"Hi, can I ask you something, umm, Kate?" Bobby asked the nurse behind the desk as he tried to read her name.

"Sure. What can I do for you, Mr. Singer?"

"I want you to call someone for me. Well, actually it's for Dean. I want you to call his brother. He doesn't answer me; he'll hang up if he hears my voice. Family issues, you know." Bobby tried to smile.

Kate nodded her head in understanding. "I understand. It happens. What do you want me to tell him?"

"Just the truth. I'll give you the number and you tell him how his brother is. Tell him about- that-.. You know?"

"Yes, I know. Call him and pass me the phone." Kate offered him the phone.

Bobby silently dialed the number and passed the phone back. "His name is Sam. Just don't mention my name, please."

Kate smiled and nodded again before starting to talk to the one on the other side of the line. "Hi, is this Sam?"

"Yeah?" Sam answered with uncertainty. "Who's this?"

"This is Kate Sanders, I'm calling you from the Spearfish Regional Hospital. It's about your brother, sorry, he's-"

"Hospital? What's it? What's happened to Dean?"

"Sir, could you please calm down? I'll tell you all about him."

"Sorry, go on. What's it. He's not dead, is he?"

"No, not-" she caught herself a little too late; Sam had heard the unsaid 'yet'. "His condition is critical, we think it's good if he has his family around." she finished.

"What happened?"

"He's been attacked, but I cannot tell you more behind the phone. Now if you could get here-"

"I'll be there as soon as possible. You said Spearfish?"

"Yes."

"I'll take the next flight. I'll be there in no time. Just please, don't let him-" he couldn't finish his sentence.

"We're trying our best and he's holding his own pretty good, considering his injuries and condition. I'll see you soon, I assume."

"Yes, yes. I'm coming. Thanks for calling me."

"I just did my job." Kate said and finished the call.

Bobby smiled. "Thank you, Kate. You've no idea how much you just helped Dean."

"I'm glad. I just hope he gets better and this wasn't a call to bring his brother here to say goodbye."

Bobby sighed and offered a faded smile before returning to Dean's room. Calling Sam had went better than he thought. He was glad he hadn't tried to call Sam, himself.

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Sam wanted to kick himself; wanted to yell at himself; to hit himself so hard that he would never forget the pain ever again.

He knew something was wrong. He had a bad feeling for days, now. It actually started with Bobby's visit, but he demised it, then; telling himself that Bobby's word had affected him, even though he didn't want to admit it.
He didn't want to be the one going back, he wanted Dean to wait. And finally when Dean had called him a few days back, the churning in his stomach had gotten worse, but instead of talking to Dean, he had chosen the way that he was so accustomed to. He had hung up on his brother and now he couldn't help but to feel guilty and responsible for Dean's critical condition.

Dean had called him and he had hung up. Maybe he could get him some help sooner if he hadn't been such a spoiled brat.

Damn, didn't Dean and Bobby call him the same thing, before? He felt like a brat. A grown up wouldn't act that way. The unnerving point was that he had realized that Dean was right about killing Amy and that he would've done the same if he was in Dean's place.

But as much as he was sorry for Amy and losing a friend, he was hurt because Dean had went behind his back and that was why he couldn't talk to his brother anymore.

Or at least, it was the reason, at first.

Later he refused to talk to Dean just out of stubbornness and a little shame. He had said things that he wasn't proud of and apologizing wasn't something easy for him. He didn't know why, but he was upset that Dean seemed to be always right. He really wanted to prove himself and it hurt him to see that Dean usually knew better.

He wanted to tell Dean that he didn't mean what he'd said before storming out, two weeks ago.

'Man, has it really been just two weeks? It more feels like two years.'

But he was afraid that Dean wouldn't forgive him. Dean was the most forgiving person he'd ever known, but even he had his own limits and Sam had asked for his forgiveness way too many times.

