A/N: Dear Corina, thanks for your kind words. The site doesn't let anyone leave a link, so I didn't get your email address and couldn't reply that way.
I know what you mean about wanting Benny back; I really liked Benny, too! Thanks again, your words and support mean a lot. :)

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Just one more thing; I wanted to remind you guys that I wrote the plot of this story during the first hiatus! So I still haven't watched episode 10 and had no idea how things would go between Sam and Amelia! Just remember this when you are reading this last chapter!

I hope you enjoy it! :)

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Something wasn't right and Dean knew it even before coming around completely. His mind was tired, but he knew there was something he had to remember that had been really weird. It was related to Sam... And Benny. Sam and Benny. Together! Oh shit.

Dean's eyes snapped open as he jolted upright.

"Whoa." Someone grabbed him by his shoulders and tried to push him back. "You really don't need to add anything to the list of your injuries; if that's even possible."

Blinking the sleep out of his eyes, Dean found a middle-Aged woman standing by his bedside in... In his hospital room?

Great! He was back to the hospital. But strangely enough, this time, he was actually happy to be back. 'There's a first time for everything.' he shrugged mentally.

"Whe-" he croaked, but his sore throat didn't let him continue. He was trying to ask about Sam or Benny. But the nurse got him wrong, typically.

"You're in hospital, sweetie." she smiled kindly and helped him with a glass of water.

"No, my brother-" he tried again.

"Oh, your brother and your friend are standing outside. I needed to change your dressing." she answered. "I'm done here; I'll just let them in. Are you feeling any pain?"

Shaking his head, he refused to be drugged. He could tolerate the pain, what he couldn't stand was being doped up again.

"OK, then. Make sure to call for me if you need anything. Pain will only slow down your healing process."

Apparently Dean wasn't the only one weary of meds and pain killers; she seemed to know why Dean was refusing to get drugged.

A few seconds later both Sam and Benny walked in and Dean realized that till that very moment he hadn't really believed that they could be around each other peacefully.

"Is this the apocalypse again?" he couldn't help but ask.

"Welcome back to the land of the living. Great first question." Benny laughed.

Sam just smiled. "How're you feeling?"

"Like I'm hallucinating. Why are you two together?" Dean asked again.

"Thought that's what you wanted." Sam looked indignant.

Dean blinked. That was what he wanted, but how had that happened? What had he missed? "This is not real, is it?" he was convinced that he was still dreaming.

"Two people, one goal; I guess you could say." Benny leaned against the wall.

"What goal?"

"You." they both answered.

"What?" Dean was really puzzled.

"You were missing; I didn't know who to call." Sam spoke up. "Benny was the only option. So we agreed to put our differences aside and find you first."

"Well, basically, it's you who has problem with me." Benny looked at Sam. "I'm totally OK with you; as long as you don't try to kill me, that is."

"Fine, I decided not to kill you until we found Dean. Happy?"

"Ecstatic." Benny grinned. "Wait, does that mean that you wanna kill me now?"

Sam rolled his eyes but didn't answer.

Dean was dumbfounded; he kept looking between the two of them with a frown. "I remember Skinny and Pissy, but when did you two come into the picture."

"Skinny and Pissy, huh?" Benny looked amused.

"When we arrived you'd already taken care of them and were on the verge of meeting them on the other side. Will you stop disappearing already? It's getting old, Dean." Sam pouted.

"Yeah, no. It's so much fun I can't stop doing it." Dean growled. "You two really OK with each other?"

"I always was OK with him."

"Yes."

Came their responses at the same time.

"WOW." Dean smiled. "At least something good came out of it."

"Dean." Sam growled.

"Are Kevin and his mother alright? Have you heard from them?" Dean asked abruptly.

Sam raised his brow. "Well, no. But why would I check on them? They have no clue what those demons are willing to do to find them."

"Good point." Dean sighed and sank into his pillow slowly, trying to hide a wince.

"You're pretty beaten up, you know?"

"Thanks. I was there when it happened." Dean grumbled.

"Listen, guys. I'd better go." Benny sensed the unspoken word between the two brothers and realized that it was his hint. "Stay safe and call me if you need anything, brother." he patted Dean's shoulder and nodded to Sam.

"Hey," Sam called after him. "Your... Umm... Well, I talked to Elizabeth before calling you and she asked me to tell you that she needed to talk to you. Just... Give her a call."

Sadness filled Benny's eyes, but he gave a bitter smile anyway and nodded in response.

