(So I got all the reviews and requests. Thank you to Ruby, Zelda, GFGossiper, and Ringwraith. I appreciate everything, really. And the next chapter is currently being written and rewritten. And it combines two of the ideas given in the reviews. I'll explain in detail when It's all finalized.)

Forgive

Dean refused to leave Sam's side. Once his sister's dead weight had been dragged to Bobby's downstairs room, he refused to leave. Dean just waited while Bobby first growled that his sister would wake up and be fine, then watched as Bobby spun around to grab the first aid kit. He could have sworn that Bobby called him stupid on his way out of the room but he didn't care. The arm that wasn't bleeding was resting on Sam's chest and it rode up and down as his sister breathed.

Simple concept breathing. It did so much good for the body that when you didn't do it, well you didn't do anything at all. And when Sam had fallen back once the dark cloud had poured from her mouth, he thought for a painful second that his sister wasn't.

As much as he wanted to, he didn't make it to the kid first. Bobby did. Dean's body just wasn't up for the task of moving away from the wall just yet. The man went straight for Sam's vein and didn't so much say that the kid was pumping blood and breathing, as fell back on his butt and expelled his own pent up breath. Dean just shut his eyes and melted into the wall his hand still clutching the fouled up, gunshot wound.

Bobby returned. And for the second time that day Dean was getting stitches. At least it wasn't Betty the Butcher this time, and he wasn't so much crunched on time.

He knew the answers to why, but he asked anyways. "Why isn't she waking up? She's out of her. We triple tested."

Bobby didn't stop stitching. "Lots of reasons." Bobby stated vaguely. He only expanded on the obvious answer when Dean gave a grunt. "You know as well as I that a demon, especially one revenge driven, will drive the human body pretty far. I don't imagine Sam's body, or mind, has gotten a whole lot of food, water, or sleep. To be safe we'll set up an IV line-" His voice raised in the most obnoxious parental way as Dean started to pull away his shoulder in protest. "-AS SOON AS your arm is bandaged. You just had a finger stuck inside of you, and not the kinky way."

Dean made a face at the reference, quickly followed by a wince as Bobby tugged the thread. "Gah. That hurts."

"Well don't expect it to tickle." Bobby scowled and continued to the last stitch he needed to make. "As soon as I'm done with this we're icing your face so it doesn't stick that way, and setting the kid up with the stuff she needs."

"Good." Both of them knew it was at the mention that Sam would be taken care of, not himself.

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God, she was exhausted, and her mouth was incredibly dry. She tried to collect hers thoughts but she was so sluggish. Even her body was abnormally heavy. It seemed physically impossible for her to even wiggle a pinky.

"Charm'll do until you can get something more permanent. Buddy o' mine runs a tattoo parlor. Go in tell him Bobby sent ya and show him this."

Wait was that Bobby?

"Clever, where'd you put yours?"

That was definitely Dean. What was going on? Was this a dream?

"Thought I'd get it as a damn tramp stamp."

"Classy."

"Nothing but."

Sam was confused. She didn't remember being with Bobby. Last she remembered was taking a short cut down some alley; then a black cloud- crap. Her hand clenched impulsively and bunched soft material.

"Sam?" She felt his world tip down. Dean must have taken the spot next to her on the bed. "Hey you awake?"

She wished he wasn't. The memories came flooding back. She hadn't let her see too much. She was often left in the dark, so much so that when she did let her back she wondered if days or weeks had passed. In the dark she mocked her repeatedly, refused to let her mind rest, and when she did let her see- oh it was for the good stuff. Like killing the hunter, and all the lies that she told her brother. Hurting Jo. Hurting Dean. There was so much she would never be forgiven for, and that was just the stuff she knew.

"Hey! Sam!"

Sam didn't open her eyes. Sam wanted Dean to shut up let her stay in the blissful, ignorant dark. "Dea-" And her rude comment was cut off by the dryness of her mouth and throat and she was thrown into a coughing fit. Out of reflex her eyes flew opened and her hand to his chest.

A firm arm was stuck underneath her and she was suddenly propped up, a glass brought to her lips and water tipped into her. It took a second but the lubrication worked and the harshness of the cough went down. It took a few minutes for the coughing to die down completely; that and a few more sips of water.

Dean took to rubbing calm circles on his sister's back and for the life of her Sam couldn't tell him to stop. "Hey, the bitch is out. You're in control."

"How long?" Sam croaked. Suddenly wanting to know.

Hands stroked through her hair and her along her arms. It seemed Dean just couldn't stop with the touching. It was as if he was expecting her to disappear any second. "Depends, when do you last remember being in control?"

