Again thank you for reading and reviewing. The story is beginning to wind down. I think there will be about two more chapters after this one.

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For the second time that day the elder Winchesters and Caleb found themselves sitting in the hallway while the three men all shed tears for their Sammy. The three men knew they would be forever haunted by what Sam had said. Sam knew he was dieing and he was terrified.

Finally, an incredibly worn out looking Dr. Drake came out of the room.

Dr. Drake was trying his hardest to keep the tears at bay. He did not know Sam well. He had only see the kid awake for a total of ten minutes the last few days, but he knew Sam was a good kid who did not deserve what happened to him. That made what he was about to tell Sam's family even harder. Jason Drake knew that these three men cared for the sixteen-year-old more than anything.

"We got him back."

Dean looked at Dr. Drake. He wiped the tears from his cheeks and then cleared his throat. "He's going to die isn't he?"

Dr. Drake looked at youngest of the three men and saw the intense sorrow in his eyes. He could tell Dean was barely holding himself together. Dr. Drake took a deep breath and wiped his hand over his face. "His temperature just will not come down. I'm sorry. At this point, it is up to Sam, but his body has just been through so much. He's fading fast. I think its time to prepare for the worst…and say…"

Dean spoke up as he felt the lump in his throat grow bigger, "Say our goodbye's right. You want us to say goodbye to a sixteen-year-old boy who went to the cross-country practice from hell." Dean stood up and walked in the direction of the bathroom. The other men could tell that Dean was probably in the bathroom shedding the tears that were building up in his sorrow-filled eyes. John then asked the doctor how much time he thought Sam had. Dr. Drake shook his head, "Not long."

A few moments later Dean emerged from the bathroom and went right to Sam's room.

John and Caleb shook Dr. Drake's hand. "I am so very sorry."

"Thanks for everything you've done." John whispered before him and Caleb joined Dean in Sam's room.

Jason Drake once again went to his office. He picked up something off his desk and threw it at the wall. "Damnit!" He hated losing patients, but always found it ten times harder to lose kids.

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John and Caleb had both whispered I love you's to Sam. John apologized since he now realized he would probably never have the chance. Both John and Caleb cried as they said their goodbyes to Sam, but Dean refused. He kept telling them that Sam would make it.

"Dean, you need to accept it. Please Dean. Say something to Sam. You have the opportunity to say goodbye." Caleb said to Dean.

"I will not say goodbye to my little brother. We were supposed to go out together. We were supposed to go out together. Please can you guys leave me alone for a few minutes? Please."

Both John and Caleb acquiesced to Dean's request and went out into the hallway.

Dean got up and lay down next to Sam. He put his arm around the youngest Winchester before he began talking to Sam.

"Sammy I remember this day when you were eight years old. You asked me what would happen if something ever happened to Dad since we did not have a mom. I told you that I would always be here for you, always. Then you asked me what if something then happened to me. Do you remember what I said? I said Sammy nothing will ever happen to me because I am batman and I am awesome. We both laughed before you made the conversation serious again. You asked me again, what would happen if something happened to me. Now do you remember what my real answer was? I said Sam I will never leave you. I will always be there for you because I am nothing without you. Then you being far too mature for an eight-year-old boy said, 'Dean, I will never let something happen to me either because I would not want you to be really sad if you were alone without me.'

Dean felt a tear run down his cheek. "Sam, then we made the pact. I know you remember the pact because we have talked about it a dozen times. I do not think dad realizes how serious we are about it. I am going to remind you of our pact. When we die, we go out together. No ifs ands or buts about it. That's our Winchester brother law Sammy. You cannot break that law. You promised me you would never leave me alone Sammy. You promised me. Sam, I know I always say no chick-flick moments but hell to my dumb ass rule right now. I love you Sammy. I love you little brother and you have to keep our pact; you just have too."

Dean then kissed Sam's head and fell asleep hugging Sam close to him.

John and Caleb looked at each other outside the room. They had heard everything Dean had said. "I can't lose Sammy Caleb. I cannot lose him. He is my baby. I can't lose my boys."

Caleb watched the tough as nails John Winchester break down in front of him. "I know Johnny, I know."

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John and Caleb both slept in the plastic chairs next to Sam's bed while Dean slept next to Sam. John woke up at two in the morning and noticed something. Sam seemed less sweaty. He blinked his eyes just to be sure, but he was almost certain. He went out in the hall and got a nurse. She came in and took Sam's temperature. She looked at the temperature and gave John a smile. "It is down to 103 degrees."

John could not believe what he was hearing. "Wait does that mean the antibiotics are finally working."

"I cannot say for sure, but this is definitely a positive sign."

"Hey six hours ago I was told my son was dieing so anything positive at this point is much appreciated."

The nurse left and John went over to Sam and whispered in his ear. "Kiddo, you are doing good. You keep fighting Sammy. You keep fighting."

The nurse took Sam's temperature several more times during the night and each reading was lower and lower. John was overjoyed. It looked like things were finally looking up.

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Dean woke up the next morning as he felt something touch his hand. He looked around and saw both his dad and Caleb asleep in their respective chairs. Dean became confused when he felt it again. Then suddenly he realized not what but who was touching his hand. Dean looked down and saw Sam's hazel eyes looking up at him.

"Hey…Dean"

"Sammy! Oh my god you're awake."

Dean placed a hand on Sam's forehead and realized that one Sam was much less clammy and two that his head felt significantly cooler.

Dean pressed the call button. Thirty seconds later a nurse came in and her eyes opened in shock when she saw Sam looking at her. "He's awake!" Dean exclaimed.

The nurse gave the two Winchester boys a warm smile. "I see that. Welcome back Sam."

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