Hi! I'm so thankful with all the positive reviews! I can't help it, I love writing hurt Dean and protective Sam, it's my weakness. You all make my day! (HUG!) Without further ado, here's part 3! I hope you like it!

Sam looked over to the side of the bed Dean rested on. Sometime in the last few minutes Dean had fallen asleep, looking peaceful for the first time in almost two days. His chest rose and fell weakly as he struggled for breath. Sam rubbed Dean's back to help somewhat with easing his brother's troubled breathing. It didn't do much but the wheezing noises fell silently for a few minutes, giving Sam the impression that it was somewhat helpful.

Looking back at his laptop, Sam was about to continue his search when suddenly he froze. He found it. He found the cure. In some long lost book that was in their library, and it was just an incantation. What luck was this?

"Dean! I found it!" Sam turned his head to Dean, joy clear on his face before he noticed.

Dean wasn't breathing.

No.

"No, no no no, Dean!" Sam shouted, moving in front of his brother on the bed, landing on his knees. Sam grabbed his brother's shoulders and shaking him. Dean's head fell forward, landing on Sam's chest, lifeless. Sam grabbed Dean's face, pulling his face so they would be level with each other. "Dean!" But still, no response.

Laying Dean back down, Sam ran his eyes across the book that lay on the side of the bed where he dropped it after seeing Dean. Reaching over to desperately grab it, Sam started chanting the spell out as fast as he could, he spoke the last line and turned back to Dean…but nothing happened. No movement from Dean, no breathing, no anything...

Oh God. The cure wasn't working. Was it even the right cure? Had he messed? "Dean, no please, stay away. Come on buddy, wake up, please, wake up for me!" Sam was screaming now. This wasn't right. Dean wasn't supposed to go, not without him.

Sam pulled Dean close, so the first thing he would see when he open his eyes was Sam. "Dean, come back." Sam begged brokenly. "Please, I can't do this alone, I don't want to. Dean I need you. Please come home."

But nothing happened. Sam was alone.

"Please wake up!" Sam begged, whatever had held him together before had gone, leaving him desperate to simply breathe.

Without Dean he had nothing left. Without him, it was like he was walking a thin line without a safety net. Dean was always there to protect him, accept him, love him…no…no he would not accept nor live in a world where there was no Dean. They were brothers. Brothers. No bond could be stronger than that. Having a brother meant that no matter how hard things got, no matter how much they may annoy the other, that bond would always be there, still as strong as ever. Sam wasn't ready to give that up. He would never be ready. If Dean was truly gone, well, he would go right after him. They were soulmates. When they died, they would find the other right next to them, just like how it was in life.

And just like how he reacted in life, Dean would do anything to help his brother. With a sobbing Sam clinging to his prone body, Dean suddenly opened his eyes, gasping for breath.

Sam looked at him for a long moment. Then...quicker than he had ever moved in his life, Sam took Dean into a tight hold, ignoring the fact he was crying, ignoring how he felt not even a minute ago like his whole universe had been blown apart, just focusing on Dean. Always Dean. "Sammy…" First thing Dean said, using what little strength he had to hold Sam just as desperately.

Sam hands were on quickly his face, cupping Dean's chin and holding his head high to examine him. Sam gave a smile but Dean had a feeling it was mainly to hide his tears. One of Sam hands reached out to settle on Dean's chest, holding his brother still. "You're okay." Sam breathed, looking at Dean like he was the best, most wonderful sight he had ever seen. Dean reached his hand over to hold onto Sam's wrist, his smile as big as his brothers. "Course I'm okay." Dean said, giving a frail grin. "It's a big brother thing." He added, pleased with the smile it brought upon Sam's face.

He buried his face in Dean's chest, letting his tears overcome him. Dean wrapped him arms around him, shushing him gently. Promises left Dean's lips. Promises like I'm so sorry you had to go through that. I'm okay now. Please don't be sad Sammy. I've got you. I love you. Dean fought death to come back to his brother, as long as he could help it, Sam was never going to be alone.

Sam raised his head to look at his brother. His eyes red with tears. "Don't ever do that again." He practically growled.

Dean raise his eyebrows, amused. "You mean almost die?"

"Exactly. Never die on me again, got it?"

"That is one of my new year's resolutions, so yeah, I'll try to keep it."

Falling back on the bed, Sam placed his head lightly on Dean's collarbone. Wrapping his arms around Dean like a child, he scooted closer to him, making it psychically incapable of getting any closer. Not that either brother had a problem with the closeness. It was exactly what they needed. Dean did the same. There was no way Sam was letting Dean out of his sight, probably for a month.

Later that night, they both stayed in the same bed, Dean had put his head on Sam's shoulder and had swung an arm around Sam's waist, Dean was breathing softly, leaning into Sam's neck. Even this closeness wasn't enough for Sam because he simply pulled Dean in closer after a few minutes.

"Dean?" Sam whispered, sensing Dean wasn't asleep yet.

"Hm?"

"When the time is right, when we have no demons or angels bent on the apocalypse…Can we retire?"

Surprised by this random thought, Dean looked at his brother but there was no joke his Sam's eyes. Dean was silent, lost in his thought over the possibility. Quit hunting? It was a subject that they have talked about, more so than usual in the last few months. Yes, hunting was all he knew, and he couldn't see himself doing really anything else but...did he really want to continue this lifestyle? A lifestyle that would end with him losing his brother? No…no this idea was starting to sound more and more like a reality...

"…That…doesn't sound like a bad idea." Dean gave Sam his smile and Sam knew that for now everything was okay.