"And while you're at it," Sam added, "would you tell her that Dean is alright, too? Guess I made her worried."

At that, Benny narrowed his eyes and looked skeptically at Dean.

"Hey, don't look at me like that. It's not my fault that I'm charming and easy on the eye." Dean protested.

Rolling his eyes, Benny shook his head and turned on his heel to walk out. "Only you, Dean." he said over his shoulder.

Smiling at his back, Dean turned his gaze to Sam. "So, you called Lizzie?"

"Came to my senses." Sam said in lieu of apologizing. "You were right; she told me what had happened that night."

Nodding his head, Dean didn't want to fuss over it. "How did she sound? Was she any better?"

"Pretty shaken up if you ask me. But I think she'll be alright, considering what she's been through."

"Yeah, that's what I thought. Poor girl."

"Hmm."

"So, you don't wanna kill Benny anymore?"

"Not till he makes a mistake." Sam answered honestly which brought a smile to Dean's face.

"I'll do it myself, if he ever does that. He knows it."

Sam leaned back in his chair and looked away.

"Thanks, Sammy." Dean said sotto voce.

Sam frowned. "I didn't do anything. Just found you and brought you back to the hospital. You didn't even wait for me to come and save the day." he looked at his brother with a mocked glare and hid his smile.

"Nah, didn't have time. They were about to drug me."

The smile vanished from Sam's face.

"But that's not what I meant." Dean saw it and instantly spoke up. "Well, thank you for looking for me, but I was actually thanking you for making an effort; for trying to understand my situation and for calling Lizzie."

"Guess your abduction has shed some light on the situation." Sam smiled sheepishly. "And sorry."

Somehow Dean knew what Sam was apologizing for and just shook his head. "It doesn't matter anymore."

"I shouldn't have just run when you disappeared last year. But I was scared, Dean and spent and broken and-" Sam found it hard to explain.

"Hey, it's alright." Dean reached out to grab Sam's arm.

"I can't promise to stay, you know." he looked Down.

Dean took a rather deep breath, cautions of his broken ribs and battered lungs. "I know, Sam. I'd love to have you by my side, but if you're happy with her, then that's where you should be. I won't promise not to call you and drag you into a nasty situation, but I'll try my best."

"Well, I'm still here. But if I stay with Amelia, I want you to know her and I want her to know you. I've talked to her about you."

The soft spoken words struck Dean into stunned silence; unable to speak, he just looked at his brother.

Sam smiled ruefully. "I wasn't trying to forget you, Dean."

Dean wanted to say something back, but he was dumbfounded. A small smile tugged at the corners of his lips.

"And I'm sorry for what you went through in Purgatory." Sam continued, "Benny told me a little about it and well, your doctor mentioned scars and-"

Dean closed his eyes for a second. "Sam." he sighed. "It's OK, let's not talk about it."

"But I want to know, Dean. Want to understand." he protested.

"If the time comes that it's absolutely necessary for you to know, then I'll tell you. But not as a routine bedtime story. Just forget about it, Sam. Please."

Sam stared into his brother's green eyes and nodded. "Fine." And when he saw a wave of relief wash over his brother's face, he knew he'd made the right choice.

He suddenly grinned. "If Amelia is my girlfriend, does that make Benny your boyfriend?"

"Shut up." Dean growled.

"What? You spent a whole year with him."

"And I've spent my whole life with you, does that makes us Husband and wife?" Dean rolled his eyes and grinned cheekily. "Besides, I'm planning on catching someone else's eyes and from what I've heard, I've been successful so far."

"Lizzie!" Sam exclaimed. "How did I forget about her? I gotta tell Benny."

"No, you don't."

"Yes, I do."

"You do that and I'll tell Amelia about that time when you kissed that boy who was living in our neighborhood."

"What the hell, Dean?" Sam threw his hands in the air. "You can't keep threatening me with that little incident for the rest of my life."

"Oh, I can and I will if you don't shut up."

"Fine." he pouted.

"Fine." Dean smirked.

"Oh, and for the record, you look like a real badass in bloody, ripped hospital pajama." Sam snickered.

Dean made a face, "I kicked two demons' asses in that pajama. What did you do?"

"Befriended with your friend."

That brought a genuine and warm smile to Dean's face. "Yeah, that you did, Sammy. Good job."

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A/N: Tell me what you think? :) Was it too mushy?

Sorry for any mistakes.

Thanks for your reviews and your support; you made my day. ^_^

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