"No. You're lying! It's not true! Tell me it's not true!"

"I am so sorry, Dean." My dad replied.

I feel guilt. How could I say that to my brother. That could be the very last thing I said to him. He could die thinking I hate him.

No! Sam is not going to die. He is the strongest kid I know. I mean I raised him. I know everything about him! I know he s strong enough to fight this. To come back to us. To come back to me. He knows if he doesn't I will bring him back and kill him and then bring him back again just for him to learn not to mess with me.

"Why haven't you been with him!? He needs someone!"

"Dean, I have two sons. I've been back and forth. I need to watch out for both of them."

"Sam, needed you more!" I yell, but then let it drop. No point in yelling now. Sam didn't need dad anyway. They always fight. He needed me. More than anyone. I know that. He needed me to help bring him back. Even if I made a mistake. A big mistake. I can take it back. Apologize to him. Sam was always the forgiving one. He'll know I didn't mean it. "Let me see him."

"Dean, that's not a good idea."

"Let me see him, Dad!"

"I'll have to talk to the nurse. I'm not sure if they want you moving yet."

"Does it look like I give a crap what they think? I will be seeing my brother no matter what. They can't stop me dad!"

"Okay, Dean. Trust me, I know. Just let me talk to them first. Alright?" I could tell that dad just wants to talk to them so I don't hurt myself more, but I don't care about me. Sam needs me more. He needs me with him.

"You have ten minutes tops. Maybe less."

Dad just rolls his eyes, knowing that he can't fight me when it comes to Sam.

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3 minutes later...

Okay I was when I said 'maybe less'. I can't wait anymore. I was starting to climb out of my bed when dad came barging in.

"Dean!"

"Dad, I said, 'maybe less'."

"You're going to be the death of me, son."

Just then I saw a nurse walk in behind him with a wheel chair.

"No, dad! I am not getting in that thing!"

"Well, that thing is the only way you are going to be able to see Sam. So, you either get in it and you see Sam or don't and you stay here."

I sigh. "Fine, bring it over."

Soon we are about to walk into Sam's room when my dad steps in front of me. "Dad!"

"Dean, all I am going to tell you is that you need to prepare yourself. Sam doesn't look good."

"Okay."

"Alright, let's go in."

Saying 'Sam doesn't look good' is an understatement. He is pale with a bunch of scratches and dad left out the part where he had a broken leg. My little brother should not be looking like this. It should be me not him.

I slowly wheel up to him. I get as close as I can. "Hey, Sammy. I'm here now. You don't have to worry anymore. You can come back to me now. Stop being a drama queen, I get it, Sam. I shouldn't say things like that. I learned my lesson, so wake up and do something about it. Don't through a temper tantrum."

No response.

"C'mon, Sammy. Please. I am so, so sorry. I didn't mean a word I said. I promise. Just wake up and I can make it up to you.

Still no response.

"Sammy, please." I feel my eyes burn, but I blink my eyes fast to get it to stop. "Alright, I give. You can stay here longer. I give you my word. No matter what the hunt is. I'll stay here with you."

Nothing.

"Alright you can be stubborn, but just so you know I am not going anywhere, little brother. I will be here no matter what. Every step of the way. And my handsome face is the first thing you are gong to see when you wake up."

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3 days later…

Well, Sam still hasn't woken up, but I have kept my promise. I have been by his side the whole time. No matter who has tried to talk me out of leaving and getting some rest or cleaning up. Nope. I am with Sam. I will always be with Sam.

I talk to Sammy everyday because I need him to hear me. Need to show him that I am there. That I didn't mean what I said. That I need him in my life. More than anyone.

Dad is mostly by his side. He only leaves to eat, get coffee, or take a shower at a motel or something. Dad always brings me food back, but I don't really eat anything of it. How can I when my little brother is fighting for his life? You can't. I can tell he is worried, but I'm more worried about Sam.

After another long day of trying to wake Sam up, I drifted off to sleep. I didn't mean to, but it happened. I haven't fallen asleep yet because I wanted to be awake when Sam woke up, but, of course, I feel asleep.

I was in a deep sleep until I felt the small hand in mine twitch. I went from deep sleep to wide awake.

"Sammy?" I whisper. "Sammy, it's me. I'm here. You can wake up now."

I was starting to think I hallucinated the hand twitch, but then I saw Sam's eyes flutter.

"That's it, Sam. C'mon. Wake up. Dad and I have been waiting for you."

With some more encouragement, Sam opened his eyes within the next few minutes. The first thing Sam saw when they opened was me.

"Hey, little brother." I said with a smile. Sam looked up at me confused and scared. I saw that dad was already up. He must've hear me talking to Sam. "Dad, maybe you should get a doctor?"

"Good idea." My dad said with a nod and walked out the room to get one.

I turned my attention back to Sam, who was looking around the room. "Hey, Sam?"

His face turned back to me.

"How are you feeling? Do you need something? Do you remember what happened?"

Sam said nothing.

"Sam, talk to me here, buddy."

Sam still said nothing.

"Please, kiddo." I begged.

"I'm sorry, do I know you?" Sam said, and then my heart dropped to my stomach.

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