AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! I know...I suck...REAL LIFE LIKES TO PUSH MAH FRAKKING BUTTONS! Also, my youngest brother's graduation party is this Saturday, so updates will not happen. Sorry y'all. I know, I know. I'm working back into the groove. Just got to be patient with me a little longer. Summer is around the corner, so I'll be able to update a little more. Hopefully. We'll see. Anyways. THE PLOT BUNNIES HAVE TEAMED UP WITH THE PENGUINS AND MY INK MONSTERS! WHAT THE DUCK?! I'm covered in ink now. Thanks Blinky and Inky. Now I have to do laundry...again...and shower...again...buttholes. Speaking of ink monsters, Bendy and The Ink Machine is amazing! Love the game! I also love the mini comics I've been finding on YouTube. They make Bendy so cute! Wish my ink monsters could stay cute and cuddly. But they grew up into blood thirsty hell beasts. Sigh. They grow up so fast and blood thirsty XD Anywho. Happy Late Memorial Day! Thank you to all who serve and are currently serving. Thank you to all who gave and lost their lives. Y'all are amazing and awesome! Anywhoozle. This story is coming to it's end! It was never planned to be too long, so we're coming to our end. The next story up is...I have no idea. Literally. Y'all go to my profile and pick! There's two stories up you can from. When we left off, it was the dreaded waiting game. Let's see if Sam's alright!

beckini-I frakking love it! Besides, Baby does love her Sam and Sam loves her ;)

StyxxsOmega-Poor baby. He'll be alright! He's Sammy! He's always alright :)

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Brothers In Everything

Dean paced up and down the private waiting room. He looked at the soldiers Sam worked with and they were just as anxious but better at hiding it. Dean paused and sat down as Sam's friends started to speak quietly about Sam, and Dean realized they were more than Sam's friends and coworkers, they were his brothers. It made Dean feel sad. If it hadn't been for the fight, this wouldn't have happened. Dean knew deep down that Sam would eventually leave. The boy wasn't a hunter. Well, he was, but his heart wasn't in it like his. Sam was a free spirit. Like the wolf he wanted run and see where the winds would guide him.

Dean was snapped out of thoughts when he heard his name being called.

"Yeah?" He asked.

"Dean is it? I'm Matt. That's Nathaniel and Mark." Matt introduced.

"Nice to meet you, and yeah, I'm Dean." Dean said.

"It's nice to finally meet you. Sam talks about you like no tomorrow. Missed you something fierce." Nathaniel said.

"He did? How come he never called?" Dean asked.

John felt sick all of sudden and decided it was time Dean knew the truth. "It's my fault Dean."

Dean turned to his father. "What do you mean?"

"Sam did call. I answered your phone and told him he was dead to us and never to call again." John said feeling lower than a snakes belly.

"YOU WHAT?!" Dean roared.

"I-" John didn't have a chance to reply before a doctor with blood covered scrubs came in.

"Sorry to interrupt gentlemen. I've come bearing news on young Samuel." She said.

"Sam." Dean said.

"Excuse me?" She asked.

"Sam. He doesn't like Samuel." Dean said.

"I see. Very well. I'm Dr. Serenity Le Lune. I performed Sams surgery and will be his main physician." She said. "He's banged up with minor bumps and bruises. The mask he wore prevented him suffering from smoke inhalation too badly. The bullet wound was tricky but we've managed repair the damage. All in all he will be fine."

"Thank god." Dean sighed with relief.

"Thank you doctor. When can we see him?" Mark asked.

"If you follow me you can see him now." The doctor said leading the group to Sam's room.

When they arrived Sam was flat on his back and surrounded with machines. He had a oxygen mask on his face, two IVs one in his shoulder and the crook of his elbow provided hydration with pain relief and blood, a pulse ox was on his finger, among other things. Sam was pale with dark circles under his eyes but was sleeping peacefully. Even though Sam grew to be six foot four, he always looked so small on the hospital beds.

"I see they extubated him. Good, that's real good. The mask can come off in a day. I want to be sure his breathing is where I want it." Dr. Serenity said taking down notes and Sam's vitals. "I'll be back later. Try not to crowd him if he wakes up."

"We won't. Thank you doc." Dean said.

When the doctor left, Dean turned to his and banished him from the room. John put up a fight but left eventually. It just Sam and his brothers. Dean sat beside Sam and took his cold hand. Dean then turned to Sam's other brothers and demanded to know everything. They sat down and complied. They told Dean everything. Before they knew it, the sun came up announcing the morning. Dean learned that Sam hadn't replaced him. Far from it. Sam missed him so much, he talked about him constantly and while the four became brothers it was more because Sam missed his own and longed for him, but Dean still knew he hadn't been replaced. These men took care of Sam as he did and he was grateful.

The three went to their hotel to freshen up and change with the promise of food as long as Dean did the same. Dean nodded and took a shower in the bathroom. He then changed into scrubs while a kind motherly nurse took his clothes to the laundry to be washed as he waited for the others to return. He called and asked if they could bring his car and rattled off the motel he and his dad had been staying at.

He walked back into the room and smiled sadly at his baby. He went up to him and carded a hand through the long locks and sighed.

"You and me are going to have a long talk baby boy." Dean said softly. "A very long talk."

It's almost over! NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO! But all good things must come to their end.

Until Next Time! *cuddles my ink monsters and inwardly sighs as I have to wash my clothes again*