And the sad thing was that he wanted Dean to apologize, this time; for betraying his trust, even if it was just because Dean wanted to protect him and didn't have any other choice.

So he kept ignoring Dean and went his own way. And now might be too late to fix things.

He felt like he'd screwed up, again and like many other times Dean was the one who was paying the price; writhing in pain alone, like he didn't have anyone to care about him; like he didn't have a brother who'd actually give his life to save him.

The problem was that this brother couldn't express his feeling unless it was anger. He didn't know exactly when he had changed to this new Sam, but he remembered a time when it was so easy for him to talk and show his feelings towards his brother. Sometime he really missed his old self.

No. He wasn't late, he couldn't think like that. He would get to Dean in time and they would somehow get through it. He would find some way. He just needed to get to the hospital and show Dean that he cared; that he wasn't alone in this world. He would tell Dean that he understood why he'd killed Amy and why he'd kept it secret. He owed his brother everything. He'd fix their relationship.

Just if the damn plane would go faster.

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"Hi. Umm, I'm looking for my brother, Dean-"

"Sam?"

Sam turned around to find Bobby standing there with a cup of coffee in his hand. "Bobby? They called you, too?"

Bobby remained silent.

"They didn't call you, did they?"

Bobby shook his eyes. "I was the one who brought him in. I asked the nurse to call you. I wasn't sure you'd answer if you heard my voice."

That made Sam drop his head. "I know. I'm sorry." And then he looked up sharply. "How's Dean? Where is he? What happened?"

"He's in the Intensive care. Come with me. I'll tell you everything."

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Half an hour later, Sam silently walked into the room that was holding Dean inside. Dean was lying on his left side, facing the door. His eyes were closed and lines of pain were obvious around his eyes and his mouth.

"Dean." Sam whispered, not expecting Dean to open his eyes at his voice.

Dean narrowed his eyes and then mumbled something, before closing his eyes again.

Right then Bobby walked into the room. He had decided to let the boys be alone for a few minutes, but he couldn't fight the urge to see Dean for himself.

"Dean." he called when he saw Sam standing by the door, not moving or saying anything.

Dean's eyes opened again, glancing at Sam, he turned his gaze to Bobby. "I think it's getting worse, Bobby."

Sam felt sick. Dean didn't even acknowledge him; he probably hated him. He wasn't wanted there. If he could move his legs, he would've been out of the room in an instant.

"Why?" Bobby's worried voice shook him.

"I think that poison-black-goo thingy is affecting my brain. I'm seeing things."

"What kind of thing?" Bobby approached the bed anxiously.

"Umm, it probably sounds pathetic. But I can see Sam standing there."

Bobby's eye widened at that, before he burst into laughter. It somehow was a bitter laugh, but he also felt relieved that things weren't actually getting worse.

Sam didn't find it funny at all. For him it was like being punched in the stomach. Dean had seen him but he hadn't believed his eyes; he acted like he wasn't real. Damn, his brother thought that he would never show up. Apparently it was easier for him to think that he was hallucinating rather than believing that his brother was really there.

"Shut up, old man. It's not funny." Dean berated.

"Oh, it is funny, since I can see Sam, too. You scared me, Dean."

"Huh?"

"Dean?" Sam called.

Dean looked at him and then back at Bobby. "He's real?"

"Yes, son. Your brother is here. Didn't you want him to come?"

"Yeah, for the last time." Dean murmured.

"Gaah, don't start that bullshit again. Take your time with your brother. I'll be outside, chatting with that cute nurse."

Dean would've taunted him, saying something sarcastic if he wasn't so shocked to see Sam, there. "Sammy?"

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Alright, how was this one? !

Usually, I cannot understand Sam that much! So, forgive me if my reasoning for his behavior doesn't seem right. (It sounds right to me; I can't understand why else he'd act the way he does!)

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Thank you all for your kind words and support. Your comments make my day! ^_^

Dear sarah, Queen Bee and dafnasom thanks for your kind & encouraging words! :D

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