AN: Okay guys, this is the last chapter. Thanks for reading and going on this little journey with me! I had a blast writing it and I hope everyone had a blast reading it! So, without further ado, enjoy!
"Family of Dean Gates?" Sam's head whips up and he all but leaps out of his chair and rushes to meet the doctor.
"Is he okay?" Sam asks his eyes wide and searching.
"He made it through surgery with no complications and the doctors were able to stitch him up. He's in his room now, sleeping," the doctor says calmly, reassuring the man in front of him.
"So, he's okay?" Sam asks, needing to hear the doctor specifically say Dean is going to be okay.
"He'll be in a lot of pain, but yes, he's okay. Would you like to see him?" the doctor answers, keeping his eyes on Sam. Sam nods his head and he follows the doctor down a hallway to a room. "I'll give you two some privacy."
"Thank you," Sam says in a daze. He walks into the room and sees his brother lying on the bed hooked up to the monitor. Sam pulls a chair up and sits down, not liking how still his brother is. He grabs his brothers' hand, feeling the pulse on his wrist. Sam feels his eyes begin to water and he closes them, thinking about how they got out of that building.
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When Dean hadn't responded, Sam quickly felt for a pulse. It was faint but there. Sam picked his brother up and carried him out of the building and set him in the back seat of the Impala. Climbing into the drivers' seat, Sam started the car up and squealed out onto the street, headed for the hospital he had seen on his way into town.
"Come on Dean. Wake up for me man," Sam pleaded to his brother but didn't get any response. Sam coughed and pulled his hand away seeing it speckled with blood. He shrugged it off and looked in the rearview mirror at his brother. There was no change in his condition and Sam looked ahead, seeing the hospital on his right. He pulled up to the emergency entrance and stumbled out of the drivers' seat. Yanking the back door open, he grabbed his brother and carried him inside.
"Help! Somebody help!"
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Sam opens his eyes and looks back at his brother. He gives Dean's hand a gentle squeeze, feeling a tear fall down his cheek.
"Come on Dean. You can pull through this," Sam says, searching his brothers face. Sam rests his head on the bed in front of him and closes his eyes. His breath evens out and he falls into a fitful sleep.
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The first thing Dean notices is the quiet; except for a beeping noise. The next thing he notices is everything smells clean. Hospital. I must be in a hospital. Dean flexes his hands and realizes someone is holding it. Dean blinks open his eyes and looks around, confirming his assumption that he is indeed in a hospital. He hears light snoring and he turns to his right seeing his little brother asleep bent over in his chair, his head resting on his bed and a hand holding Dean's. He seems okay but he won't be sure until he talks to him. Dean moves and feels a sharp pain in his abdomen. He slowly lifts his sheet up noticing the bandage on his stomach. Oh, yeah. Crowley stabbed me. Dean hears movement to his right and he looks over to see Sam beginning to wake up. Sam stirs awake and opens his eyes. He thought he felt movement but isn't going to get his hopes up.
"Hey, S'mmy," Dean says quietly, watching his brother closely. Sam's head whips up and he sees his brothers' eyes are open. Sam abruptly sits up and leans in to his brother.
"Dean. How you feeling?" Sam asks, checking over his brother.
"'M fine," Dean says, looking his brother over again now that he's awake. "You 'Kay?"
"I'm not the one who got stabbed Dean," Sam points out, holding his brothers' gaze.
"Right, but Crowley was treating you like a chew toy before I got there," Dean counters, not backing down from his brothers' gaze either.
"I'm fine Dean," Sam says, putting determination into his voice.
"Good," Dean says, closing his eyes. He hears his brother cough and he opens his eyes to look at him, seeing him wipe a trail of blood off. Dean's eyes widen and he tries to sit up quickly but falls back down, groaning in pain.
"Geez Dean, slow down," Sam says, resting a hand on Dean's shoulder. "You just had surgery."
"You…you were s'posed to be fine after the trials," Dean says, looking over at his brother. Sam has a guilty look on his face. "Sam."
"I kinda haven't said the incantation yet," Sam says sheepishly, trying to make himself look smaller.
"What?! Why not?!" Dean yells at Sam, his eyes wide.
"'Cause I've kinda been busy making sure you haven't died on me Dean!" Sam yells back, a scowl on his face.
