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"Frank Daniels was found dead in his home just days ago, police have reported his death was caused by a dog mauling, the presumed wild animal had bite clean through his arterial vessel in his left thigh causing him to bleed out. Police are still looking for his wife Alive Daniels and their 3 sons, Tony, Kyle and Samuel. If you have any details on their whereabouts please call in."

'Oh god...he's dead...he was dead! I thought they were dead!'

"Sammy, Sammy it's okay, just breathe, Sam. Breathe," Dean chanted slow so Sam could read his lips and he searched his brain for the sign for 'breathe.'

Sam was shaking and hyperventilating by this point, he couldn't see right and that just made things worse.

Dean could see Sam's fear as he lost his vision with the tears so he quickly placed his hands on either side of Sam's face and forced the kid to look at him. He pushed the newly cut hair from Sam's eyes and repeated the rhythmic motion as he saw it was calming Sam.

"That's it Sammy, good job buddy," Dean praised as he cupped Sam's neck and ran his hand through his locks.

Sam was starting to breathe normally and when another dizzy spell hit he sagged onto Dean and hoped it ended before Dean noticed.

"Sam?" Dean asked getting worried, he was expecting some tears and a hug, not Sam almost passing out on him.

When he didn't pull back or even start to wail in misery Dean grew even more worried so he pushed Sam up off him and looked at him, really looked.

"Sam look at me buddy," Dean gently ordered slow for the kids sake. His eyes seemed to be swimming and weren't focussed on anything, that scared Dean more than any cuts and bruises would. Sam had the same pale sick tinge he did when the demon was doing something to him and that was terrifying. "Dad! Bobby!" he yelled trying to sound more casual and less freaked out so it wouldn't scare Sam who was still lolling his head.

"Dean? What's wrong?" Bobby asked coming down the hall and to his guest room.

"Sammy ah...Sammy's not looking so good," Dean bit his lip as Sam began to come back.

Bobby walked round to Sam and began to check him over. He looked in the boys eyes, peeling back his bottom lids to have a good look. He felt his forehead for any temperature but found none, then went to feel his pulse.

"Well his heart rates a mile a minute but otherwise he's okay I think."

"You sure, cos he just looked like he was gonna pass out...again."

"This has happened before?" Bobby questioned.

"Yeah...when the demon ah...and in the mall...and I've seen him turn like he's dizzy sometimes too...you think that demon did something to him?"

"Ah...no, no it's probably nothing, my daddy used to get dizzy spells sometimes, it was nothing, just pare for the course of hearing problems."

"You sure?" Dean asked still worried.

"Yeah, just look out for him and he'll be fine Dean, just keep doing what you're doing kid."

"Bobby...I suck at this," Dean whispered, he still had hold of Sam who didn't seem to mind, but he couldn't keep it in any longer.

"Suck at what?" Bobby asked softly, know how Dean always puts himself down, he could have a perfect day, a perfect hunt, and the kid would always beat himself up about something he could find.

"This brother stuff, and dad...Sam was shit scared of him not 2 weeks ago, and now those two are best buddies and I-"

"You what?"

"I just feel useless, like dad...like he gave me this job, this purpose and to be honest, I don't even think Sam needs me, he needs dad...not me, and I just suck at it."

"Dean, you don't suck, just take a good look at this kid, he's in your arms Dean, and he looks pretty darn happy to be there, look at him, he's happy he has you, sure he needs a dad as well, but I'm sure he doesn't rate your daddy over you just cos he confided in him earlier, just chill Dean, you're doing great."

"But-"

"No buts, just answer the kid already," Bobby said nodding to Sam who was tugging on Dean's collar.

Dean smiled and gave him a questionable look silently asking the kid what he needed.

Sam then went on the elaborate by signing to Dean that he wanted to go to sleep.

"Kay Sammy," Dean smiled letting go of Sam so he could climb under the covers with Brownie. 'Night.'

'Night,' Sam repeated with his hands as he closed his eyes and snuggled into the pillow, he had a killer head ache from the dizzy spell and he just wanted to sleep it off so he wouldn't have to bother them anymore with his hurts, 'they must be sick of patching me up.'

