AN: Hellooooooooooo my Imperial Storm Army! I'm so sorry guys! I keep promising two updates and I keep failing. Last night was absolutely horrible. My parents went at it all night. Then my dad comes downstairs to sleep and to talk to me a little because I was still awake. Then the demon mother comes downstairs and ruins it all. Dad was just fine and he came downstairs to get away from my mom in the first place, so about an hour after my dad comes downstairs my mom comes and then another hour later she starts shit again (at this point it's only one in the morning) and she kicks me out of the living and they go at it again. Sigh. I'm all over the place today. I can't focus worth a damn. But I want to get a chapter today! So I'm going to do it! Here we go! When we left Dean and the others found Sammy! But Sam almost bit off Dean's head! AH! Let's see what's going on!

Souless666-*Sam happily chases after it and brings it back* Such a puppy. Anyways, me no like dead Sammy. It's those stupid plot bunnies! Anyways, all my death fics are just for me. They sit there in my notebook until I make it a story where Sammy can come back! :)

Catgirlz99-Cliffies are evil! I love them when I'm writing, but when it comes to my favorite book or tv show, I abolutely hate them! Lol!

SwissPie-Hi my lovley! NO! *revives you* Stay with me! Don't leave! Lol! Don't worry! Sammy would never hurt Dean!

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Too Much Iron is Bad For You

Sam was about to bite the man's head off when he smelled something. Something he remembered. Gun oil, leather, some after shave. He was smelling home! Home meant Dean! He was going to bite Dean!

In a panic Sam, out of the corner of his eye he noticed Bobby with his gun in his hand. He used his psychic abilities and raised Bobby's hand and made him pull the trigger. Sam painful yelped and leapt off of Dean. The room spun dizzingly. He sat down and panted. While silver had no effect, this bullet was iron, and iron to him wasn't lethal but still poisonous. It was a small price to pay to save Dean.

"SAMMY!" Dean cried.

"Damn mutt! I'll make you pay for your disobedience!" Malakite shouted.

"Don't think so!" Gabriel yelled and he disappeared.

He reappeared beside the demon and touched his forehead. The demon screamed as he was being subdued.

Sam heard the demons cries and with what little strength he had, he leapt to demon and tackled him to the ground. He snarled viciously and ripped the demons throat out before he collapsed.

"Sam!" Dean rushed over to his brother.

Dean gently lifted his brothers head and made him look at him.

"Sammy. Why would you...? Sam, you're gonna be okay! Alright? You're gonna be fine!" Dean cried.

Sam whined. Then yelped, he then began howling in pure agony as he was turning back into a human. As soon as Sam was turned back,

Bobby quickly covered the naked boy with the blanket they brought.

Sam wasn't doing so well. While he was human again the bullet was still in him and wrecking all kinds of havoc, and it was still poisonous.

Since it was still poisonous he figured the iron round was what made him human again. He breathing was laboured, the fever burned through him intensely, shivers racked his body. All in all Sam was feeling sick and tired. He just wanted to close his eyes and sleep.

"Sammy! Don't go to sleep! Stay with me!" Dean exclaimed.

"D Dean...m'sorry..." Sam panted out.

"Sorry? What for?" Dean asked.

"Attacking you." Sam said breathlessly.

"No, no that wasn't you. You were manipulated. It wasn't your fault." Dean assured.

Sam wanted to say something but ended up coughing and bood splattered all over.

"Don't talk anymore okay? Just rest but stay awake." Dean said.

"D Dean. Do y you think m mom and d dad will forgive me?" Sam panted.

"What? Forgive you for what?" Dean asked.

"E everything." Sam gasped.

"Baby boy there's nothing to forgive. You've done nothing wrong. Now lie still so Cas and Gabe can work." Dean soothed.

Dean held to Sam when Cas and Gabe began removing the bullet. Sam moaned and cried out. He wanted to get away but Dean held tightly, whispering soothing things to him to try and calm him.

After countless minutes the bullet was out and the poison was cured. But the damage was another thing. Gabe did what he could to heal it but it wasn't much. He healed the grievous part of it but it was still bad enough that Sam could still lose his life.

"D De...Wan' go h'me." Sam slurred.

"Yeah baby. We're going home." Dean choked out.

Soon they were home. The boys' room was converted into a mini hospital room. Sam was in his bed hooked up to a ton of machines. An oxygen mask covered most of his face, he had multiple IVs, was hooked up to a heart monitor, and other machines.

Dean and Bobby sat by keeping a vigil, just talking to Sam. Hoping it would give him the strength to fight. Castiel and Gabriel stood by and did the same but they were mostly there in case Sam went under. So they were playing doctor and nurse, while Sam the patient, and Bobby and Dean the worried father and uncle.

Day turned to night and there was still no change. Sam was still slipping away from them. Doctor Gabe and nurse Cas did all they could but even they have limits.

Dean for the first time in a long time prayed.

'Please. Don't take my baby away from me. Let him stay. Please, please don't him away from me. He's all I have left.' Dean begged.

*sniff* Don't worry Deano! A miracle is coming your way!

Until Next Time! The Titanic that is my focus has sunk...again.