Oh god this has been traumatic! I can't wait for some relief from the angst!!

So this is quite exciting as Hope just rocks BIG TIME! I love her. Dean though is the original Badass and you'll be cheering him on...

Sammy? OMG Sam. I am a self-confessed Dean-a-holic but since writing this I have fallen so hard for Baby and he just kills me...Tears, tears and more tears for the writer as she pictured the following, sob!

I have music!! Highway to Hell, and Dust in the Wind, (can you guess who gets which song? LOL)

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As it was where the boys had gone from they decided the garage would be the best bet for sending Hope through the wormhole. Space was limited so Cole had quickly cleared everything out of there and dumped it in the garden. Bobby set up what he needed for the spell whilst Bonnie looked on. She was a wreck, in the next few minutes she'd either be reunited with the love of her life or lose her only daughter forever.

Hope walked in finally ready for action. She'd tied her long hair into a ponytail and was still wearing her dad's Def Leppard tee shirt with tight jeans and biker boots. She had Dean's hunting knife strapped to her leg and had even taped up her fists.

"You actually think this can happen?" Sanjeev asked in shock. "You people are crazy."

"Hold that thought." Hope said as she went to the centre of the room ignoring the dried blood on the floor. "So, once I have my Dad, how do I get back?" She asked him.

"This is all speculation." He started to look nervous.

"So speculate." Bobby said seriously.

"The wormhole won't stay open for long. To be safe, one minute is all you have. You have to hold on to him and he will in theory follow you back."

Hope looked at her mother. "And if it's longer than a minute?"

"I don't know!" He shouted.

"Oh God." Bonnie buried her face in her hands.

"Ok, what about the spell Bobby?"

"It's going to increase your energy and channel it. It's old school hoodoo and good for a few hours, here," He handed her two bags of herbs and a talisman. "For you and Dean."

The herbs were attached to a string which she looped over her head along with the charm. She pocketed the rest for her dad.

Once she had everything she sat on the floor cross legged and the others stood back. Cole crouched down in front of her and handed her a rubber tube and six syringes filled with Dean's blood. "The defibrilator is all ready to go. You know I can't do it for you so you gonna be ok?"

"Sure."

"Good luck."

"I don't need it." She smiled holding up the blood. "I got the best DNA in the world."

He was equal parts terrified and jealous as he walked over to his mom and put his arm around her.

Hope took a deep breath, she had no idea how much blood would be needed but her body would tell her. She put the end of the rubber tube between her teeth and wrapped it round the top of her left arm tying it off finally. She rubbed the inside of her elbow and saw the vein pop up. Her own adrenaline was starting to pump hard as she concentrated, once her dad's blood hit her system it would feel like she was flying. She took the lid off the first syringe with her teeth and spat it out. Making sure there were no air bubbles she pierced the vein with the needle and deployed the plunger. She performed the same thing again before pausing.

"You ok sis?"

She was breathing heavily and blinking hard. "Christ we could make a fortune selling this on the streets." She shrugged it off and went for a third dose. She tossed the needle and her head fell back as her blood threatened to burst out of her skin.

Sanjeev looked on in shock. The power coming off Hope was like a pulse as Bobby started to recite the words of the spell.

Hope was almost blinded by the energy coursing through her as she heard Bobby stop talking. She knew it was time. She grabbed the defibrilator paddles, Cole had already charged it. She didn't look at the others but closed her eyes and focused purely on her father as she placed the paddles on her chest and hit the buttons.

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Dean had often contemplated his own death but he never thought it would come like this. He wasn't scared though and the only regret he had was that he wasn't able to say goodbye to his family.

Paige had stayed a few hours with him and he found her company a welcome distraction if not a comfort. They had watched some porn together which had actually been fun as she had offered her own unique form of criticism to the technique and style. He had eaten a great burger and although they wouldn't allow him a beer he wasn't too bothered.

As they came to take him away he ignored the pain in his body and face determined to stand tall.

"I guess that's my cue." Paige told him with no emotion. "I'll see you in there."

He nodded and was thankful that she didn't offer any goodbye.

Two armed men walked in and a third began to shackle him. A chain was put around his waist and locked in place. They snapped the attached handcuffs to his wrists and then the guard bent to cuff his ankles which were joined by another small chain meaning he had to walk at a slow and awkward pace.

The warden who was an obnoxious fat bastard that Dean had never seen finally walked in making him frown. He suddenly realized how much he meant to Paige if she was willing to go down on Jabba the Hutt just to spend some quality time with him before his execution.

"You ready Winchester?" The man asked him.

He smiled as much as his broken face would allow. "Bring it on."

They finally left the cell and stepped through a series of ante-rooms and steel doors to a long corridor. Dean thought it was perhaps the worst cliche ever as they paused and he looked at the wall mounted clock at the end of the Green Mile. It was seven minutes to midnight and he would be dead by five past.