~S/D~

Dean had waited with Sam till he was sure the kid had fallen asleep. Then he went down stairs to get himself some food before he helped Bobby and his dad outside, they were fixing a Chevy today.

'I have to teach Sam about all this soon, he is gonna love it!'

"Dean could you pass me that wrench?" Bobby asked holding out his hand for it.

"Sure."

"Thanks," Bobby nodded taking the tool.

"So Dean...you okay son?" John asked coming out from under the car, he meant it to come out like a casual questioned but unfortunately it came out more direct than he could have imagined when he went over the conversation in his head, it was just supposed to be a quick, 'you okay?' 'Yeah I'm good.' So much for that plan.

"Why do you ask?" Dean asked back knowing full well what his father was so discreetly referring to but thought he would wind him up none the less.

"Well uh...this morning you were pretty pissed at me, and I get it...I just wondered if you were..."

"Still pissed?" Dean asked sarcastically getting a look from Bobby, but he couldn't help it, his father was being an ass, after everything he has done to try and prove himself, John Winchester still holds something over his head like he has done something to make his father doubtful of him 'what the hell have I done?! I have given everything! Everything! I have! to that dick and still he looks down at his nose at me like I'm a disappointment...what do I have to do?!'

"Dean, I didn't mean to make you upset, I just thought Sam needed some time to cry and he can't do that if he has an audience."

"Well why couldn't you just pass him over to one that's meant to be looking after him and leave the room?! Then he wouldn't have an audience!"

"Dean watch the attitude!"

"Screw you!"

"Guys would you-"

"You know what Dean, I'm sick of this sarcasm and attitude problem you have! 'Why me!'," he mocked. "Would you just take a look at Sam for a second and realise you have it perfect compared to him! You got a father! One that would do anything for you! And you still toss it in my face! Don't you think Sam would give anything to have had that?! And yet you still think about yourself!"

"Guys-"

"I hate you! I never wanted this! What the FUCK do I have to do to get your respect huh?! You think I'm the selfish one?! I'm not the one who is so driven and blinded by a fucking hunt that it almost gets my own flesh and blood torn to pieces every day of the week!"

"Guys!"

CRAS H!

THUMP!

BANG!

"Sammy!" Dean yelled running to the house as fast as his legs would carry him. 'Please let that be just another fugly lap that's fallen! Please...'

~S/D~

Sam woke from his nap not long after and turned with a smile towards where he knew Dean was and always was.

'Deanie?' he asked no one as he looked around the room, he didn't see Dean next to him, 'where was Dean?...please let this be real...please...I don't wanna go back there...please...'

He stood and held his head as the pounding made itself known.

He crossed his toes praying Dean was just outside the door, he really hoped Dean was outside the door, 'it will be like he's my guarder at the door.'

He clutched Brownie to his chest and opened the door feeling the creek in his fingers.

He looked round, there was no Dean, he couldn't feel anyone near or even in the living room, where was Dean? 'I knew this was too good to be true...they all know how dirty I am and they've left me...just like he said they would...Deanie I'm scared!!!.'

"Aww baby gonna cry? Sammy gonna cry? Dirty Sammy shedding tears?...you pathetic whore!"

'DDDEEEAAANNIIIEEE!!!'

When his mind screamed he felt the dizziness come back, he swayed and tried to hold onto something...then realised he was all alone, he would be better off falling into the dark...'no one would miss me...no one cares...I just want it to end...please...I know I'm going to hell...please let me go now...please...I've had enough...please...'

He let himself fall, he closed his eyes and waited for the pain to stop. But all he felt was more pain as his hip, his ribs, his wrist, his legs, and his head pounded on the hard wooden steps as he fell down them.

'LEEEAAVVEE MEEE AAALLOONEEE!! PPLLEEAASEEE!! I HAVEN'T DONE ANYTHINGGGG!! PLLLEEAASSEE' he sobbed as he heard a snap and he cried out as he came to hard thumping stop.

"Sammy?! Oh god...SAM!!" Dean yelled when he was crashed into by Sam falling and stopping at the bottom of the stairs and rolling towards his feet.

