his father as he came back with a cup of the sludge they called coffee. John moved fluidly into the room his youngest had just run from and was shocked to be looking straight into two hazel green pools. "Dean."

"Hey dad."

"You had me worried there for a little while."

"So I've heard."

"Why did Sam rush out of here like that?"

"Just a little misunderstanding." Dean lied easily rubbing his free hand over his aching chest. He was already out of breath from that short sentence, probably from the fight earlier.

"Oh," John looked over his son and took in the winces of pain and slightly uneven breathes, "You alright?"

"Yeah just a little sore and tired." Dean breathed out as his entire upper body started to pulsate in pain.

"Of course, you just get some rest. Do you need anything?"

"Can I have some water?"

"Of course I'll be right back." John reassured before moving out towards the nurse's station. Dean rubbed harder at his chest trying pull in more oxygen. He opened his mouth slightly ready to call out but his chest seemed even more strained and he could hear the steady beeps turn slightly uneven. He tried to reach the call button but his free arm couldn't make it and his cast kept his other arm planted on the mattress. He clawed at his chest trying to ease the incredible pressure and burning emanating from his chest and the ache moving through his veins. The beeping turned erratic but everything was already fuzzy to Dean and it sounded like there was cotton in his ears. Everything was slowly moving towards black and he just hoped that somebody would come soon.

John was about to ask the nurse for water when he heard the commotion in his son's room. The beeping was now a screech as nurses and doctors moved into the room his eldest had taken residence in.

"What is going on?" John badgered a younger woman in a lab coat as she moved towards the room around the nurses station.

"Your son is having a heart attack."

"What do you mean my 17 year old son is having a heart attack?"

"Well from what I know and the fight that saw between your sons, I would say that in your son's weaken state the added stress of the fight was enough to push your son's heart too far and give out. Now if you'll excuse me…" John let the woman pass him and turned back to the bustling room. All he could think was once he knew about Dean he and Sam would be sharing some words.