AN: Goooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! Phew. Things are finally winding down and I have time to write! Yay! I just need to get my focus back as well. Over the weekend I got so busy that my focus flew away! Oh no! Come back focus! Come back! I wanted to get this out last night, but I was pretty tired and my bed calling to me! It was like "Pancake. Come to me. Lay down. Get comfy." So I was like "Beeeeed. You feel like heaven." And I buried myself in my blankets (I'm the type that has to have a blanket when I sleep) and I went night night. So sorry guys. So someone made the suggestion that I start a YouTube channel where I narrate my stories, fanfics and originals. It's a nice idea and I'll definitely keep it under consideration. For now, I'll remain here and posting to Facebook! So how many of you hate me for the last chapter. None? Shocker. Don't worry, y'all know me. I always got an ace up my sleeve! Without further ado let's get going!

SwissPie-OH NOS! Don't worry. I gots a plan! And I has left you speechless again? New record! Lol! Thank you dear!

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Good News and Bad News

Sahara sighed. She worked tiredlessly as she had saved the youngest Winchester. He had coded twice. His injuries are still very grave and Sahara while optimistic there was a chance that Sam wouldn't make it to dawn.

The other thing that was setting Sam back was the injection that the witch gave him to make him into a Hellhound. She tested his blood and she confirmed the substance and it's lethal.

"You're in for a quite the fight Sam. But don't give up. Your family needs you. Especailly that big brother of yours." She whispered gently carding her hand through the pups soft downy fur.

She looked at the clock and realized she kicked Dean out four hours ago. She finished her examination and went to retrieve Dean knowing that he would be very anxious. She opened the door and smiled sadly.

Dean had worn himself out and had fallen asleep in front of the door. She crouched down and gently scratched his ears.

"Dean. Wake up sweetie." Sahara called softly.

Dean made a cute little snuffling sound and blinked owlishly at Sahara. He whined as leapt to his paws.

"Come on. I know you're anxious, but I want you to eat before I let you be with Sam." Sahara said. "No arguments."

Dean's ears flattened but followed the young hunter to the large kitchen. He watched as she prepared him a plate of steaks and a little bit of beef. She set the plate down and watched as Dean began to eat. She filled a water bowl full of fresh water for and set down and he took a drink.

Dean was surprised he was straving. He was so worried for Sam his hunger waned and then vanished. He ate the plate of delicious meat and drank some of the water. He licked his chops and then moved away from the dishes and shook out his fur. He then looked at Sahara pleading with her to tell him if his little brother was alright.

"I won't lie Dean. Sam's condition is so bad, I don't think he'll make it 'til dawn." She said sadly.

Dean growled then whined trying not to sob.

"But I'm optimistic. Sam's fighting really hard." She said.

Dean perked up a little. He still needed to know something. Sahara could see it.

"Sam does have Hellhound in him. But the dose he was given was so low that it wasn't enough to fully change him. The drugs are wearing but it's causing him harm. That's part of the reason why he coded. More than once." Sahara said.

Dean whimpered. His baby coded more than once! He flattened his ears again and whined. His baby was fighting, but he knew he was getting tired and was probably letting go.

"Come on Dean. Let's go keep Sam company." Sahara said softly.

Dean followed and then looked at his tiny baby on the large bed. He whimpered a little. His Sammy looked down right awful.

He gently hopped onto the bed and settled down. He gently licked Sam's ear and nuzzled him a little.

Sahara's heart broke at the sight of the two brothers. Dean acted like more of a father than a brother and looked at Sam like a son more than a little brother. It was the same with her brother. Since after her mother was murdered he acted like more a father to her and treated her like his own child.

Again her heart broke. She prayed to whoever was listening to spare to the youngest Winchester's life. To let him live if not for himself but for his brother. She knew if Sam died, Dean would follow. One couldn't live without the other.

She had seen it before. Two tiger cubs were born conjoined. After she had carefully seperated them, the smaller one, the female, had gotten very sick and died within a few days. The male had sensed his siblings death and soon followed his sister.

'Please. Don't let this one die. Let him live. Let him continue his journey with his brother. Their journey is not yet over. Please Father. I beg you. Spare Sam Winchester.' She begged.

Since Dean was asleep she allowed her damaged wings to show and her scrubs were covered with her holy robes.

'I wish I could heal him but alas I cannot reveal myself. Not yet. It is not the time.' Sahara thought sadly.

She sat back and kept watched over the brothers and she continued to pray to her father to spare Sam.

Whoa! Didn't see that coming did y'all? No? I didn't think so! Sorry to cut it short but I have an early start tomorrow, so it's bedtime!

Until Next Time! *snuggles under my blankets and sighs happily* Warm...zzzzzzzzzz