I suck….I know I do. Really. Don't worry, I hope to make it up to all of you! Here are the last few chapters of the story!

He didn't know where he was. An empty soul snatching black abyss engulfed him into an artificial rest. He remembered bits and pieces of what had happened. He remembered seeing Dean's crumbled body, and white hot pain encasing his body. He vaguely remembered seeing Kayla and Nathan being thrown up against a wall. Then everything went black. No more memories past that.

Where was he? How come he couldn't move? Where the hell was Dean? He attempted to move, but seemed to be paralyzed…the demon! Within seconds, the gaps within his memory were filled. The demon was gone for good, Sam knew that. So why was he still in so much pain? And where was Dean? What if he didn't make it? What if Dean…What if the demon killed him? This couldn't be happening! Somehow Sam needed to get out of this black hell hole. Dean's life could depend on it.

Dean was wheeled into his brother's room, anxiety building within. How was he supposed to tell his brother that it was his fault that he was in this mess? If he had just given into what the demon wanted Sam would be sitting next to him: his trusty geek boy giving him all the information on the next hunt. How could he tell his brother that he needed revenge, more now than ever? He had lost enough before, but losing Sam…there was nothing he wouldn't do for him.

"I'll be right outside if you need anything okay? Take as long as you would like sweetie," Aimee said, leaving Dean with his brother.

Clearing his throat, Dean made his way over to the bed. What he saw shocked him to say the least. Sam laid there, paler than a piece of paper, and as thin as he had ever seen him. Dark circle's pooled beneath his eyes, and numerous machines beeped around him. Multiple tubes stuck in and out of random places in his body.

"Oh Sammy," he said, placing one hand on his brother's bandaged arm. "You know, I'm surprised, hell, I'm mad at you Sam. No, I'm past mad, I'm full on furious! How the hell could you go along with a demon? That was Dad's number one rule Sammy! Remember? Don't ever trust a demon. So what do you do? You go along with its plans! I don't understand. You are so stupid Sam! How could you make that deal? If you just held out for a little bit longer, it would be me going into that surgery right now. You'd be safe," a tear found its way down Dean's cheek, marking a path for others to follow. "I mean even when we get to some place where they can treat you…the chances that you will come out of the OR is fifty-fifty. What am I supposed to do? Just sit around here, and wait to see if you come out of surgery? You know, ever since I was little, it's been my job to make sure that you were okay. Scrapped knees, concussions, broken arms…the whole shebang. But I don't know how to patch this one up, Sam. You gotta help me here. When you go back to the OR, you need to fight. Don't ever give up Sammy, because I need you. I need to keep bandaging your cuts, and stitching you back up. Please, don't leave me again Sam. I don't think I could-"

A knock on the door stopped him from continuing. A nurse (not Aimee) popped her head into the room. "Excuse me sir? Sorry for interrupting, but we need to take him to prep for surgery."

Already? No, no, no, no… "Now? I mean…can't we…I just need a little more time."

"I'm sorry sir, but the doctors are waiting for him. We need to take him as soon as possible."

Dean turned and looked at his broken brother in front of him. Quietly, he leaned over and whispered, "I am so sorry Sammy. I'm…it's because of me that you're here, and I'm going to make sure that you come out of this. Keep fighting, and I'll be here when you wake up. I'll stay right here until you come back to me, okay?"

"Sir?" the pushy nurse nudged him and placed a warm hand on his shoulder. "He's going to be fine. We have an excellent staff who will be operating on him. He's going to make it out in one piece," she stated, wheeling his little brother out of the room. "I'll update you on his condition as soon as we know something."

"Thanks," Dean murmured. And for the first time in his life, he felt completely alone.

Sam pushed as hard as he could to get the darkness away from him. Tried escaping, clawing, even screaming, but it was no use. He couldn't even move his fingers, let alone fight the abyss. His body was too tired. I gotta know if Dean is okay. Somehow I need to get to him. Oh God, what if…what if I'm too late? What if the demon already killed him?

"Oh Sammy."

Dean? His voice sounded far away, and muffled at times. Dean! I'm right here. Please just tell me that we're not dead. Tell me that you are okay!

"I'm surprised, hell I'm mad at you Sam. No, I'm past mad, I'm full on furious with you! How the hell could you go along with a demon?"

Don't be mad. I did it to save you! I couldn't just stand there and let it kill you. God, I'd do anything if it meant saving you. I didn't get the chance to do that for Jess…I couldn't lose you too. He could hear the tears in his brothers voice.

"Even when we get to place where they can treat you…the chances that you will come out of the OR is fifty-fifty. What am I supposed to do?

What do you mean fifty-fifty? Am I in that bad of shape? Oh God Dean. I'm sorry-

"I am so sorry Sammy. I'm…it's because of me that you're here, and I'm going to make sure that you come out of this. Keep fighting, and I'll be here when you wake up. I'll stay right here until you come back to me, okay?"

I won't give up Dean. I'm going to keep fighting. I promise I will get through this surgery…Nothing is going to keep me here!

Waiting was always the hardest part, as Tom Petty once said. And while his music kinda sucked, Dean had to agree with the man. Especially when his brother's life hung in the balance. Time wasn't a factor in his world. He vaguely felt the presence of Kayla and Nathan, but paid no attention to the pair. All his energy was spent focusing on Sam. Dean felt so helpless just sitting there. He needed someone he could trust. Someone who would understand how he felt. But that someone was miles away.

