Author's note: My newest chapter. I really have fun writhing this story, hope you have as much fun reading it. And the ideas come from everywhere this time, especially when I'm at work! Lolll! That's why I always keep a new "Word" document open to write my ideas as they come!

Thanks again for all the reviews; I appreciate every single one of them.

Disclaimer: Still own anything, except the idea. Thanks again Ridley for all these wonderful characters and Eric Kripke of course.

Description: Will Dean recover from his encounter with the Shtriga in time for Father's day?

XXXX

Chapter 7

The long wait continues but this time it was more bearable with Pastor Jim looking over Dean.

The antibiotics IV seems to be working because a few hours later, Dean's fever as lowered at 101. Still very high, not the result the Pastor was looking for but less scary then before.

Jim was quick in reassuring the worrying family looking over his shoulders.

"His fever has gone down at 101. I will like it lower but it still good news."

"Thank god." Whispered John, reassured by Jim's comforting words.

"Told you guys Deuce is a fighter!" Exclaimed Caleb; proud that Dean didn't deny him his moment of victory.

"Okay Caleb, you were right. Happy now?" John shout, exasperate by Caleb's weird way of expressing himself.

"You bet I am!" The younger hunter proclaimed, happy to being right over his mentor for a change.

Sam was happy about the lighter exchange between Caleb and his father but was still very worried about his older brother. Not a lot of colors as been back on his translucent face yet and he was still shaking, fighting very hard against the infection in his system.

"Is he gonna wake up soon?" He dare ask Jim for the hundred times it seems.

"It's still very hard to tell when he's gonna wake up Sam but he's getting better every hour that's passing." Tried to reassure the Pastor but not giving the boy false hope.

"Never thought I missed his battering so much." Thought out loud Caleb; missing the energizing presence of his young friend. He wanted Dean to join the hunt of the Shtriga; the younger hunter could always put all the pieces of some puzzling hunts together before everyone he knew. But John had thought that it was too risky, giving Dean's age; he was still a possible target for the creature. Caleb never thought John was so close to the truth.

"I never thought I lived old enough to ever hear you say that about Dean!" Exclaimed a very surprised John; he knew they were a special bond between the two young men but not that it run that deep.

After checking Dean's IV to make sure everything was in working order, Jim decide to offer a well deserve break to everyone.

"Why don't we pass to the kitchen and take a lunch to help us relax?" He offered his friend while standing up and heading for the door.

"Is Dean gonna be okay?" Carefully ask Sam, not moving from the chair, close to his brother bed, where he's been sitting for the past couple of hours.

"Sure, there nothing else we can do but wait." Patiently answer Jim, waiving his older friend to follow him out of the room. He knew that the two brothers needed some time alone.

"I'm staying with him." Busted Sam; leaving no room for debating.

"Ok Sammy, no problem buddy. You gonna be ok here alone?" Asked John; knowing Sam must still be afraid to be in this room, alone after what happened.

"I won't be alone, Dean is here with me." Stated Sam, matter of fact; surprised his father even suggest he was gonna be scare and alone.

"Of course, we will be back soon anyway." Answered John, understanding Sam's point and clearly seeing his son unspoken demand; he needed to be alone with his older brother.

"Just call us if you need anything." Reassured Caleb before leaving the room and follow John and Jim to the small kitchen this house offered.

After they left, Sam got closer to his brother, not shy to take his hand now that they had some privacy. He was tired to be sitting in that chair, too far from the bed and without a connection to his brother. He felt and believes that he could send him some positive energy when he was touching Dean.

XXXX

In the meantime, Dean was in a weird place. It felt like the North Pole, being so cold everywhere he touches. He tried to be courageous but it was getting pretty scary, he felt like he's been walking in this desert of ice for hours, without any sign of his family anywhere.

"How did I hand up here anyway?" He thought while escalading another stiff mountain side. "Last thing I remember was being in the bedroom Sammy and I share, at home, keeping guard in case of an attack… An attack! The Shtriga! He came and wanted to attack Sammy! Did he got him and this is my punishment?" Desperately thought Dean; while searching for a way out of this icy place, back to Sam.

