Oops...I forgot to mention that all medical stuff are solely my creation. I'm not a medic and I have no idea how accurate the injuries are. I only own a medical encyclopedia and google :)

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John, Bobby and Sam were forced to leave the hospital that evening. John nearly lost it. Of course if you'd ask Bobby he'd tell you that John indeed lost it and if it wasn't for Bobby they would've called security or worse, the cops. Sam had remained standing next to Dean. His eyes fixed on his brother, willing him to wake up and open his eyes. Bobby eventually managed to calm John down and they left. They went to the No-tell motel John was staying at and John took Sam to bed. He stayed with Sam until the teen fell asleep. Talking nonsense but his voice enough to lull him to sleep. John carefully extricated himself from Sam's grip and grabbed two beers from the fridge. He walked to the couch and handed one to Bobby.

"He asleep?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, for now." John answered as he sat down. He was weary beyond exhaustion. His arm was hurting and he knew he was over doing it but it was all he could do for now.

"How's the arm?" Bobby asked.

"Still there. Hurts like a bitch." John said as he flexed his arm.

"Maybe you oughtta wear the damn sling." Bobby commented. John shook his head.

"I need my arm, Bobby."

"You stubborn idjit. That sling is there to make sure you keep your arm." Bobby said with no heat in his words.

"I know." John sighed. "Thanks for being here." John murmured.

"Don't mention it." Bobby said.

"I almost lost them Bobby. It was so damn close. Hell Dean is still hanging by a thread." John said as he took a swig from his beer.

"They're still here. Dean's a tough one. He'll get better. Damn kid is just as stubborn as you are. And don't worry about Sam. He'll be fine." Bobby looked at John and saw that John was barely keeping it together. He knew that it was part exhaustion, part anger and a whole lotta guilt that made him feel this way. He also knew that no matter what Bobby said it wouldn't help. Only his boys could do that. He watched as John's eyes fell close and the grip on the bottle of beer loosened. He quickly grabbed the bottle and put it on the table.

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Back at the hospital

Dean was creeping closer to consciousness. Every now and then he would pick up sounds. Sometimes feelings but mostly just noises. He was still detached from his body, at least that's what it felt like. He'd sometimes hear his father or Sammy but also voices he didn't recognize. It never lasted longer than a few seconds but Dean really wanted to wake up. The times that he heard Sammy, his voice sounded weird and Dean wanted to make sure that his little brother was alright because that was his job. Look after Sammy. He tried to open his eyes but fell asleep at the first try.

No one noticed the struggle of the young man occupying the room. So nothing seemed out of place. Yet nurse Kathy Briggs felt something shift in the room. She looked around the room and lastly at the patient. Despite the bruising and swelling, she could see his handsome face. He had really delicate features for a young man but it only enhanced his fine facial features. Those lips, jawline. The only thing Kathy didn't know was the color of his eyes. His sandy colored hair made her wonder if he had brown eyes or green. Somehow she just knew that it wasn't blue. His little brother had hazel eyes and every time she saw the boy she had to do a double take. Green or blue, like his eyes couldn't decide what color they wanted to be. His father's eyes were brown and she wondered what color eyes his mother has. Or had. She knew that the only the father was here along with an uncle but she had no idea where his mother was. She focused back on the readings from the machine and wrote them down. She studied his face and for a second she thought she saw something. After a few seconds she walked away, having noticed nothing different or out of the ordinary.

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Motel

"DEAN. DAD!" Sam yelled in his dream. He was dreaming that he was back in that abandoned building. Chained to the wall and deprived of hearing.
"DAD. DAD. DEAN! DEE!" Sam was looking around but couldn't see much. From the corner of his eyes he spotted something on the ground. He squeezed his eyes to get a better look. He recognized the clothes and shook his head.
"No no no. Dean. Dean wake up. Dean please help me. DEAN!"