"You should've said it Sam," Dean counters, giving his brother a scowl of his own.
"I'm sorry if making sure my brother is alive and okay is more important," Sam snaps back, glaring at Dean. Dean fights the urge to yell at Sam again, but deep down he knows if the roles were reversed he would've done the same thing.
"What happened anyways?" Dean asks, changing the subject, relaxing into his bed.
"Crowley stabbed you and I snuck up behind him. Stabbed him in the neck while you were distracting him," Sam says, watching Dean carefully. His eyes begin to glaze over as he remembers what his brother looked like afterwards. "You…you were bleeding all over Dean."
Dean looks over at his brother and sees the pain and emotion in his eyes. He figured Sam was worried and panicked. Did the first thing that came to his mind, and that was take him to the hospital and make sure he was okay.
"You weren't…you weren't responding man. I sped all the way here. They took you right into surgery," Sam says, trying to force his emotions back down and looks down at the bedsheet in front of him. Dean nods his head.
"It's okay Sammy. I'm fine now," Dean says, assuring his brother, knowing he's still worrying about him.
"Yeah," Sam says, nodding his head and glancing at his brother once again.
"Well, I'm up now so you can go say the incantation now," Dean says, looking over and seeing a hint of fear in his brothers eyes before he quickly covers it up.
"I…uh…I figured I'd just wait till you were able to leave the hospital," Sam stutters out, cursing his fear. Dean studies his brother. He's scared. He doesn't know what will happen.
"Shouldn't take the risk. You should do it now," Dean says, watching his brother. Sam bites his cheek. "What Sammy?"
"I just…" Sam begins but stops himself. You're thirty-one years old for God's sake. You don't need your big brother to hold your hand. After thinking this, he realizes he's still holding Dean's hand and quickly yanks his hand away.
"Just what Sammy?" Dean pushes, watching his brother and ignores the swift drawback of his hand.
"I was kinda hoping you'd be there," Sam says, looking over at his brother. Dean nods his head.
"Okay, well, then, let's go then," Dean says, sitting up, slowly this time.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Sam says, gently, but firmly, pushing his brother back down. "Dean, you're in no shape to be doing anything right now."
"You're still sick Sam," Dean argues, looking at his brother pointedly. "The only way you're going to get better is if you finish this. And, obviously, the only way you'll finish this is if I'm there. So what's the damn problem?"
"You need to stay in the hospital…" Sam begins, concern and worry in his voice.
"Sam," Dean says, looking firmly at his brother. "You can either do the incantation yourself or you can get me out of here and we can do them together. Either way, you're doing them today."
Sam fights a war inside his head, knowing his brother isn't going to give this fight up. Not when it concerns his little brothers' safety. And it's not like they can do it in the hospital. Sam sighs in defeat.
"Fine, but you take it easy and I'm driving," Sam says, getting up and walking out of the room.
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The doctor wasn't happy Dean was signing himself out. He put up a huge fight about it; said Dean needed to stay for observation. In the end, Sam promised not to let Dean leave his bed and that he would bring him to the hospital if anything changed. The doctor still wasn't happy though but he reluctantly let Dean sign himself out.
Sam looks over in the passenger seat and sees his brother sleeping. He'd been sleeping since about ten minutes into the drive. They are going to an open field, hoping no one would notice if anything strange happened. Sam pulls off the road up ahead and parks the car. He opens the door and climbs out, walking around to the passenger side. Dean has begun to stir awake, hearing the drivers' door open and sits up as Sam opens his door. Sam helps him climb out; not without a bunch of complaining from Dean of course, he had to uphold his image and all.
The two hunters walk to the middle of the field and Sam pulls out the sheet of paper with the incantation on it. They look around and don't see anyone, not a single car driving down the road. Sam looks over at his brother, nervous about what might happen.
"Ready?" Dean asks, looking over at his brother, seeing the nervousness on his face.
"Uh…yeah, I guess," Sam says, nodding his head. Dean reaches over and squeezes Sam's shoulder letting him know he's here. Sam begins to read the incantation, finishing it and waits for the usual pain in the arm; he isn't let down. Sam falls to the ground, yelling out in pain as white hot agony flows through his arm. Sam feels his fingers digging into the ground, but he also feels a firm comforting hand on his back too.
