I need to tell you that you will find out later in the story of why Azazel doesn't like Sam now, but he will be Azazel's favorite later. Thanks!

Dean's POV

My dad runs in a few seconds after I collapsed. I hate for him to see me crying, but I don't care right now. My little brother is dying on a table in a room a few feet away.

My dad surprised me today. He saw me on the floor and picked me off of it. He turned me around to face him and he hugged me. My dad hugged me! The man that doesn't show any emotions, hugged me!

I stood there shocked for a moment and then I hugged him back. I'm definitely not the hugging kind of guy. I usually wouldn't hug, but with my little brother in the hospital... I really need a hug. How could all this have happened to my little brother?
How could I let this happen? This is all my fault!

My dad was the first to pull away from the hug. "I'm going to call Bobby, Caleb, and Jim. I'll be right back. Just sit in a chair and calm down while I'm gone." My dad tells me and walks away.

I walk over to a chair and I look down. I bring my hands in front of my face, and right away I knew it was a mistake. I saw a crimson color on my hands. It was blood. Not just any blood either. Sam's blood. I can't handle that. I run to the bathroom and
scrub my hands for 5 minutes.

I walk out and somehow I still feel dirty. I need a shower, but I'm not leaving Sam in this hospital without me. Sam better be prepared for the most mother henning of his life. I don't care if Sam yells at me to get out. I'm staying.

The kid is probably mad at me. I wouldn't blame him if he was mad at me. I mean I forgot my little brothers Birthday! That is a job for a big brother that doesn't care about his little brother! I love my little brother. He gives me so much. I just don't
tell him enough. That is changing today!

I just have to wait until Sam is it if surgery to tell him.

A few hours later...

Dad, Bobby, Caleb, Pastor Jim, and me are all in the waiting room waiting for news in Sam. I kept pacing and I couldn't stop. That was until Pastor Jim told me to sit down because it was making him nervous.

I sat down and started bouncing my knee. I continued for a few minutes until I felt a hand fall on my knee.

I looked up and I saw it was Bobby. "Calm down, boy. Everything will be fine." Bobby tells me.

"I can't Bobby. My little brother is in there hurt and it's all my fault!"

"Noneof this is your fault. You did the best you could, okay?"

I nod my head, but I don't need it. I know all this is my fault and nothing will change my mind.

A few minutes later, a doctor comes out and he was taking his bloody gloves off. "Samuel Smith?" The Doctor asked.

We all stand up. "How is my brother, doc?" I asked anxiously.

"Samuel has been hurt very badly for a kid his age. He will have to take it easy for at least 5 months. This is just to make sure his shoulder heals properly. He has many cuts on his body. Most of them needed stitches. A few might leave scars. I'm sorry."
The doctor explains to us.

"When can we see him, doc?" My dad asks him.

"You actually can see him right now. Only family is allowed in though."

"I'm his dad, this is his brother, and these are his uncles." My dad tells him.

"Okay, but only a couple of people can see him right now. His condition is very critical. We don't want to scare him with a lot of people." The Doctor explains. "Who is it going to be?" He asked.

"Me!" I whisper shouted.

"Me and my son, doctor." My dad tells him.

"Alrighty, right this way." He said and made a hand gesture for me to follow him.

I looked at Bobby. "We'll be right here." Bobby tells me and gives me a thumbs up for encouragement.

We were at the front of the door when the doctor stoped up.

"I have to tell you this first. I didn't know who you wanted to hear this. But, since you are Sam's closes family and he lives with you I will tell you two. Should I wait for Sam's mom?" He asked.

"Our mom died when Sam was a baby," I explain.

"Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that. Should I continue?" We nod and he does. "Sam doesn't look to good right now. So don't be terrified with it. He is in a very small coma. He will wake up soon. Trust me. We have in in a ventilator because his breathing was
uneven. We will take I out when Sam wakes up."

"A COMA!? Is it bad? When will he wake up?" I asked panicked.

"No need to panic. I don't know now, but I know it will be soon."

"No need to panic!? My little brother is in a coma!" I yell.

"Dean..." My dad warned. I quickly shut my mouth. I was still not happy with my little brother in a coma.

"Thanks, doc." My dad says.

"Your welcome," The doctor says and goes to walk off, but he looks like he suddenly remembered something and turned around. "Oh! I was wondering how old Sam was. I didn't know what room to put him in because you accidentally skipped the blank on the forms
you filled out.

"He's 13- I mean 14!" I say. The doctor nods and walks away.

Jeez, why do I do that!? Why can't I remember that his Birthday passed?! I'm a terrible brother.

"Dean, c'mon. Let's go see Sam." My dad says.

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