Sorry that you guys had to wait for the next chapter. RL got in the way. I'm still baffled by all the reviews and followers this story has gotten. I hope you like this chapter.

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Sam woke up startled and immediately started wailing. Nurse Nancy came in and tried to soothe him but it was no use. Sam started screaming for his brother and father. Nancy had no idea what to do. She couldn't touch the boy without him screaming louder. A deep voice from behind him finally got him to settle down. He was still very much upset. Tears were still rolling down his cheek and the hiccups indicated that he was far from calm yet he looked hopeful behind her and she knew that if it wasn't for the IV in his arm, he would've jumped out of the bed.

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Sam had the scariest dream ever. He dreamt that the car crash killed his father and that Dean would never wake up. He just saw the evil police officer make his way towards Sammy and Sam was terrified.
That's how he woke up and then he couldn't find his daddy or Dean and Sam lost it. The nice nurse tried to calm him down but he wanted Dean and daddy. And then he heard it. His dad's voice coming from behind nurse Nancy.

"Sammy, calm down." John said as he walked in the room. He was limping and his head was bandaged. Sam just stared at his father. The occasional hiccups and hitches in his breathing gave away the boy's anxiety level. John sat on the edge of the bed and Sam buried himself in John's arms. John winced from the pain but reveled in the feeling of holding his youngest again.

"Can I see Dean now?" Sam asked through the hiccups. John smiled.

"Sure kiddo." John said as he looked at nurse Nancy. She nodded her approval and took out the IV.

"Ow." Sammy yelped but didn't cry although he did have tears in his eyes but they never fell. Nancy walked away and came back with a wheelchair. His dad was keeping him close to this chest.

"It's okay. He doesn't need a wheelchair." John said. Nancy smirked.

"The wheelchair is for you Mr. Winchester. You are injured and need to stay of your feet. So hop on in and I will take you to Dean." John sighed. There was no way in hell, she would ever let him walk out of Sam's room so dejectedly he sat down in the wheelchair. She wheeled them to Dean's room and parked him next to the bed. Sam immediately climbed on Dean's bed.

"Press the button if you need anything." John nodded and thanked her before turning his attention on his kids. He had been waiting by Dean's side since they patched him up. John had been unconscious for a while and after receiving some pain medication he slept till the next morning. They didn't want to put Sam in the same room because of Dean's condition. John was torn. He wanted to be with Sam but he also wanted to be Dean. In the end, Nancy had promised to keep an eye on Sam and that was the only reason why he was waiting by Dean's side, waiting for him to wake up. It was the right decision because no more than five minutes later Dean had opened his eyes. No more than five seconds but those five seconds felt like the world to John. He made sure that they kept him informed about Sam but in the end it wasn't necessary, because Sam had definitely made it known that he was awake again. He had been worried about Sam, especially when his son wasn't reacting to anyone. John had been terrified but they said that there was nothing physically wrong with him. Except for the bruises. They said that it was just shock and they ended up giving him a sedative to help him sleep.. John looked at his boys. Sam was intensely staring at Dean, almost willing him to wake up with the power of his mind.
He could hear footsteps in the hallway, immediately tensed and reached for the knife. Somehow he knew it wasn't hospital staff. He kept his eyes on the door opening and was relieved to see that it was Bobby.

"Bobby?"

"How are ye doing?" Bobby asked him.

"I've been better. What are you doing here?" He looked at the bag that Bobby carried with him.

"Ye called me. Babbling about a shifter and Dean in the hospital. You told me where you were staying and the next thing I know someone is telling me that you passed out 'cause you were in a car accident. I went to your motel and took out all the stuff. It's in my trunk. These are fresh clothes and a few accessories." John stared at Bobby, unable to process what Bobby told him.

"I don't remember calling you. But thanks Bobby." John said. John was scratching his head. The last thing he remembers was arriving at the hospital. He frowned not sure if he believed it.

"You got silver?" Bobby asked. John shook his head.

"Not on me. But I do have a few things in the duffel." Bobby handed John the bag and John immediately pulled out the silver knife. "You know the drill, Bobby."

"Come on, John. It's me."

"I can't take any chances, not with my boys." Bobby nodded and rolled up his sleeve.

"Fine, give me the damn knife." Bobby took the knife and held it against his skin.