XXXX

Now that he was alone with his big brother, Sam decided to talk to him. It was as much to reassure himself but Dean also; he knew his older brother hated to be alone.

"So Dean, was this another trick to miss school? You could have chosen something less scary you know. Got everybody so worried and I know you hate being the center of attention so that was a very bad plan overall." Tried to joke Sam; willing to light up the mood, like his brother is so good at.

XXXX

Suddenly Dean was hearing voices again. He had before, thought he heard Sammy talk to him but it didn't last long, not enough to be sure. But this time there were no doubt about it: Sam was around here somewhere.

"Sammy?"

"Come on Dean, open you eyes for me. Please." He heard Sam replied in the wind surrounding him.

"Open my eyes? They are open! What are you talking about?" Ask Dean, to no one in particular, more lost then ever.

XXXX

In the boys bedroom, Sam saw Dean's eyes started moving under his eyelids and became all exited, his brother was trying to join him, finally. So he began talking softly to him, convinced that what got through him the first time.

"Dean, can you hear me? Wake up, please come back to me." Almost beg Sam, squeezing Dean's hand to guide him.

"Sammy?" Dean's voice replied, only a whisper but Sam heard it loud and clear!

"That's it Dean, come back to us.

"Sammy? Is that really you?" Whispered Dean; finally opening his eyes to look at his baby brother.

"Yes Dean, it's me. You're ok now. Everything's ok." Answered Sam; letting out a big sigh so happy to have his big brother back.

"You ok?" Worryingly ask Dean, not sure what to believe right now.

"Me?" Question Sam, not sure what Dean meant.

"The creature didn't get you?" Seriously ask Dean, looking Sam all over, making sure he wasn't injured.

"No Dean, I'm alright but it got you thought." Sam replied, exasperate by his brother attitude; always worried about the other but not his well being.

"That's why I feel funny all over?" Exclaim Dean, trying to sit up, seeing the IV for the first time. "What the hell that come from?" he thought but decide to wait for an explanation later.

"Yep, it drained you of your life-force!" Proudly answered Sam; happy that he had the right word and information about the creature's side effects.

"My what?"

"Your life-force, never mind, what's important right now is that you're ok."

"I am Sammy, I am."

"I'll get dad, Caleb and Pastor Jim. Don't move." Instructed Sam; before rushing out of the bedroom to get their family in the kitchen.

"Jim? When did he get here? But that explains where the IV comes from." Spoke out loud Dean, making the connections in his head.

"Deuce! You're awake!" Exclaim Caleb entering the small bedroom in a hurry. He had rush over there, wanted to see if Dean was really awake, like Sam proclaim loud and clear, with his own eyes.

"Hey Damien. You're a sight for sore eyes. Tell me before the others arrives, the creature is dead right?" Dean trusted Caleb to tell him the truth, not sugar coat it.

"Yes, no need to worried, its dust." Caleb reassuringly answered his friend with a little wink; before leaving some room for John and Jim to enter.

"Dean? You ok kiddo?" Worryingly ask John, making his way toward his oldest bed.

"I'm ok dad." Reassured Dean, looking at his father straight in the eyes, making sure he knew he was telling the truth.

"Hey Dean, let me examine you ok?" Patiently ask Jim, nodding at the young man.

"Hey Pastor. Is that really necessary?" Ask Dean, knowing the answer but trying to get out of it anyway.

"Dean." Quickly warned John; knowing his son.

"Ok, if you guys insist." Replied Dean with a heavy sigh, he hated medical examination but if he could get rid of that IV maybe it was worth it.

But Pastor Jim had to do his examination around Sam, who jumped on the bed to join his brother and John hovering very close to the bed himself. Caleb wasn't very far either, keeping guard in the corner, enjoying the family reunion.

XXXX

To be continued

There should be one last chapter to this story, I think. Ouf, that story is the longest I did so far but I have so much fun writing it. Hope you're enjoying it too.

Please review and let me know what you think.