Yeah, another update! Now that it is summer, I will be able to update much faster. Enjoy chapter 10!

It had been four hours. Four incredibly long hours since Sam had been rushed past him in a flurry activity. It had been four hours since Sam had entered surgery and still there had been no news. Well no news is good news. Or was it? Maybe there was no news yet because they were afraid to tell him that they had not been able to save his brother. No, there had been no news yet because they were still repairing Sammy's broken body. After all, there had been a lot of damage and that was only what Dean had seen on the outside. There could be internal injuries, like bleeding. Jen had told him that she thought that one of his ribs had punctured his right lung. That would probably take a while to repair. Who knows what else they might have to do. Dean twisted the silver ring that was around his finger over and over again anxiously. He desperately wanted news of his brother, but he was afraid what they might tell him. If his brother was dead, he didn't know what he would do. For what felt like the millionth time, and probably was, Dean went up to the nurse at the desk.

"Is there any news yet?"

"No, Mr. Williams, nothing yet," the nurse said, rather annoyed. "I will tell you as soon as I know anything. As I have told you before."

Dean huffed impatiently and shuffled back to his seat. His hands wound together and through his hair, desperately trying to find a way to vent their impatience and anxiousness. Unable to take it anymore, Dean got up and began pacing back and forth across the waiting room. Other people in the room stared curiously at the bloodied man pacing across the room, wondering if they should help him, or be afraid of him. The nurse followed his progress back and forth across the room, getting more annoyed with each step the man took.

"Would you please sit down?" the nurse said. "You're making me dizzy."

Dean glared at the nurse and reluctantly plopped down in his seat. He looked at his watch; it was 6:34 AM. It was then that he realized just how tired he was. He hadn't slept since Sam had disappeared, which was roughly a day ago. Had it really been only a day? It had seemed so much longer without Sam. Dean couldn't stop thinking about how Sam had looked when he had found him. He couldn't erase the image of the demon squeezing the life out of his little brother. Or the feeling of horror he had felt when he saw the blood blossoming on Sam's shoulder. After all the anguish and impatience Dean had gone through in the past 24 hours, Sam just had to okay. He had to at least be alive. Sam was a fighter; he wouldn't make it all the way to the hospital just to die.

Dean scanned the room; all the other people in the room looked just as desperate as him. Some of them would receive good news, while others would learn that their loved ones had moved on. Dean desperately hoped he was a member of the first group rather than the latter. Parents, grandparents, sisters, and brothers crowded the room. Some would leave with smiles, while others would leave in tears. Dean grasped his hands together even tighter and tried to ignore the sting at the corner of his eyes. He wasn't going to cry, not now. Not until he knew how Sam was.

A doctor walked through the doors at the right side of the waiting room, clipboard in hand. She scanned the room briefly and ruffled through the papers on her clipboard.

"Excuse me, could I please see the relatives of Samuel Williams?" She said, glancing at the various faces staring at her in the room. All the other people put their heads back down dejectedly and Dean leaped from his seat and found himself in front of the doctor with lightning speed.

"How is he?" Dean asked, trying to read the doctors face. "Is he alive? Is he going to okay?"

"Please calm down Mr. Williams," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder. She held out her hand and Dean took it quickly, wanting to hear news of a Sam. "I am Doctor Turner. Follow me and I'll tell you how your brother is doing."

Doctor Turner led Dean through the white doors and led him down a long hallway with white washed walls. Everything was so white and clean. They passed six doors and finally stopped at a door that looked exactly like all the other ones.

"This is Sam's room," Doctor Turner said. Dean tried to open the door, but the doctor blocked his way. "I need to talk to you first before you go in."

"Is he okay?" Dean asked, worry seeping into his voice.

"Yes, he will live."

"Oh thank god," Dean said, relief clearly evident on his face.

"But I still need to talk to you before you go in," Doctor Turner said, her smile turning into a more serious glare.

"Shoot."

"Your brother had many serious injuries," Doctor Turner began. "He had two broken ribs, one of which punctured his right lung. The surgeons were able to fix that up nicely. He had an innumerable amount of stitches to repair his back. By the way, what the hell happened to his back? It looked as if he had gotten whipped at least 10 times."

"Well, Sammy here decided to run away from me," Dean said, trying to decide what to tell the doctor. "He went and got himself kidnapped by that girl back there. She tortured him. I got there in time to shoot her in the head before she killed him."

"He got kidnapped, by a girl?" asked Doctor Turner, a look of disbelief crossing her face.

"She's a lot stronger than most girls," Dean said, trying to get the doctor to believe him. "She may not look it, but she can kick some serious ass. And she came after him from behind and knocked him out. By the time he woke up, he was tightly bound to a chair."

"Okay," the doctor said slowly, trying to find a flaw in Dean's explanation. "How exactly did you find him?"

"I tapped into the GPS on his cell phone," Dean said, flashing the doctor one of his most brilliant smiles. He found that he was in a spectacular mood ever since finding out Sam was okay. "Now please continue on how Sam is."

"Alright," she said, still a little uncertain with how truthful Dean was being with her. "Okay, I have good news and bad news. We put his arm in a cast and his ribs should be able to mend correctly now that they are set in place. Also, we had to put him on an artificial respirator so he could breath, so he will be mildly sedated to avoid any discomfort."

"Okay, so what's the good news?" Dean asked, a smile still lingering on his face.

"That was the good news."

"What do you mean?" Dean asked, the smile disappearing at fast as it had appeared.

"Well, since your brother had been cut off from a sufficient amount of oxygen for so long, there were certain complications."

"What kind of complications?" Dean asked, fear creeping into his voice.

"Oxygen deprivation can affect the brain and cause some problems," Doctor Turner began. "Your brother doesn't remember what happened to him."

"You mean he has some memory loss?" Dean asked.

"Yes," Doctor Turner said. "We are not sure how much has been erased from his mind, but I am sure you will be able to help him remember anything he has forgotten."

"Of course," Dean said, the smile once again appearing on his face. "I can do that no problem. If that's it, I would love to see my brother."

"Wait, Mr. Williams-" Doctor Turner said, trying to block Dean's path.

Dean pushed past the doctor and opened the door to Sam's room. Sam was laying on his bed in a drug-induced doze. He turned his head at the creak of the door and saw Dean smiling at him from the doorway.

"Hey Dean," he said.

Dean felt his throat tightening up. Sam's voice sounded so raspy and weak, but he was alive. Oh thank god he was alive. Dean ran over to Sam's bed and rapped his arms around his little brother.

"Thank god you're okay," he said, the tears finally streaming down his face. "I thought I lost you."

"It's okay…Dean," Sam said, rapping his uninjured arm around Dean. "I'm…still here."

Dean pulled back and looked at his brother with concern.

"I'm sorry," Dean said. "Your ribs must be killing you. And your back too. Do you want to lay on your side so you don't have to put pressure on it?"

"No, I'm okay," Sam said, smiling at his brother's affection. "There's a lot of bandages on it. I'm so hyped up on drugs anyway."

Dean laughed and what a wonderful sound it was. He pulled up a chair to Sam's bedside and sat down, gripping Sam's uninjured hand. It felt so good to hold his hand in his and not have to worry if he was going to leave him at any second. Sam looked up at Dean and a confused look crossed his face.

"What's a matter Sam?" Dean asked.

"I was just wondering," Sam said, carefully choosing his words, "where's dad?"

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