So I've been sick which really sucks. But here's the next chapter, sorry it's been so long. I love reviews so review you should. Cheers!

sam…

The next hour of my life was a blur. I drove like a maniac to the hospital, nearly killing a poor elderly couple walking across the parking lot. I brought the impala to a screeching stop in front of the emergency room entrance, flung myself out of the car and raced inside screaming that I needed;

"Help! Please somebody help… my brother's been stabbed!"

"Sir," what appeared to be a nurse approached me as several attendants rushed to the impala with a gurney. "Explain to me what happened."

"Umm…" I ran my hand nervously through my hair while struggling to keep my thoughts together and produce a believable story. "We were driving and stopped to help a guy who was broken-down… and umm, he stabbed Dean, my brother, drove off and then I drove here." (I figured it was pretty much the truth anyway).

"Okay sir," she started her arm reaching for mine.

"It's Sam," I interrupted her while lunging to the side of the gurney that had just been pushed through the door, on which my brother lay unconscious. "Dean!" I called, shaking his shoulder frantically.

"Sam," the nurse attempted to recall my attention, "You have to let us work on your brother, he's in good hands."

"Okay, okay," I muttered sinking into the nearest chair, completely overwhelmed by the events of the last… god had it really been just a day?

"Sam," the nurse started while sitting next to me. "Can I get you anything?"

"Yeah," I retorted tiredly, "my brother."

The nurse smiled faintly, and stood to leave, "I'll let you know when we have any news on his condition."

"Thanks," I mumbled, slightly embarrassed by my abrasive attitude. I leaned back in the chair and moved to rub my eyes when I stopped horrified at the realization that my hands were covered in blood. Dean's blood.

"Umm Nurse," I called to her retreating back, trying to keep the panic out of my voice.

"Yes?" she replied turning to face me.

"The bathroom?" I blurted.

"Down that hall to the left," she answered with a look of concern in her eyes.

"Thanks," I grunted as I set off at a fast walk. I burst into the bathroom and pounced on the sink, frantically rubbing soap on my hands, desperate to rid them of the rusty tinge they had acquired. I compulsively washed until I caught out of the corner of my eye the look on my face reflected in the mirror. Stopping the water, I bent, hands resting on each side of the sink and peered deeply at the story my face told. I saw dark circles underlining eyes that had a disconcerting hint of insanity in them. Rubbing my face furiously with now "clean" hands, I slowly sunk to the floor. And there I sat, on the floor of a hospital bathroom, until restless sleep claimed me.

dean…

Utterly relieved by the fact that Sam was alright, his brain was intact and I was back sitting in my beloved car, I felt myself begin to fade. Sam's inflecting voice fell in and out amongst the pounding drums that were playing in my head. I felt my eyes close and struggled to fight the blackness, to hang-on to Sam's voice, to respond… and then there was nothing.

I was standing alone, surrounded by white and for the first time in my life completely and overwhelmingly scared. "I'm dead," I thought as I turned and wildly looked as if expecting to see angels descending on me from all sides.

"Hello?" I questioned the stillness while frantically circling. "Is there anyone there?"

"Dean," a whisper came from an undetectable direction.

"Who's there?" I couldn't hide the uncharacteristic shake in my voice.

"Dean." And suddenly she appeared in front of me.

"Mom?" I murmured barely containing the gasp that rose from my lungs.

"Yes baby, it's me," she smiled and reached out to touch the side of my face and then pulled-back right before contact, a frown spreading over her face.

"Mom?" I questioned confusedly. "What's wrong?"

"You shouldn't be here honey. This is not his time," she suddenly yelled to the whiteness around us.

"What do you mean… am I dead?" I choked on the words as if they were poison.

"No, no you're not. You're just in limbo. You can fight this," she answered her eyes blazing with passion.

"I'm so tired," I found myself mutter and suddenly I was on the ground not knowing how I got there.

"Dean, you look at me," my mom cried kneeling beside me and grasping the sides of my face. "You can fight this, you're strong! You live Dean! You live… live for Sam!"

"Sammy?" I weakly whispered remembering the fear in my brother's voice as he tried to keep me awake- remembering the look on his face when I first opened my eyes.

"Your brother needs you, he needs you more than I do," my mom declared silent tears streaming down her face.

"Mom I…" I started before she interrupted.

"No Dean, you fight this… you hang on…" her face began to fade, the white light was disappearing- I fought to stay with her, fought to hang on like she said, but the blackness was winning the battle and finally…

…I surrendered.