He straightened his shoulders as the tannoy system crackled to life and his song came on.

The warden turned to him. "You're a sick fuck."

Dean shrugged as Highway to Hell blasted out of the speakers.

They began to walk slowly down the corridor and as they passed a barred window Dean caught his first glimpse of the outside world in two months. The prison courtyard was aflame with burning toilet paper as the other inmates yelled and rocked in their cells. As the chorus began some started to sing along as they cheered his impending journey.

I'm on a highway to hell
On the highway to hell
Highway to hell
I'm on the highway to hell

Their cheers bolstered him and continued until they reached the end of the corridor and the music stopped. Dean missed it immediately but it had been just what he needed.

It was five to midnight as Dean cast a last glance at the clock before the door at the end opened and he saw his death suite.

The room was bare but for a glass case on the wall containing the mix of drugs that would end his life and the specially made bed that would be his final resting place. It was ironically shaped like a crucifix and he would be strapped to it like Jesus on the cross as the lethal cocktail of drugs was pumped into his veins.

Dean had signed his body over to Paige who had promised to give him the same send off as his father. For once being a twisted bitch went in his favor as he imagined her burning his remains in a field somewhere and probably lighting a cigarette and touching herself up as she did so.

He offered no resistance and was perfectly calm as they removed the shackles and he got onto the bed under his own steam. His wrists were buckled to the ends of the outstretched cross, a strap went around his waist and finally his ankles.

A man in a white coat finally came in as the others left the room and locked the door. The man went to the glass case on the wall and checked the settings. He finally walked to Dean's left side and lifted his sleeve as he prepared to slide the needle in. Dean's glanced to his right as he heard a metal shutter open. It was the observation room.

He remained impassive as a mixture of grieving relatives, reporters and cops sat staring at him in hatred.

An intercom opened up and Dean heard the warden. "You got anything to say?"

Dean finally saw Paige and he was ridiculously grateful she was there. He looked into her eyes as she cried. He winked with his good eye, she smiled at him and he felt himself smile back.

The warden tried again. "Any last words?"

Dean was interrupted from thinking up something really cool when a blinding flash of light filled the room.

"About freakin' time!" he yelled in relief as he blinked and Hope appeared from nowhere doing a shoulder roll as she hit the floor.

"Sorry I'm late Dad." She said as she yanked the IV out of his left arm and cut his right wrist loose with the hunting knife. He immediately unstrapped his chest and started to pull at the other restraints as the door flew open and the three prison guards ran in.

Hope threw the knife in her right hand and it buried itself in one of the guards' chest. "We got thirty seconds!" She shouted to Dean as she did a front flip feeling a bullet whistle past her.

Her feet caught the second in the face and she grabbed his automatic as he stumbled. She hit him in the face with an elbow and stomped on his foot as she finally wrenched it free.

The third guard was trying to get a shot in and was about to fire when Dean charged him.

Hope hit the guard over the head with the butt of the large weapon and knocked him out cold. She had the gun to her shoulder as the door filled with more people. "Stay the hell back!" She screamed as she let off a warning shot. They had ten seconds left.

Dean had the other gun and walked backwards til they were side by side. "Am I glad to see you."

"You look like shit!"

"Don't swear."

She rolled her eyes. "Here take this." She passed him the herbs and he looped them around his neck. "When I say now, drop the gun and hang onto me for dear life."

He mirrored her movements as she stepped back towards the wormhole. Dean kept the gun level and looked at his shrink. "What did I tell ya Harv? Ain't my kid cool?"

"Now!" They threw the guns down and Dean grabbed her throwing them both into the vacuum as a volley of shots rang out behind them.

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Cole was hugging Bonnie as she shook. Hope had been gone over an hour and with no sign of her they were starting to think she was lost to them too.

Bobby was sat on the floor against the wall as tears rolled down his wrinkled face. He was never going to forgive himself for this disaster as he contemplated the loss of all three family members.

"Where is she?" Cole yelled at Sanjeev who was looking terrified.

"I don't know! You opened the time/space continuum." He yelled. "No one ever did that before!"

"I'm gonna go get her." Cole said suddenly.

Bonnie grabbed at his arm. "NO! I am not going to lose anyone else!" She started to cry. "Please..." she begged.

Brooke was stood silently watching as she realized she was never going to see her husband again. It was over for all of them. There was no way they would recover from this as a family. Without Sam, Dean and Hope there would be no more joy in their lives and they all may as well be dead too.

Cole yelled and slammed a fist into the wall watching it go through the plaster.

"Wait!" Sanjeev yelled. "Look!"

They all shielded their eyes as a massive flash of light filled the room blinding them temporarily. Finally it dissipated and they blinked hard as they saw Dean emerge from thin air with his arm around Hope.