John was rudely awakened by a screaming Sam. He rushed into the bedroom and found Sam in the middle of a nightmare. He was trashing around with his head, kicking and punching, blankets lying on the floor.
"Sam, wake up buddy." John gently put a hand on Sam's shoulder and gently shook him.
"NO!" Sam startled awake and started sobbing.
"Sam, what's wrong?" John asked.
"He's dead." Sam sobbed. John was confused.
"Who is, Sammy?"
"D-Dean. He-he killed 'm." Sam stuttered between breaths. John took Sam in his arms.
"No buddy. Dean is in the hospital." But Sam was inconsolable.
"John, can I help?" Bobby asked.
"I don't know what to do." Sam was border lining hysterical. He kept repeating Dean's name over and over again.
"Maybe we oughtta take him to the hospital. Maybe seeing Dean will help him." John just nodded. Sam's crying cut right through his heart. He looked at his watch 2 a.m. They would never allow it at the hospital. He looked at Bobby.
"We'll make it happen, John. Those damn idjits can't stop us." Bobby said. John nodded his thanks.
"Come on, Sammy. Let's go visit your brother." John said as he let Sam go to grab his jacket and shoes. But Sam didn't acknowledge him nor Bobby. John managed to put on Sam's shoes and get him in the jacket. They walked to the Impala, John hoped that the car would somehow reassure Sam. Bobby drove them to the hospital and they exited the car. Sam had stopped sobbing but tears were still falling from his eyes. They entered the hospital and were greeted by the security guard. Both Bobby and John were relieved and shocked at the same time but didn't think about it. They were relieved that they passed the first hurdle without any problems. John was now somewhat carrying Sam. Too exhausted to care Sam was barely holding on and with each step John ended up carrying more and more of Sam's weight. Bobby thought about grabbing them a wheelchair but he was pretty sure that neither John nor Sam would agree. Though, given Sam's current state of mind he'd probably wouldn't even be aware. They reached the ICU without a hitch and Bobby checked the corridors and the nurses' station. He saw no nurses and they quickly slipped inside Dean's room.

"Look Sammy, Dean is alive." John told his youngest. Sam lifted his gaze and it landed on Dean's face.
"Dean?" Sam whispered.
"Yeah buddy. Dean is right here." John said as he guided Sam closer. Sam grabbed hold of Dean's blanket and fisted the blanket in his hand while he grabbed Dean's hand.
"De, wake up please?" Sam whispered hoarsely. The tears kept falling but Sam made no effort to wipe them away. He hoped Dean would wake up and kick him for the chick-flick moment.

Dean could hear Sam's voice. He sounded weird. Hurt and something else and it went straight to Dean's heart. He had to wake up. He had to take care of Sam. So he fought through that cotton wool feeling. He focused on moving his hand.
Another tear fell from Sam's eye and landed on Dean's hand.

Dean felt something wet hit his hand and he knew. He knew that he had to wake up. So he fought even harder. He wiggled his fingers. Sam felt Dean's hand move.
"De?" Bobby nudged John and John looked at Bobby.
"What?" John asked. Bobby pointed at Sam and John's eyes widened.

Dean was struggling to open his eyes and he could feel Sam tighten his hold on his hand. It anchored him and gave him that last surge of energy he needed to cut through that wool. He finally managed to open his eyes. He tried to talk but found that he couldn't. Something was obstructing his airway and he was starting to panic. John noticed and forced Dean to look a him.
"It's okay Dean. It's there to help you." But Dean was shaking his head. His heart rate was starting to climb and so was his blood pressure. Bobby pushed the alarm button just as the alarm started wailing.

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Kathy Briggs was nursing a cup of coffee when an alarm went off. She glanced at the monitors and stopped at the one making all that noise. She read the room number.
"That's Dean Barton's room." She whispered to herself. Kathy put down her coffee and told her colleague where she was going. She was surprised to see Dean's family there.
"What's going on?" Kathy asked no one in particular.
"Dean's awake and fighting the tube." Bobby told the nurse and Kathy quickly made her way over to her patient. His uncle was right. Dean was desperately trying to get rid of the trachea tube but his father had a hold on his hand and his brother was holding the other.
"Calm down Dean." His father was talking to him but Dean wasn't really listening. Kathy stepped closer and forced her patient to look at her.
"Honey, I need you to calm down." Kathy said to as she pushed his father away.
Dean tried to listen to the nurse but he really needed to get rid of the tube.
"Dean, if you don't calm down, I won't be able to assess your condition. I know that you want to get rid of the tube but I can't do that if you're panicking, okay?" Kathy tried again. Dean nodded and finally calmed down a bit.
"Good." Kathy said with a smile. She quickly read the readings on the machines and then assessed his condition. Again she wrote a few things down.
"Very well. Let me just get the doctor. Please try to remain calm." She told Dean.

