AN: Here's the last chapter! Hope everyone has enjoyed this story!
"How's he doing?" Sam asks, looking over at Cas as Kristen finishes setting up the spell.
"I can barely see him now. And the list of threats on my well-being is… airy," Cas answers with a grim look and his mouth in a frown. Dean had spent the better part of the last hour explaining exactly how he was going to kick his ass and never once was it the same. To say Dean Winchester was pissed was an understatement.
"Are we ready?" Kristen asks as she looks between Sam and Cas.
"As ready as we'll ever be," Sam replies with a grim face. Kristen nods he head and begins saying the incantation.
As Kristen nears the halfway point, she hands Sam a knife and he cuts his first wrist and then, his other. He holds them over the bowl of ingredients and his blood flows into the bowl. Sam begins to feel light headed and Kristen orders Cas to hold him. Cas grabs Sam and holds him upright and his wrists over the bowl. Kristen finishes the spell and the bowl and it's contents goes up in flames.
Sam sees spots float into his vision and everything seems blurry. His body feels far too heavy and he slumps into something soft. He doesn't feel right or smell right; it wasn't Dean. Sam blinks sluggishly and his eyes roam around. They fall on a familiar face and a small smile appears as safety encompasses him. Then, the world goes black.
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Dean watches in horror as Sam goes unconscious, his wrists bleeding the life from him. Moving on instinct alone, Dean rushes to Sam's side, forgetting everything else around him. It isn't until he's grabbing Sam's jacket and shouts his name that he realizes he's back to his normal self.
"Sam! Sammy! Come on kiddo," Dean pleads as he taps his younger brother's face. Sam doesn't even stir and Dean looks over at Cas. "Cas…?"
Cas places his hand on Sam's forehead. A moment passes before he pulls his hand away and looks over at Dean with a frown. Dean's eyes widen and he looks down at his brother.
"We have to get him to the hospital. I have to bind his wrists," Dean says with a shaky voice. Cas watches as Dean fights to keep a strong exterior. Dean quickly wraps Sam's wrists before picking him up and walking towards the garage.
"I'll get Kristen out of here," Cas says as he quickly ushers the young witch towards the stairs.
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"Come on Sammy. Stay with me," Dean begs as he glances between his brother and the road. Dean's right hand is clutching his brother shoulder to help him stay still.
It doesn't take him long to get to the hospital. When Dean gets there, he haphazardly parks the Impala and carries Sam inside. He prays to whomever that he's not too late and that Sam will be fine.
"I need some help! My brother's dying!" Dean shouts with panic. Hospital workers rush over and instantly begin working on Sam and setting him in a bed. Dean reaches up and his hands rest on his head. He feels a prick behind his eyes and his hands drop to his sides. Tears well up in Dean's eyes as he stares after his younger brother.
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Dean is sitting in a chair facing Sam's bed. His elbows are resting on his knees and his hands rubbing through his hair. Cas is standing next to the window, looking out it. He had arrived at the hospital after dropping Kristen off at the bus station (her idea).
"D'n?" Dean head jerks up and his eyes automatically shoot towards Sam's face. Sam's eyes are open and he's looking at Dean tiredly. Dean jumps to his feet and moves over to the bed and rests a hand on Sam's chest. He hears Cas walk over but the angel hangs back slightly. "B'ck?"
"Yeah kiddo, I'm back," Dean says with a small smile and a sigh of relief. "How are you doing?"
"T'red. F'l like I g't hit by a bus," Sam explains with exhaustion. Dean nods his head before his face becomes stern.
"Yeah, well giving up all your blood with do that," Dean says heatedly with a stern look at Sam.
"I w'sn't all…" Sam begins to argue.
"I told you not to do it. I told you it was too dangerous. Dammit Sammy," Dean growls out angrily, his eyebrows pinched together and lips in a thin line. He turns away and runs a hand down his face. Sam knows it's worry and fear that has Dean so angry.
"I'm going to go… wash the impala," Cas says and disappears out of the room. Sam gives him an appreciative look and his gaze follows him out the door before looking over to Dean's back.
"D'n…"
"I almost lost you Sammy. They didn't think you were going to make it," Dean says as his voice cracks. Sam takes a deep breath. He was sorry Dean went through that but he wasn't sorry for what he did. It was the only way to get Dean back and he had to get his brother back.
"I'm fine now," Sam says softly as his energy wanes. Dean finally turns around and looks at his brother. Sam can see the water in Dean's eyes. Dean forces a smile.
"Yeah Sammy you are," he replies as the fight drains out of him. He couldn't stay mad at his brother when Sam looks like death warmed over. Sam's eyes drift close and he falls into an easy sleep. Dean takes a stuttering breath and sinks into the chair once more. I hope you stay that way Sammy, Dean thinks as his hand moves to rub at the Mark of Cain.
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