Bonnie was stunned for a second, he looked just the same as he had that morning and she was so filled with relief she ignored everything else. He let go of his daughter as his wife ran up to him and he caught her in his arms. She wrapped her arms around his neck and clung on for dear life. "Oh God, I thought I'd lost you."

"You almost did, another minute and I was toast."

He put her down and Cole hugged him hard.

"I missed you so much." Dean whispered to him.

"Me too Dad."

"What took you so long?" Brooke finally asked, looking at Hope. She was happy Dean was back but the reunion was almost more than she could bear.

Dean let go of Cole and looked around frowning. "Wait. Where's Sam?"

"We didn't get him back yet." Bobby said quietly.

"You came for me first?" Dean was almost angry at them.

Hope took his hand, "The only way to get to him is to have a strong physical and emotional bond with him. We couldn't send Dylan so..."

Dean looked at them with wide eyes. "What do I have to do?"

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Brooke hadn't slept in almost three days and although the nurses who were all her friends had begged her, she refused to rest or eat.

Sam was sleeping and although holding his hand would do nothing for him, it offered her some small comfort as she watched his heartbeat on the monitor. Even after her parents had died and she'd been in the hospital herself she hadn't cried this much. Her mind, body and soul felt empty as she watched the man she loved slowly die in front of her eyes. She was used to being alone and it had never been an issue but now that she had been shown what real love was like, she didn't know how she could ever go back.

The doctor walked in and said nothing as he checked him over. He looked at her from the other side of the bed. "Not long now."

"Will he wake up? You know...before?"

He shrugged. "That's up to him."

She slumped back in her chair as he left the room. Unless they needed something everyone had left them with privacy knowing she wanted to be alone with him and for that she was thankful.

Sam had been slipping in and out of consciousness for hours and each time he opened his eyes he looked slightly shocked that he was still there and it broke her heart to watch. Although he tried not to show it, it was clear he wanted to die so badly it was harrowing for everyone. The night before when everything else was quiet he'd finally had the guts to ask her to end it for him but she'd refused. He hadn't pleaded but she could tell from his eyes that she had let him down for the first time ever.

As she watched she saw his eyelids flicker slightly and she stood up still holding onto his hand. She stroked his short hair with her left hand to let him know she was still there. He opened his eyes slowly and they had a glassy look to them and she knew he was on his way.

"Hey." She said quietly smiling.

He looked at her and blinked slowly. His chest expanded as though he were fighting for his breath and she tried to look reassuring as the mask misted over and she heard a rasping sound in his throat.

He looked down and she knew what he wanted so she gently raised his head and removed the mask, knowing he no longer needed it.

He looked at her for a long moment and although she tried to contain it she couldn't stop the tears. "I wish I could touch you." He said quietly.

She smiled and leaned down resting her cheek against his. "You are sweetheart." She whispered.

"Thank you..." his voice was barely audible.

She looked into his eyes stroking her fingers over his face. "You don't have to thank me, I love you."

He gave her a weak smile. "I love you too."

She could hear the sound on the heart monitor slowing as she kissed him softly on the mouth. She took a deep breath and laid her lips on each of his eyelids as they closed for the last time.

Brooke felt her heart break and kept her fingers on him to let him know he wasn't alone in his final moments. A minute later he took his final breath and the monitor made a sickening continuous noise.

As she pictured his soul finally free of his broken body the room was filled with a blinding light and she turned around shielding her face.

Brooke opened her eyes and stared open mouthed in shock. For a second she expected to see an angel emerge from the brilliant orb but instead it was a good looking man in jeans and a tee shirt. He looked around him in surprise taking in the scene.

"Brooke?" No one had had the time to tell him to expect her and he did a double take.

There was something in him she recognized from descriptions. "Dean? Oh my god, it's all true."

He noticed her tear streaked face and heard the flatline. "No, no, no..." He pushed her to one side and put his hands either side of his brothers face. "Sammy!"

"You're too late." She said quietly.

Dean didn't have time to mess around. "What was wrong with him?!" He shouted.

"He got pneumonia." She said. "It's common in Quadriplegics when they can't fight infection."

He stared at her and realized suddenly what his brother's idea of hell was. "Oh christ...Sammy, you poor bastard." He said looking at his brothers lifeless body.

There was no way Dean was letting this lay claim to his brother a second time, he'd saved him before and he'd do it again.

He looked at his watch. "Lock the door!" He shouted at her. "We got forty five seconds to bring him back."

He looked around the room and saw the defibrilators. He vaulted over the bed and activated the machine. It was painfully slow to power up and he was losing precious seconds.

"C'mon!" He shouted in impatience.

Finally the light went on and Dean put it on the maximum setting. He ripped open Sam's shirt and rubbed the paddles together frantically. Finally he placed them on his brothers chest and the volts shot through him arching his body. He fell back to the bed and Dean looked at the monitor pausing. "C'mon Sammy..."