"Sammy?" Dean says, to Sam's left. Just as the pain came, it went just as suddenly, leaving Sam breathing heavy.
"'M good. I'm good," Sam says, trying to reassure Dean. He looks over and sees Dean kneeling down next to him. When did he kneel down?
"Come on, let's get you up," Dean says, putting his hands under Sam's arms. Sam nods his head and stands up, helping his brother as he groans in pain. The two brothers look around the field but nothing seems to be happening. "I don't know Sammy. I was kinda thinking there'd be a little more…"
Before he can finish, Dean's cut off by a loud rumbling sound. The wind begins to pick up. Dean and Sam look around, seeing the sky begin to grow dark. They look over at each other, eyes wide, Dean clutching his stomach and Sam his arm.
"I think you spoke too soon," Sam says as the wind blows so hard it almost knocks them over. The brothers' take a couple steps back and they see the ground ahead of them begin to cave in. It's like Lucifer's cage all over again.
Without thinking, Sam grips ahold of Dean's shirt. Feeling this, Dean knows exactly what Sam is thinking. Hell, he was thinking it himself. Dean reaches over and grabs Sam's shirt as well, letting him know he's there and that he isn't going through this alone. They look up in the sky and see a massive black cloud billowing towards them. The Winchester brothers take a few more steps back as they watch the black cloud hover slightly over the hole in the ground. They realize it's not a cloud but smoke. More streams of black smoke begin to fill the sky and congregate together above the hole before them.
After what seems like hours, the smoke begins to swirl into a funnel cloud and delve into the depths of the cavern. They can hear screams and yells coming from the funnel of smoke, none of the demons wanting to go back to Hell for good. Dean feels Sam's grip tighten on his shirt and his own grip matches it.
As the last of the smoke disappears into the abyss, the hole closes up and a bright light shoots up exploding into the sky. Dean and Sam turn away, covering their faces to protect their eyes. When they feel the wind die back down to what it was before Sam said the incantation, Dean and Sam turn back around. Everything looks as if nothing has happened. They stand and stare at the spot on the ground where the hole was.
"I guess it's over," Dean says, waiting for the other shoe to drop.
"Yeah, I guess so," Sam replies, nodding his head. Dean looks over at his brother.
"How d'you feel? You okay?" Dean asks him, studying him. Sam takes a moment to catalogue his body. Truthfully, he hadn't felt better in a long time.
"I feel good," Sam says, catching the disbelief on his brothers' face. "I do Dean. I don't feel tired and I can breathe normal. Don't even feel like coughing."
"Good," Dean replies, nodding his head once. Then, a small smile appears on Dean's face.
"What?" Sam asks, scrunching his eyebrows.
"We did it Sammy," Dean says, his grin growing. "We saved everyone again. Together."
"Yeah, together," Sam agrees, matching Dean's smile with one of his own. "Now we can go back home and you can get into bed."
"Seriously?" Dean whines, a scowl overcoming his face.
"Hey, I promised the doc Dean. It's bad enough I let you do this," Sam says, beginning to walk away.
"Dude, I don't need to lie down," Dean argues, a whine still evident in his voice.
"You're lying down Dean," Sam says firmly. He hears Dean sigh in aggravation.
"Does this mean you're gonna be a mother hen till I'm better?" Dean asks, climbing into the passenger seat of the Impala and looking over at his brother.
"You got yourself stabbed in the stomach Dean. You owe me," Sam says, looking pointedly at Dean.
"It's not like I was like, 'Hey Crowley I'm open. Stab me please'," Dean says, waving his hands in the air.
"Suck it up Dean. It's happening," Sam says, starting up the car and pulling onto the road. Dean slouches in his seat and crosses his arms.
"Fine. Bitch," Dean says, looking out his window.
"Jerk," Sam replies easily. A small smile appears on Dean's face at the old names they haven't used in much too long. And without even looking at his brother, he knew Sam is smiling too.
AN: I have to say that I have always loved the Bitch/Jerk names the boys would say all the time and I miss hearing them horribly. So, I figured it's my story why not end it with them I was really happy and excited with how this ended especially since endings always drive me nuts. Anyways, please review and let me know what ya'll thought of it! Thanks for reading again!
