Author's Note: Dean's awake! Yay! Now what's gonna happen?

Sorry for the really long wait. I thought my beta hadn't gotten it back to me but she had ^_^;; Sorry again! I feel bad for making you guys wait :/

On another note, there are only going to be a chapter or two left of this story. Just to let y'all know :]

Thanks for the reviews. I'd love it if you guys left more of 'em for me 'bout this chapter ;]

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"It's alright," Sam tried to soothe his brother's pain as Nelson pulled the ventilator out after two days of Dean waking up off and on. Nelson had said he needed to be awake for more than an hour before they could take it out. Before Nelson had started to pull the ventilator out, he had put a cannula in Dean's nose to help him breath. Sam felt Dean squeeze his hand lightly but it took a large amount of effort for him to squeeze his hand that hard. Sam gave a light squeeze back letting Dean know he was here for him.

"There you go," Nelson smiled putting the ventilator in the corner. He turned back to Dean. "Can you try to say something?"

"You alright Sammy?" It came out barely as a whisper and it took a lot for Dean to say those three words.

Sam rolled his eyes because Dean was more worried about Sam than himself. "I'm fine." Dean smiled and gave a light squeeze of his hand before letting go.

"Now Dean, you took a number of injuries. You have a fever that we've been able to pull down to 100. On top of that, you have an infection in the wounds on your chest. It's affecting your breathing and that's why you are on oxygen. You're on antibiotics to fight against the infection. You suffered from two head wounds along with a couple broken ribs. You were severally dehydrated and starved when you were brought here by air care."

Dean's eyes went wide and he looked over at Sam. "Air care?"

"What's wrong with air care?" Nelson noticed the exchanged between the brothers.

"He doesn't like to fly." Sam answered which Dean shot him a look telling Sam that he could answer for himself.

"Then it's a good thing you didn't wake up." Nelson half joked and was half serious. "Now, can you tell me how you sustained the broken ribs and wounds to your head?"

Dean closed his eyes and Sam thought he had gone back to sleep but realized his brother was trying to remember. "I rolled down a hill… Hit my head against a tree. That tree full on Swayzed me too." Dean frowned with a hoarse voice. "Hit more trees… The aftershock hit me hard."

"Which probably hurt your ribs more," Nelson nodded taking notes on what happened. "When Sam found you, he said you were laying on the ground unconscious. Do you remember how you got there?"

Dean looked around the room as if it would give him a clue to what happened. "I heard gunshots and ran after them because I thought Sammy was hurt."

"You ran?" Sam raised his eyebrows were his bangs swallowed them.

"Yeah I needed to make sure you were alright. Was that you who fired the gun?" Dean asked shifting his gaze to Sam.

"I was attacked by a bear," Sam showed Dean his wrapped arm and pulled it back to his stomach trying to keep the pain to a minimum.

"A bear?" Dean asked in disbelief.

"Yes."

"And you killed it and got away with only that injury?"

"Yes."

Dean whistled but was interrupted by a yawn. "Damn." He muttered through the yawn.

"We'll talk more tomorrow," Nelson said. "I'm going to give you something to help you sleep. Is that alright Dean?" Dean nodded leaning into the bed letting the fatigue was over taking him. He smiled when he felt the pain meds begin to kick in.

"Night Sammy," Dean muttered turning his head so he was facing Sam.

"Night Dean. I'll be here when you wake up." Sam ruffled his brothers hair.

"'Kay."

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Dean opened his eyes slowly and blinked as everything came into focus. It took him a moment to remember where he was. Once the memories followed back, Dean looked over to see that Sam was asleep with his head resting against the wall. Bobby was out of the room probably getting coffee. Dean looked back to his brother and laid his head back against the pillow. He felt hot and achy from the fever and infection. On top of being hot, he was sweaty. He hurt all over and wanted the pain to go away. It was nice when the doctor had given him the drugs that made him go to sleep and let the pain slip away. He wanted more of it but he would never ask for it in front of Sam because he didn't want to Sam to see that he was hurting.

Closing his eyes, Dean tired to remember the days he had been asleep in the woods. He couldn't remember the three days he had been unconscious in the woods. He remembered hearing the gun shots and the dread washing through his body. Other than that, everything else was one big black mess. He somewhat remembered telling Sam that yelling at him was making it hard to sleep. He remembered Sam forcing water down his throat. Other than that, everything else was a jumbled mess of memories.

Hearing someone walk into the room, Dean opened his eyes to see Bobby standing in the door way. He was leaning against the door frame soaking in the sight of Dean laying in the bed and Sam fast asleep in the chair. Casually, Bobby glanced over at Dean while taking a swallow of his coffee. Dean was about to say something when Bobby put his hand up. Even though Dean had been awake for the past three days, he hadn't had time to talk to Bobby who was more of a father to him then his own father.

"Bob—" Dean began before Bobby held his hand up again.

"You heard me didn't you?" Bobby rested his right leg on top of his left and held his coffee in-between his legs.

Dean opened his mouth to say something funny but decided against it. "Yeah."

Bobby let a smile creep up on his face. "Your brother over there," Bobby jerked a thumb over at Sam. "He needed you to wake up. As you can tell, he wasn't sleeping or eating. He only left the room twice. Once 'cuz I made the idjit take a shower. The second time I forced him out of the room to get fresh air."

Dean ran his hand through his spiky hair, which was damp from sweat, while he looked at Sam who looked peaceful for once. "I heard you and Sam. I was about to let go the first time I heard Sam's voice. He told me I need you. I knew I needed to keep going. Sam would kill me if he knew I was about to let go."

"Well I'm glad you heard us son. I wouldn't be very happy with ya either." Bobby took another drink of his coffee.

"When I heard your voice, I knew how much Sam needed me. I fought my body's instinct to shut down. It got better. It hurt a hellva lot and I was in pain. More pain then I am right now actually." Dean tried to lose himself in the softness of the mattress and blankets. To let it take all the pain away from him. "When I heard Sam tell me to move my finger, I had to try. I knew if I did that, I could wake up."

Slowly nodding, Bobby looked into his coffee cup. Dean felt his eyes begin to close even though he had just been asleep. He was in pain and didn't want to fall asleep like that because he knew he might not wake back up. Dean was about to say something when Bobby spoke first. "Sleep, I'll call the doctor in to give you some more pain medicine."

With that, Dean let the fatigue and pain over take his body.