"Bobby."

"Fine." Bobby cut himself and John was relieved that Bobby was Bobby.

Sam had heard a familiar voice but he was focusing on his brother. There were a few things different. Dean was no longer sporting the tube shoved down his throat nor did he have a tube coming from his side. Sam was watching his brother like a hawk. And then he saw it. The fluttering of the eyelids. Just like Dean always did before he woke up. Sam leaned even closer. He was so close that his nose nearly touched Dean's cheek.

"Do you mind keeping an eye on Sam while I slip on something more humane." John said and Bobby laughed at the joke and nodded to John. He was looking at Sam and decided to see if he could get a reaction from the boy.

"Hiya Sam, how are you feeling?" Bobby asked Sam but Sam didn't acknowledge Bobby. He was staring at his brother, willing him to open his eyes. Sam lifted his hand and touched Dean's cheek with his index finger.

Dean turned his head to Sam's face and struggled to open his eyes. When he opened his eyes he looked straight into Sam's worried hazel eyes.

"Dean?" Sam's voice was quiet and nothing more than a whisper.

Dean was looking at Sam and had trouble coming up with an explanation as to why he was feeling so crappy. Then he noticed the bruise on Sam's face. His heart was racing. Sammy got hurt?

"Y'ok?" It was a hoarse whisper and Dean furrowed his brow when hearing his own voice. What the hell happened?
Bobby saw everything and wasn't surprised that Dean was more concerned about his little brother.

Sam smiled at him and if he didn't know better he'd say that Sammy was close to crying. Dean turned his head and saw Bobby standing there. That struck Dean as odd. Where was dad?

"How are you feeling, kid?" Bobby asked him.

"Da'd?" Dean sounded so weak and Bobby actually winced at the sound of his voice. He poured Dean a cup of water and pressed the call button. John walked in, dressed in his normal clothes, limping and still sporting the bandage around his head.

"Dad." John thought that he would die right there and then. He made his way over to the bed.

"Hey kiddo, good to see you awake. You gave us quite a scare. How are you feeling?" And Dean actually had to think quite long and hard about that question. How was he feeling? He could feel a twinge of discomfort but he wasn't feeling any pain. Maybe that was the reason why his dad was asking him. He tried to grab the cup but his arm was heavy and he had trouble getting the damn limb to cooperate. Sam was still watching Dean and how many times had it been the other way around? Sam grabbed the cup and guided it to Dean's mouth. Dean took a sip, happy for the cooling effect on his tender and sore throat. After one sip he shook his head. He looked at his dad. Looking for answers and noticed that his father was injured as well.

"Dad?" John knew what Dean was asking but John couldn't tell him. Not yet anyway. The doctor came in.

"Good to see you awake. How are you feeling?" Seems like everyone was asking that question and Dean still had no answer. The doctor took out his penlight and gave Dean a thorough examination.

"How is your head feeling?" The doctor finally asked.

"Fine." Dean answered.

"Dean." Came John's warning tone. He knew Dean had a knack of playing down all injuries.

"Really dad. I don't feel much of anything." Dean said honestly.

"Hmm, maybe we should dial back on the pain medication." The doctor moved to Dean's feet. He grabbed Dean's big toe. "Can you feel that?" Dean nodded. The doctor did the same with his other foot and then moved to his arms. His left arm was fine but his right arm felt extremely heavy.

"We are going to schedule you for another scan. Just take it easy and plenty of rest. Same thing goes for you Mr. Winchester. You are also suffering from a concussion not to mention the bruising to your leg and abdomen." John rolled his eyes at the doctor.

"Sure thing, doc." The doctor motioned for John to follow him. Dean yawned. He was pretty tired but Sam's expression told Dean how serious things were and he wanted to make it right for Sam. He didn't want Sam to worry about him. He put his arm on Sam's head and kept his eyes open but his dad saw him yawn and struggle.

"Sleep Dean. It's okay." But Dean looked at Sam. "We're not going anywhere." John added. Dean's eyes closed on their own accord.

"M fine, Sammy." Dean whispered as sleep claimed him. Sam decided to lay down next to Dean. He was facing Dean and his nose was almost touching Dean's. John smiled when he saw Sam fall asleep as well.

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