Ring! The tiny cell phone in Dean's pocket vibrated. Thinking it was a sign, he quickly answered it, hoping that he had enough battery left.

"Hello?"

"Dean," his father's voice boomed from the other end.

"Dad! Where are you?"

"It doesn't matter…listen…I'm sorry son."

"For what? If anything I should be the apologizing, we never got to those coordinates-"

"I know about Sammy."

Dean felt the air leaving him as he sat himself down in the nearest chair.

"How do you know?"

"I was there tonight. I saw the whole thing."

"Wait, what? You were there and you didn't even try to help us?" Anger replaced his guilt and sorrow. "Sam was being tortured and you didn't even care?"

"Dean calm down."

"No Dad! He's in surgery right now, did you know that too? Are you hiding inside some elevator spying on us now too?"

"Son, listen to me! I couldn't just waltz in that basement and announce my arrival. That's what the demon wanted."

"So why not help us after it was gone, huh?"

"I didn't know if it was gone for sure. I mean, this demon is different than anything I've ever come up against. I didn't want to make it worse for the two of you. I'm sorry…how's he doing? I've been trying to call you for the past three hours, why didn't you answer?"

The anger inside had burned out, and sorrow filled his heart yet again. "The phone was back in the Impala, Nathan went and got it for me."

"Oh, good. You said your brother was in surgery?"

"Yeah…he has some bleeding on his brain, and the doctors are doing everything they can to help him. It's risky Dad."

"How risky?"

"Fifty-fifty. I mean, if Sam doesn't make it…" Dean's voice trailed off. He couldn't speak of his brother's life ending like that. The older Winchester vowed to kill the evil sonofabitch who had done this to his brother.

"Dean, Sam will make it through this. I mean think of all the other times he's been in surgery. He's made it out just fine. This time is no different. Any time now some cute nurse will walk through the doors and tell you that he's stable and that he will be able to go home in a day or two."

As if on cue, the nurse from before, pushed her head out of the doors and peered around the corner. Spotting Dean, she quickly ran over to him with a somber look on her face. "Dean, there were some unforeseen complications…I'm sorry."

At those two simple words, Dean's world was sent spinning. His knees buckled and the air left him at the thought of losing Sam to a damn demon. He didn't deserve this, any of it! Pain, anger, and regret filled the hunter as he stared at the young nurse. Sam didn't make it! He…It's my fault. Nearly falling, but too stubborn to let his weakness get the better of him, he shouted to the petite blond in front of him, "No! What did you do to him? Where is my brother?"

The nurses eyes opened up in shock, and she prepared to catch the young man in front of her. "No, no, no. I'm sorry, it was my mistake. I meant to say that there were some complications, but we've managed to stabilize him."

Dean blinked. What did she say? The ringing in his ears was making it harder to hear the fumbling nurse. At this point he didn't care. He just needed to get to his brother. He quickly pushed past the woman. He didn't believe a word that the freak'n nurse said. He wouldn't until he saw him with his own eyes. "Where's my brother?"

"Sir, I'm sorry but you can't go back there right now."

"I gotta see my brother," the mantra rang through his head, and over his lips. Walking into the OR, he saw doctors running to and fro in a mass chaos. "Where is he?"

His heart hammered in his chest as he continued down the long corridor. He could hear the frantic nurse screaming at him to come back, but nothing registered. He needed to find his brother. Without Sam, Dean was nothing. As sappy as it sounded, Sam was all he had. Sure his father came around from time to time, but- Dad! He glanced down at the cell phone still gripped in his hand. "Dad? Are you there?"

"Dean? What the hell is going on?"

"I have to call you back," he mumbled, searching for a sign of his brother.

"Dean? Don't you dare hang up on me! That's an order, son!"

"I'll call you back. I gotta find Sam!"

"Son, please! Don't hang-"

Dean hit the OFF button, cutting off his fuming father. Nothing mattered, including his dad, until he found Sam. He didn't care what the nurse told him. What if she made a mistake? What if he is really gone? What if when she was coming to get me, he…Oh god where is he? He never thought his heart could be so fast and was reasonably sure that if he didn't find his little brother soon, he might spontaneously combust. He was having difficulty breathing, but somehow managed to focus well enough to steady it. Glancing around, he noticed two security guards coming towards him. Ah crap! Not now! Dean took a sharp corner, and picked up his pace. Although his legs were still weak, and he was still in pain, he seemed to be able to trot along okay. But okay wasn't good enough if the two guards caught up with him. Peaking over his shoulder, he saw the two coming, breaking into a jog themselves. Damn it! As soon as I find Sammy, I'm going to find that bitch of a nurse and teach her a lesson she'll never forget! In one last desperate attempt, Dean quickly dodged into a room, waiting for the two to pass. Leaning up against the door, he saw the two shadows of the beefy men run pass. He was in the clear for now. He turned back to the room, letting his eyes wander. Lady luck was on his side for once. Only a few feet away, lay his frail and broken brother. As quickly as he could, he ran over to his brother, checking his pulse. Finding that it was strong, he let out breath he had no idea he was holding. "Sammy? You're okay? You're okay!"

In that moment, Dean let a tear slip, and silently thanked whoever was keeping an eye on his family.