"We were-" She squeezed her eyes finding the words. "We were in West Texas. You wanted a bacon cheeseburger, with an extra bucket of grease. I could have walked around the block- or cut through the alley and gotten there in half the time…"

"And Galactus, destroyer of worlds, caught you in the alley." Dean said softly finishing her story. He ran a hand through his days-worth of scruff. "Well if that's when you got jumped, then it was 8 or 9 days."

Nine days? What she could account for would only fill a day. What did she do the rest of the time? Had she killed anyone else? How was she ever going to atone for every shitty thing she'd done? "She didn't let me- I didn't see everything- What did I do, Dean?"

"You didn't do anything." Dean tried to gauge from her actions what she remembered. If he could he'd protect her from some of the worse things. "She smoked, drank, and generally pissed people off. Regular week for some asshats."

Sam shook her head firmly, and tried to push up. She gave up when her arms couldn't support her. "I remember some of it. She wanted me to-" Sam bit at her lip. "I shot you. That man, I-"

"HEY, hey hey!" Dean broke in loudly. He looked worriedly at Bobby. The man had been there for them all their life. But he didn't know where Wandell sat on his likable list. It was just safer if the two of them knew that little fact. "I already told you that you didn't do anything."

"I was going to kill Bobby." Her eyes swerved to Bobby not seeking forgiveness but more so imploring her second father to know she wouldn't have if the choice had been there. Forgiveness was just too beyond her at this point. This was what her father had forewarned. Maybe eating a bullet was ideal. She hadn't gone dark-side this time, but what happened when she did?

Bobby notched up an eyebrow. "I've been a hunter much longer than you have, girl. I could have taken you." His hand slipped to her forehead and he frowned when she felt warm. "Besides like the boy told you, you weren't driving. The demon was." He didn't allow her to speak, there were more pressing matters. "On a scale of salad to entire moose, how hungry are you?"

Sam didn't say anything. How could she? She was too shocked. She had walked into this home with the intent to kill Bobby, and here he was prepared to step into the kitchen and start whipping up a meal. Did they not hear the part where she was going to kill them; the BOTH of them? Or did she not press it enough.

Dean's hand feathered back sweaty hair from her forehead. He caught Bobby's worried glance. She was running a little warm. "I know you're struck dumb at the notion that this couldn't be your fault, but the matter still stands. How much food you have in the last couple of days?"

"I uh- I dunno." She wasn't hungry, her stomach was just hollow.

Dean sighed and kept his hand tangled in her hair. "Start with something light, Bobby. She's hungry, she just hasn't eaten in so long it's not affecting her."

Sam wrinkled her nose. How on earth did he know what she needed when she didn't know what she needed?

Big brother kept talking but huffed out an amused breath. "You still got chicken noodle in your cabinet? Maybe some saltines?"

"Give me thirty and I'll make a quick run into town." Bobby assessed the girl on the bed. "Gatorade to re-hydrate, too. She can barely support her own damn weight. Bitch!" The last part wasn't aimed towards her, but the word echoed through the home, full of anger, and Sam couldn't help but flinch. Bobby was quick to remedy the situation. Dean's glare helped speed the process; not that he wouldn't have felt the need without. "Not you kid. You didn't exactly wish for a roommate."

He tugged on a coat and made long paces to the door to the bedroom. "I'll be back," was tossed casually over his shoulder.

It wasn't until the door slammed and locked that Sam looked over at her brother. "You should have-" She shut her eyes. "She teased you so many times, and you never took a shot. What happens when-"

Dean sobered. "When you go dark side? Listen, and listen well College girl. If I can save you, I will save you. Come Hell or high water, I will pull your sappy ass back."

"I killed a man, Dean." Her hands shook. "I watched as I killed him with my own hands. I don't ever want to-"

"Christ in a cracker, Sam! Quit whipping yourself. You did shit. You want to blame someone, blame that bitch who's been sent back to hell. And you know what if you really feel strongly about taking responsibility do yourself a favor and forgive yourself." He ran an angry hand through his hair. "I mean you didn't exactly just watch TV and eat bon bon's while you were stuck, I'm sure you fought to get out."

"I can't."

It wasn't new. Sam internalized everything. If he asked she probably blamed herself for the damn meteor that took out the dinosaurs. "Then I forgive you. How about that?"

(So thank you for making it to the end. If it wasn't clear this is a different ending for Born Under a Bad Sign. However if you enjoyed it then please leave a review or a PM. I obviously am running low on plausible ideas so maybe if you put something out there in the comments (or a PM) then just maybe it can be something I can use.

Oh and if you notice anything off as far as my writing goes then please tell me. Nothing worse than reading through these things over and over again, only to post it and there is some grammatical error! Grrr. Ticks me off.)