There was finally the tiniest blip and they both breathed a sigh of relief.

Brooke checked Sam's airway as Dean tore the IV out and unhooked him from all the machines. "He's breathing."

Looking at his watch Dean took a couple of seconds to take his brothers young face in his hands. "Sam! Wake up. It's me."

Sam's eyelids flicked open slightly and Dean kissed the top of his head in relief. "Damn you scared me." He grinned.

"Dean...?"

"It's ok...I'm here now little brother, I've come to take you home." Reaching into his pocket he removed the talisman and put it around Sam's neck before throwing the sheets to one side and looping Sam's arm around him. Dean picked him up easily, he'd lost a serious amount of weight in the time he'd been there and looked more like a POW than the man he once knew.

He shifted his weight in his arms and turned to Brooke briefly. "I'm so sorry." Dean said.

She smiled through her tears. "Go. As long as I know he's alive somewhere, I'll be fine."

Dean didn't need to be told twice as he nodded at her and carried Sam back through the wormhole.

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Hope had been clipped by a bullet during her rescue and hadn't wanted to worry anyone as it was no more than a flesh wound so she waited for her father to go and had taken Cole with her to the bathroom to patch her up.

She sat on the edge of the bath as he cleaned the arm and began to dress it.

"What was it like?" He asked her.

She'd told them all that she'd only been gone a minute in Dean's time so they weren't expecting him to come back for a little while. "It's weird, like flying but you can't think or breathe."

"Does it hurt?"

"A little. Like you're being pulled in two directions at once."

"It's amazing. You travelled through time." He smiled at her but was still jealous.

"Dad did it first."

"He's a pioneer alright. You think he'll get him back?"

"If he can't no one can."

Cole suddenly looked serious. "It was really brave."

She punched him on the arm playfully. "Nah, he would do the same and so would you."

"Yeah." He finished patching her up and they returned downstairs.

Both men were still gone so the tension hadn't eased totally but now that they knew what was possible there were no tears in the kitchen as Bonnie gave them coffee.

Hope glanced at the garage door where Brooke sat staring into space, waiting. "Is she ok?"

"Not by a long shot." Bobby answered.

There was a knock on the front door and Cole went to get it returning a second later with Johnny. Bonnie glanced at his tired face, she'd almost forgotten about him.

"Well, the bitch is scattered all over the place. No one's going to find her in a hurry." He sat down wearily and accepted a mug of coffee. "Did I miss anything?" He said staring at the weird little Indian boy at opposite him.

"Not much." Cole said leaning on the counter. "Sanjeev here, helped us to open a wormhole in time and space, so Hope travelled back in time to a parallel Universe to get Dad who was about to get executed in jail."

"Dean's back?!" Johnny said like it was the only part of the story he was interested in.

"No." Cole continued. "He's gone to get Sam who Dylan says is dying in a hospital somewhere."

Johnny rolled his eyes. "Christ, remind me not to come here for Christmas."

Brooke stood up suddenly. "Something's happening." She shouted.

They all raced to the garage and watched impatiently as a flicker of light appeared in front of the far wall. They covered their eyes once more as the light erupted into the brilliant flash. It took a few seconds for it to calm down and they could see again.

Brooke stepped forwards slightly and covered her mouth with her hand as she saw Sam lying motionless on the floor. Dean had fallen a meter away and now flew across the floor to him.

"Sam!" He grabbed his jacket. He was back to how he'd looked that morning and nothing like the ghost he'd seen in hospital. "Sammy? Answer me."

No one dare move as they watched and waited for some response.

Dean looked at them briefly trying not to look scared. He slapped his brother hard across the face. "Sammy!" He shouted.

There was the flicker of response in Sam's face.

"Can you move?" Dean didn't let up.

Sam reached up and slapped Dean hard across the face. "Yeah, I can."

Dean sat back on the ground laughing in relief as Brooke ran to Sam and threw herself on top of him in tears. She couldn't speak as she held him.

"Hey. I'm ok..." Sam said soothing her. It felt amazing to be able to hold her in his arms and he didn't want to ever let go.

He looked over her shoulder and nodded at the others. "Where's Dylan?"

Johnny walked in carrying Dylan who looked tired but instantly seemed alert as soon as he saw his dad. Johnny let him down and he raced over to Sam.

Sam finally let his head fall back to the floor and he closed his eyes in relief as he held his wife and son to him.

Bonnie helped Dean off the floor and he put his arm around her following her into the kitchen. They all wandered out after them leaving Sam to enjoy the moment.

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sniff...all's well that end's well. Yay!!

Ok, maybe I am back to loving Dean as he refused to let Sam give up and brought him back for everyone to enjoy!