Those Winchester Boys

The sun barely peeked past the soft grey clouds as Bobby stood in the junkyard, his eyes going up to the Impala as he fixed the broken window that was finally replaced. "John...your boys...they were tough...hard to believe something as simple as a haunting would end it like that. It's a shocker...that for sure." Brushing the last few glass shards on to the ground Bobby sighed to himself. "Dean never got around to fixing the window on the Impala...figured I do it. He took care of this car...and he took care of Sam too, John, just like he always promised he would...I'm sure everyone was shocked the moment they heard what had happened...it's a shame...it's a real damn shame."

"Bobby...who you talking to?"

Looking behind him a soft smile went over Bobby's face. "Your dad." Bobby muttered as he stepped away from the Impala. "How does she look Dean?"

"Oh Bobby...you fixed my car!" Dean's excitment was radiated rather loudly as he walked over to the Impala and smiled down to the newly fixed window. "Thanks, man."

"It had to be done and with Sam still in the hospital I wasn't sure if you would ever get to it...why aren't you with Sam anyways?"

"..." Looking at his reflection Dean sighed. "...I can't stay in the same room as him anymore Bobby..." Looking to the elder hunter Dean's face turned down in a unhappy expression. "...I promised Sam I would protect him and I ended up slitting his throat...he's lucky to be alive!"

"If you keep blaming that crap on yourslef I'm going to have you put in a rubber room!!" Bobby snapped as his face glowed with anger. "If you wanna keep blaming yourself like you were in control, we can! We can keep you away from Sam, we can throw your ass in jail and we can watch as the give you a lethal injection!!" Walking forward Bobby's voice lowered. "Or you can come to terms that you weren't yourself and that a ghost did this...not you." Nothing but silence was between the two as Bobby backed off. "You should go back to see Sam, take the Impala. Your brother needs you Dean." Handing Dean the keys Bobby opened up the gate and waited for the Winchester to drive off.

"...yeah." Dean barely mumbled as he climbed into the Impala and took off.

XxX-Four Days Later-xXx

The steady beep of the heart monitor strapped to Sam's chest was enough to make Dean hurl on the spot. He sat in the chair next to his brother's bed, his eyes going over all the machines as they worked hard to keep Sam alive. Dean's eyes showed nothing but hurt, each time he saw Sam's chest forced to draw in air he cringed. Setting a hand to his forehead he hid his tears. "Sammy...I'm sorry..." He mumbled again. His form leaning forward and reaching out to touch his brother's hand...Sam was motionless. "C'mon Sammy...I'm supposed to be the one always dying...remember? I'm the one who always ends up with those weird things that happen on the inside...not you...you're the mind freak..." A chuckled escaped Dean's lips at an attempt to cheer himself up. His lips turning down moments after. "...please Sammy...wake up...wake up." What Dean wouldn't have sacrificed just to see Sam flinch from his touch. It had already been a couple weeks since the accident. Dean's body had healed realtively quickly...but Sam...he was ill.

'...he's very sick...' Dean could still hear the doctor's words in his head. '...the beatings on his body had caused some mild internally bleeding which his body was able to repair on its own but an infection had gotten in through the several wounds...the loss of blood is making it hard for his body to fight off the infection...all we can really do it try to give him some painkillers and wait for him to wake up...'

XxXxXx

A gentle grip on Dean's shoulder slowly lifted him from a very light sleep. Looking to the hand firmly shaking him awake he followed it up to the warm comfroting gaze of Ellen. His lips almost ready to curl down and burst out in whimpers yet he held them in. "Ellen..." He whispered as he turned his eyes from her to Sam...still in the same position. "...what are you doing here?"

"...I know this is hard for you Dean...Sam's your only living family you know...but you have to leave the hospital...you can't stay here day in and day out worrying about him...you have to eat something you have to sleep..."

"I eat..." Dean mumbled as he continously looked to Sam's weakened form.

"...don't lie to me Dean Winchester. Now your daddy taught you a lot better than this. Instead of sitting here moping you should be looking for a way to save Sam!"

"It's not that easy!!" Dean barked as he stood up, the chair he had occupied was thrown aside as he faced Ellen. "You said it yourself, Sam's my only living family!! I would give anything ANYTHING just to find him a cure but it's not that easy! What should I do Ellen? Some voodoo spell? Make another deal, sell my soul for Sam so he can live and I die in a month!? There's nothing I can do! I know there's nothing...so I'm going to stay here...and I'm going to watch over him. Wether he comes out of this coma or not...I'm going to be the first to know when he's awake and, god help me, if he dies." Dean's breaths came out in soft pants as he stared into Ellen's eyes, in his fit of rage he hadn't seen the tears that had already formed and fallen from her eyes. "What's wrong?"

"...Jo's in trouble."

THE END

I'm starting to write up a sequel for this story, it's going to be Dean based where he's dealing with Sam's coma and helping to find Jo. There will be several parts in the story where Dean returns to Sam's side and several heart wretching decisions Dean has to decide on. Look for 'The Hardest Thing' in the near future.