Dean nodded again fixed his gaze back on Sam. His little brother looked tired, pale and scared. He wanted to talk to Sam. He wanted to fix it. He needed to fix it. But he couldn't talk. He couldn't ask Sammy what was wrong. What if Sam was hurt? His heart rate started to climb again as well as his blood pressure.
"Dean please calm down." Sam said and Dean deflated on the spot. Sam's voice sounded so wrong. He needed to remain calm for Sam. The kid had tears running down his cheeks. He willed his heart rate back to normal and tried to stay calm.

A few minutes later Kathy came back with a doctor in tow.
"This is Dr. Pitt. He's the doctor on call and he's going to see if you're lungs are strong enough to get back to work again. Nod if you understand. Dean nodded and Dr. Pitt stepped closer to Dean.
"Hello Dean, my name is Bradley." Dean's eyes widened and the doctor nodded. "Yes, I'm not lying and no, we're not related."
Dean tried to smirk but failed miserably with the tube taped to his mouth.
"I can see that you're a real funny guy. Let's see if I can relieve you of that obtrusive tube." Dean tried his best puppy eyed look and the doctor chuckled. "I'm not going to take it out if I feel that your lungs are not ready. So those puppy eyes won't work on me." Brad told Dean. Brad pulled his stethoscope and adjusted the ventilator. He carefully examined Dean. He frowned and the Winchesters were anxious to hear what the doctor had to say.
"So doc?" John asked.
"Well, his lungs are sounding much better but I'd like to keep him on the ventilator for at least another day." The machines started wailing again.
"Dean, please." Sam said but Dean was refusing. He needed that damn tube out.
"Dean, please calm down. If you really want that tube out I will do it but you'll be on extra oxygen for the time being." Dean just nodded. "Nurse, if you could give me a hand." After a few minutes Dean was extubated, had a few sips of water and was left with an oxygen mask. The procedure left him slightly winded and tired as hell. He really had to fight hard to stay awake. But he needed to, for Sam.

Sam kept a close eye on Dean. Dean squeezed his hand. Sam looked him in the eyes. He could see the question in those eyes.
"I'm fine now." Sam said. Dean wasn't sure if Sam was lying but right now he was too damn tired. He just kept staring at Sam. Taking in the fading bruise on his cheek. The lip was almost healed but Dean could see it. He'd find out what happened to Sam. After he took a nap.

John watched as they pulled out the breathing tube. He was scared as hell when all the machines were wailing again. He should've known that Dean would be his stubborn self. Although John had to admit that seeing Dean off the vent was lifting his spirits. Of course he was still worried. Dean was still too pale and those bruises still stood out just a little too much. At least the swelling on his eye had gone down enough so that Dean could open both eyes. They weren't sure if there was any damage to the eye. At first glance they said that everything looked fine. There didn't seem to be any optic damage but they had to wait till Dean was conscious for them to take the other tests.
"I have one question, though" Doctor Pitt started.
"Shoot." Bobby said.
"What the hell are you guys doing here? I mean, it's way past visiting hours."
"Sam had a nightmare and thought that Dean didn't survive the attack. I thought it would help him if he could see that Dean was doing alright." Dr. Pitt just nodded.
"It can't be easy." Brad said.
"No, it's not. But it will get better once Dean is back on his feet." John said. He truly believed it. Dean was the only who could fix Sam. Just like Sam was the only one who could fix Dean. He looked at his son again and saw that Dean had drifted off again.

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Yeay Dean is awake :D...so what's left you ask? Well, Dean's not an easy patient and Louis Stephenson isn't just going to stop now

So stay tuned (: