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I am truly sorry that it has taken me so long to update I have been incredibly busy with the holidays and life in general. I will do my best to not wait so long for the next chapter thanks for being patient and for reading!

CHAPTER 8

John didn't know what to say to his son so he just sat holding him tight while Bobby snuck off to have a more in depth conversation about Sam with the doctor.

"I know, I know" John whispered in Dean's ear trying to comfort his almost hysterical son. Of course Dean's hysterical is more like a normal persons holy shit this is serious. He doesn't show his emotions to anyone he never has, and that is what terrifies john the most, for him to break down like this takes a lot.

"Dad I let you down, I let Sam down… I am so sorry" was all Dean could get out before he once again was overwhelmed and his body shook with grief.

"No you didn't Dean…you can't think that way… I know you did everything in your power just like you always do and always have to protect and care for Sammy. Dean listen to me please look me in the eyes I have to know your listening." Dean complied begrudgingly he hated anyone seeing him like this.

"We have to be strong not only for Sam but for your children."

"B...but…what if he…and the…I couldn't imagine…I just " That was all Dean got out before his dad cut him off, pulled him close and took his chin in his worn calloused hands that come from many years of being a hunter along with crooked fingers, scars etc…

"Listen to me we can not think like that ok, all we can do now is wait and see"

"I just feel so helpless, I hate it!" At this Dean proceeds to stand and pound his fists against the wall they were leaning against. Dean stands but stumbles before reaching his goal luckily John sees this and is able to intervene before anything disastrous happens.

"I know son, I know lets get you back in bed." John takes Dean's arm leading him back into the room where Sam lays almost lifeless hooked up to so many machines he could almost pass for a cyborge.

John is filled with despair and heartbreak, his family had already been torn apart once when it was barely getting started and it had taken him so long to put the pieces back together. If Sam died, holding what little family he has left together would be impossible. Dean would die, sure he would still be breathing and his heart though shattered would still be beating but for all intensive purposes he would be very much dead. He would never recover continually broken, empty, and incomplete. John knew what that felt like and didn't want his son to experience it. He would do anything to make sure that didn't happen, ANYTHING.

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Meanwhile bobby was off clarifying exactly what was going on with the boys and he truly learned how grave the outlook was.

"Dean is stable for now but his wounds were extensive, Sam… is in critical condition he's young doesn't have any other major health conditions my hopes are high for a meaningful recovery but only time will tell, what the future holds for all of them."

"What about the babies?" Bobby was running hands over his face trying to disguise the tears and failing miserably.

"As I said only time will tell, Dr. Miller is going to do another ultrasound in the morning we will know more then, I am sorry." Was all she said before placing a reassuring hand on bobby's shoulder and walking away. He stood there in silence for a long time trying to comprehend all that was just said, before turning and walking back down the hallway towards where John and Dean were. He approached the rubble that was for all intensive purposes his family, looking defeated and feeling agonizingly helpless.

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The night past slowly for John and bobby, Dean had finally succumb to exhaustion and all that was left to do was wait. They took turns watching over the boys while one went to stretch their legs, get coffee or raid the vending machines the other stayed behind to be there in the unlikely event one of the two should wake up.

By the end of the night both Bobby and John were slumped over in chairs sound asleep.

NSNSNSNSNSNSNSSadly only three were awoken by the entrance of Dr. Miller she greeted them with the usual how do you do's and all simply shrugged in response too tense to utter a single word as if it would somehow jinx the outcome. The room was filled with an uncomfortable silence as she set up the equipment.

"So is everyone ready?" they nodded to the affirmative and she proceeded to squirt the gel on Sam's lower abdomen, smearing it around with the probe before she turned back to the screen that would determine the future of the next generation of Winchesters.

"So doc?" John didn't have to wait long for an answer, soon the room was filled with a whooshing sound.

"Just fine, thriving infact." She said as she turned towards them with a grin on her face. Dean let out a breath he hadn't realized he was holding until the room started to spin.

"Would you like to see your children Dean?" Dean nods walking slow to look over her shoulder so as to not fall over. She pointed out there heads fingers and toes, then asked

"Would you like to know the sex?"

"You can tell, already?" she nodded and snickered at his surprised expression, Dean turned his head to look at his dad and Bobby the question evident in his eyes. Both looked slightly confused as to what they were supposed to say to him, finally John spoke.

"It's up to you, son"

"I want to know" Dean says with conviction.

"One of each! And they are both in great health for the time being."

"What do you mean by 'for the time being'?"

"Well, in short Sam needs nutrients to sustain him and the twins need a lot too, while he is in a coma we have to feed him intravenously through that tube in his nose called a nasogastric tube. We can only supplement so much of what they need and if he doesn't wake up soon, I'm afraid the odds of the twins surviving are not good." Dean is positively horrified and feels like his heart has just been torn out of his chest while still beating. Dean has the sensation of falling and his Dad yelling but then nothing.

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Dean wakes up with a splitting headache and looks out the window to find that it was dark outside. Noticing Bobby sleeping splayed out in the chair at the foot of the bed. Dean, not wanting to disturb him decided to go get someone instead of just pushing the button like he should have. Upon standing he finds it difficult and collapses miserably onto Sam's bed. What Dean didn't know was that he had been kept in a medically induced coma for the past week and a half. This was due to the fact Dean's wounds had reopened when he passed out, they needed to heal and since Dean wouldn't stay down long enough to let that happen they needed to make him. Sam's legs stirred and instantly Dean forgot everything else to focus on Sam.

"SAMMY…Sammy can you hear me?"

"(Groan, sigh)… Yeah, what's up?" Sam said sleepily while stretching and rubbing his eyes.

When Sam finally looked at Dean he had tears in his eyes and a smile that looked like it might break his face in half.


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