A/N:Just got word that things aren't going to work out for me to post Wednesday so I'm giving you all a special treat with a third chapter today! That lets me post last two before work tomorrow. Sorry, but you're not going to like me very much after this!

Chapter 9

They had pulled into the safe house some forty minutes later, after a quick stop by Katie's house to get everything she needed to help Sam. Bobby killed the engine of the truck and got out. He pulled the tarp off of the back of his truck and found Dean sitting with Sam in his arms. Sam was still unconscious. Dean blinked at the change in lighting and looked at Katie. "I'm sorry about your career."

"It's not over yet. I have a plan. Sam is what's important now. We need to get him settled and make sure he's stable again." They took him inside the slightly run down house to find it nice inside and clean. "I bought the property after I got my job and saved some money. I can't do everything but I keep it fixed up. I like to come here when the job gets to be too much or I miss Tamera, my sister. She's away at college. This is where your dad brought us when he saved us Dean. There's a bedroom through this door," she said as she pushed it open, "we can put Sam in here." They soon had him settled and Katie looked him over. Dean paced behind her. "Don't worry; he came through this little adventure okay."

"You said he woke up for a minute while they examined him. Why isn't he awake yet? Why didn't he wake up before? We put him through hell to get him here."

"He only woke long enough to blink. He looked around and went back under. He was and still is strung out from pain meds. He just had pretty major surgery. The meds are really strong. Give him some time." Katie glanced at her watch. "I have to get back. I can save my career and still help you. Bobby, if you can give me a ride back?"

"Sure." Bobby looked at Dean as if to ask You really trust her? Dean nodded.

"I'll see you after six." She handed him a slip of paper. "My pager number. If something changes call me. I'll get here as soon as I can."

Bobby left with her to take her back to the hospital. It was swarming with cops. Bobby refused to take her up to the door, instead, letting her walk the block to the doors. She promised to get all the information she could on what was going on. She walked briskly back to the doors and went inside like nothing was amiss. Bobby shook his head in admiration. "John, when someone owes you a debt they repay in spades. That little girl has one hell of a head on her shoulders." Bobby headed back to the house and the guys he considered sons.

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When Bobby had left with Katie, Dean had sat down on the edge of the comfortable bed where Sam lay. "Hey, kid. Katie told me you woke up in the hospital. Can you do it again?" Dean reached for Sam's good hand and held it in one of his. He reached out with the other and ran his thumb over Sam's bandaged forehead. "Hey Sammy. C'mon little brother. Please snap outta this. I know that damn demon did all kinds of awful things to you. God only knows how much you went through right now, but I'm hoping you'll trust me to help. Please little brother. Come back. I need ya back. Please Sammy; just trust me to help you through this."

Sam's brow furrowed and Dean looked on, tears gathering in his green eyes. "That's it Sam. C'mon, you can do it." Sam made a small noise and moved his hand in Dean's. Dean gripped Sam's hand tighter, squeezing reassuringly. He smoothed the wrinkles out of Sam's brow with his thumb again. "Sammy?"

"Mmnn, De-an" Sam said, his eyes opening to slits before closing again. He stilled.

"No Sammy, c'mon." Dean begged softly, squeezing his hand. Sam sank back into the comfort of sleep.

Bobby returned to the out of the way cabin and walked inside. He had stopped and gotten some food on the return trip. "Hey Dean?"

Dean turned from where Sam still lay unmoving on the bed. "Yeah."

"Brought some food back. You need to eat. It's not gonna do Sam any good if you're not takin' care of yourself too."

"Yeah, you're right." Dean came over and grabbed a piece of pizza from the box that now rested on the small table in the room next to Sam's. He smiled sadly and breathed a bemused laugh.

"What?"

"This whole thing. It's just too freakin' familiar, you know?"

"Sam's gonna be okay this time. Without you doin' anything but bein' there for him."

"Yeah. I get that this time." Dean shook his head. "Y'know we haven't even had time to celebrate. Three days, I've been free for three days and we haven't even left this state yet. Hell, I haven't even had a beer."

"I never knew what you see in the stuff." Ruby said as she walked into the room. Dean had jumped and pulled the Colt before he realized it was her.

"Put that thing back in your pants. I thought you trusted me now?" Dean put the gun back in his waistband.

"Damnit Ruby, one of these days I'm gonna shoot your ass just on principle for trying to give me a heart attack."

"How's he doin?" Ruby asked as she came to the table and grabbed a piece of pizza, breaking a string of hot cheese as it stretched from the box to the slice in her hand. She put it back on the piece of pizza and took a bite. "Damn that's good."

"He's sleeping. Still pretty out of it. He woke once in the hospital and once here for probably a grand total of thirty seconds. How did you find us anyhow?"

"I can find you anywhere."

A thump sounded out in the bedroom followed closely by Sam's agonized scream.

A/N: I know. You hate me! Please review anyway and I promise last chapters up before lunch time tomorrow!