AN: Goooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! So so sorry for the delays! It's been a real hectic weekend! I had a great Thanksgiving! And I hope all of you guys did too! I stayed home and had a chicken lunch, with mashed potatoes, and mac and cheese. Lol! I also watched Frozen twice. I like Frozen. It's a good movie! I might do a Supernatural fic for Frozen with it's own Supernatural flair thrown in. I don't know yet. Still deciding. I also want to write a fic where Sam and Dean are princes with angst, nonsense, and a big old helping of brotherly fluff! Woot woot! If I decide to write them I'll post the summaries on the board later this week or something. Anyways, thank you all for the Thanksgiving wishes! Again I hope you all had a great Thanksgiving! Christmas is right around the corner! I still have to make gifts. I decided to make homemade gifts this year. I'll also be starting my Christmas baking soon too. I've already been drowned in Christmas music and movies, so I guess I'll listening and watching more of them. So any one do any Black Friday shopping? I didn't. My roommate and I wanted too but my dad gave his bitch face and we were like whatever. Although to be totally honest, I would be a little afraid of going Black Friday shopping. Mostly because of the crazy people out there and all the stories I hear of people dying on the news. So yeah. If you did some Black Friday shopping, kuddos to you! Like I said, I would be a bit afraid. Maybe next year! Anyways, I'll answer reviews next chapter, so onwards we go! When we left off, Sammy's okay! Woot! But he dreamt of Lucifer! Oh no! Let's see how he's doing!

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Going Home

Dean sat beside his brother and kept his vigil all through out the night. He didn't dare leave his brother's side. Except around midnight when the doctor made him lay down with the threat of stabbing a needle in his butt and knocking him with a sedative. So he laid down to rest and woke early to continue his vigil.

Bobby had gotten up and gone home to freshen up. He also went to go get Dean and Sam some clothes. He knew that as soon as Sammy woke up he was going to want to go home and give them the puppy eyes until it happens.

Dean stretched and smiled when he coffee. Good coffee. The hospital coffee sucked. He took the Starbucks cup and took a gulp of the savory drink.

"Mm finally. Good coffee. Not the sludge the hospital calls coffee." Dean said.

Bobby chuckled.

"Yeah. I figured we could use something better." Bobby said. "Got you some clothes and Sam's. I know that boy well wake up and want to go home."

"I do want to go home." A sleepy voice said.

"Sammy!" Dean exclaimed happily. "Good morning sleepy head. How do you feel?"

"Like I got hit by an eighteen wheeler." Sam croaked.

"Ouch. That what happens when you argue with a truck that big Sammy." Dean joked while pouring Sam a glass of water.

Dean helped Sam to sit up so he could drink a little.

"Small sips. Don't want you to get sick." Dean said.

Sam nodded and slowly sipped the water. He turned his head when he had enough. Dean gently laid him back and tuck the blanket around him when he shivered.

"Can we go home now? I want to go home." Sam said softly. His throat still hurt a little and he was still sleepy.

"We'll talk to the doctor and see. If he wants you here another night, then we're staying another night. Got it?" Dean said firmly.

"M'kay." Sam said groggily.

"Go back to sleep baby boy. We'll wake you when it's time to go home." Dean said carding a hand through the long locks.

"M'kay." Sam yawned and he fell back into oblivion.

"I'm gonna see if we can't get the doctor." Bobby said.

"No need." A voice from the door way said. "Good morning gentlemen."

"Morning Doc." Dean greeted.

"Mornin'" Bobby said.

"Let's see how Sam's doing." The doctor said.

The two hunters watched like hawks as the doctor checked Sam out. He scribbled and wrote things on the chart. He looked at the oxygen and were glad they were holding since he already took Sam off of oxygen earlier.

After a few more notes the doctor turned to Dean and Bobby.

"Well gentlemen. Sam here is doing well. But I can't seem to wrap my head around one thing." The doctor said.

"What's that?" Bobby asked.

"Sam should be mostly dead, but it's as if he wasn't injured at all. I'd like to run a few tests. A miracle like this. Why I can't even fathom it!" The doctor said kinda giddy.

"What tests? You mean you want to use my little brother as like a lab rat?" Dean asked a hint of rage in his voice.

"Not a lab rat. Just some test. This case is highly interesting I want to study Sam." The doctor said.

"Fat chance in Hell! Sammy will not be used for your sick benefit!" Dean yelled.

"Please Mr. Singer. Consider it! This could be a scientific break through!" The doctor stated firmly, holding his ground.

"No! He will not be used like that!" Dean said. "Get out! Now!"

"Fine. I'll be back later." The doctor said leaving the small family alone.

"Dean. We need to get Sam out of here. Like now!" Bobby said.

"I know! But how? We can't risk being seen by anyone!" Dean said.

"What about Castiel? Think he can zap us out of here?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah. Hang on, let me call him." Dean said.

Dean pulled out his phone and dialed Cas' number.

"Yes Dean?" Castiel answered.

Dean told the angel everything and appeared before Dean.

"You have found him." Castiel said looking at the youngest Winchester.

"Yeah. Cas we need the quick getaway like now, before the doctor comes back." Dean said.

"Right. Grab onto me." Castiel said.

Castiel lifted Sam like he weighed nothing and felt Dean and Bobby grab him and they took off to Bobby's place. Castiel gently settled Sam on the couch and went to retrieve the Impala.

About an hour later

Sam began stir. He was caught into one of his nightmare's where Lucifer pays him a visit to get him to say yes. Couldn't the damn angel get it in his head? No means no!

He whimpered and thrashed. Trying to throw off Lucifer.

He heard a voice calling to him and he woke up.

"D'n?" Sam slurred.

"Hey buddy. You okay?" Dean asked.

"Luc'fer. Saw him again." Sam said sleepily.

"Sam." Another voice said.

"Cas'iel?" Sam asked drowsily. He was still tired. Damn meds.

"Sam, did you say you saw Lucifer?" Castiel asked.

Sam nodded. "In my dreams. He tortures me to say yes. I don't want to say yes."

Castiel looked at Sam sadly. He had to do something. Sam was his friend. He couldn't let him suffer. He knelt down and placed two fingers on his forehead and muttered something in a language they didn't understand.

"I've put up a small barrier in your mind to keep him out. It isn't permanent I'm afraid, but it'll keep Lucifer out until we can come up with something." Castiel said.

"Thank you." Sam said and fell back into a dreamless healing sleep.

Whoop! That ass butt doctor! Trying to use Sammy as a science project.

Until Next Time! *had to cancel my Netflix* Noooooooooooooo!