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Hello! Wow, it's been forever. Kill me. I felt bad for leaving this story unresolved, so here I am. By the way, I changed my username. This is still Catherine! Here we go…

Chapter Seven

A few weeks had passed, and Sam was slowly recovering. He could walk around by himself, although Dean would hardly let him. Dean was "fine", as he told the doctors, but they kept a close eye on his injuries as well. Doctor Collins grew closer to the boys, and she was almost sad to see them go.

"Hey, doc!" Dean called to her from Sammy's room as she walked by while talking to a nurse. Collins smiled, whispering to the nurse that she would talk to her later, and came over to Dean.

"Hi, Sam! How are you doing today?" Collins asked, grinning.

"I'm feeling pretty good actually. You've been great, but do you think I'll be able to leave anytime soon?" Sam was excited to leave. Dean was feeling sort of caged in the hospital as well, although everyone was kind and understanding to them.

"Actually, I was going to tell you that you can leave very soon! Your injuries have healed pretty well, and the pulmonary embolism cleared up quickly. You're strong, Sam. Just make sure you don't ignore any symptoms, no matter how trivial they seem. Okay?"

"Great!" Dean exclaimed. "What if something like this happens again, though?"

"Dean-," Sam started.

"Well, lucky for you Sam, you've got big brother Dean to bring you in. Come in if any symptoms reappear." Collins said. She didn't doubt for a second that Dean would let any small symptom pass, even if it was just a coughing fit. "If you want, you can actually leave today. Don't feel rushed to, however! Should you not feel ready, you can stay for another week."

"I think I'm ready," Sam said. "Dean, you good with that?"

"Hell yes." Dean grinned. "I even got Baby out in the parking lot."

Collins smiled. Everyone in the hospital knew about Dean's deep connection with his precious Impala. They knew even more about his inseverable connection with his younger brother.

"Here, just sign these forms and you can leave. Would you like a wheelchair?" Collins asked.

"No, thanks," Sam said, grateful of how kind the doctor had been towards them during their stay.

"Stay safe, you two." Collins reached over, hugging the two brothers.

In the car….

"Sam?" Dean called, one hand on the wheel of the Impala.

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry," Dean said. Although many weeks had passed since Sam first collapsed, he still felt the crushing guilt of not taking care of his little brother.

"Dude, c'mon. I told you; it wasn't your fault." Sam said.

"No, really. Next time something like this happens, I want you slap me hard and tell me to listen. Don't slap too hard though- this face is precious." Dean said, grinning.

"Yeah, well, your nose does need some adjusting." Sam joked.

"Hey!" Dean exclaimed. Sam laughed and turned away, his mind drifting off to the thumping rhythms of Back in Black by AC/DC.

Dean smiled, feeling like a huge weight was lifted off of him. Everything was back to normal now, and maybe even a little bit better.

"It'll be okay, Sammy."

THE END

Holy crap. The writer's block I've had for like 2 years is gone. So, it's done. Wow. Sorry- it's short but I felt that leaving the story like that was better. I hope you guys liked the ending! I'll probably be starting another story, most likely one about Angel!Sam cause that's what I'm obsessed with right now. If you're interested, keep a look out for that story. Thank you for still following this story throughout the years, even with my horrible updating! Love you guys!

~The Angel Called Castiel