Sleep seemed like such a kind friend. It was warm and comforting, inviting and even soothing at time. But it wasn't a friend that stayed for long, there was always something made it leave, something to drive that friend away. As Sam laid in bed drifting between the realm of the living and being dead to the world, all the memories began to filter through his exhausted brain. Slowly images of the unholy vampires, the cold damp cellar, and other random scenes of his captive assaulted him all at once.
"Ughhhh…." Sam groaned, as he attempted to shift on the bed. The aches and pain was also beginning to make itself known.
"Woah, woah little brother, where do you think your going?"
"Dean?"
"Yeah Sam, I'm right here."
Dean moved in on Sam effortlessly lifting his baby brother up and allowing him to rest against his chest. He relished in the fact that not only Sam was alive but on the mend. Words couldn't even begin to explain the heartache he felt while Sam was gone. As much as his pain in the but little brother got on his nerves, and fought every command and order that was given to him, Sam was still his responsibility and his life, that became very apparent through this whole ordeal.
"Dean,…I'm sorry….I…"
"Hold up little brother, what on earth do you have to be sorry for?"
"I…I let them get me….I'm so sorry…"
"Sammy, you listen good, this wasn't your fault. You hear me? This was on me and dad. But this will never happen again. We screwed up not you!"
Dean could feel himself loosing it as he spoke to Sam. How on earth could Sam possibly think any of the event that had happened in the past week was his fault!? Sure Dad was hard on him, but certainly even a brainiac like Sam could see that he wasn't at fault.
As Dean pondered the words, he held his brother as close as he dared. He could feel Sam falling back asleep, and knew from the silence some of the words that he had spoke, had to have made some difference, but only time would tell.
-0-
John stood silently outside of the boy's room. He had been outside the door for sometime and heard Sam's sorrow filled apology. Just like Dean, he couldn't believe that Sam believed he was at fault, that there was something he could have done to avoid this whole disaster. The truth was, this was his fault not Deans. He knew Dean would forever look at Sam as his responsibility, but his boys were his responsibility, and lately he had lost sight of that as he got closer to finding the monster that took his precious Mary.
With a deep ache in his heart and look of defeat upon his face, he entered the room to find his two boys lying on top of each other. Both looked down right peaceful and so damn young. He sat in the chair that had been long been abandoned by Dean, and took his spot next to his sons.
As he stared deeply at both his boys dreaming of the life they could have had, he grabbed Sam's limp hand and leaned back into his chair.
"Everything's gonna be just Sammy, we are gonna be just fine, I promise."