He knelt down trying to blink back the tears as he saw the kid whimper and role his head.

"Sammy stay awake! Sam! Stay with me! SSAMMYY!!" he yelled when the boy closed his eyes and went limp on the floor. "Dad! Do something! DAD!" Dean cried forgetting all the harsh words he said not minutes ago, he needed his dads help! He needed his dad to tell him Sam would be fine!

"Dean move out son, please," John asked gently needing to check Sam over.

Dean did as he was told and shuffled back on the floor to give his father some space.

"Ah man, he's broke his right wrist that's for sure, but he's okay, Dean start the car, he needs a doctor now," John ordered as he gathered the young broken boy in his arms and lifted holding him close.

Dean sprinted to his car and started the engine before climbing in back ready as his father passed him Sam. Bobby had gotten in the driver's seat waiting to set off.

"Keep his neck still, I don't know if he's done any spine damage," John warned before closing the door and climbing to shot gun as Bobby drove off with a great skid that Dean would beat him for messing up his tires, but he couldn't care less about that right now.

"Dad, Dad he's waking up! What do I do?" Dean asked frantically.

"Dean stay calm, you're not gonna be helping Sam if you have a panic attack, I know you're scared but just take a deep breath, calm Sam down and keep him as still as possible," John told his eldest son who looked so innocent and scared right now.

"Sshh, s'okay Sammy, it's okay, just relax, I gotcha, I gotcha kiddo, I'm not gonna let anything happen to you, I gotcha," Dean chanted as Sam looked up with glassy eyes before he succumbed to the darkness again.

~S/D~

The next few hours of the night were a blur to them all, from John yelling 'help!' as he ran through the ER doors all the way to the doctor telling them Sam was out of surgery. Bobby had met up with one of his old friends who happened to owe Bobby a favour. He got all the details, told all his staff to just get to work and not worry about the fine print, such as scars they might find on Sam, or how he came about and where the yet unprocessed adoption papers were. It was a good job he was the head surgeon meaning he could order anything and they listened without question.

"Is he okay?" Dean asked first before anyone else could.

"He's gonna be just fine. He broke 2 ribs when he collided with the steps, one of them punctured his right lung so we've re-inflated it and put a chest tube in. He has deep bruises over most of his body which isn't uncommon in cases like this. He twisted his ankle but it looks like it was twisted not long ago so that might cause him to be on crutches for a few week. He has a nasty hit to head but no concussion from what I can see on the MRI. His left wrist has been re-set and casted, but it's a pretty unusual break, normally we would see the type than ran up the arm when a person tries to break their fall by putting their hands out. He is one of the lucky ones though, most falls down the stairs cause patients to shatter their bones upward but Sam never put his hands out so he never did that, he just broke his radius horizontally, but like I said it is unusual."

"What about...is he gonna be okay?"

"He's gonna be fine Dean, it might be a long recovery, mentally more than physically but I'm sure you guys will get him there."

"Thanks doc, can we see him?" John asked seeing his son too shocked to ask.

"Sure, I'll send a nurse to come and get you when he's settled on the ward."

"T-thank you," Dean managed to get out.

"All in a day's work."

"Hey doc...when you ran the head tests for his concussion...did you find out why Sam's deaf?"

"Ah, in fact I did, there was no brain damage which means the deafness and problem with that is located in the ears. When I looked in there I found quite a bit of scar tissue and damaged nerves, it's most likely that when he was in the crash the trauma from the hit of the truck caused this damage. Now from what I can see, it could have been rectified."

"You mean, if they went in and fixed the nerves...he would be able to hear?" Dean chocked.

"It's not a perfect certainty but I'm pretty sure the surgeons at the time could have saved a good percentage of his hearing."

"C-can you fix it now?"

"Most likely, 99.99%, its a no, with all the scar tissue it's a bigger risk of causing him more dizzy spells and more headaches than he has now, than actually getting even a small percentage of his hearing back, I am sorry."

"So those...those assholes all those years ago could have done one little thing and it would have saved Sam from all the pain and shit he has now..."

"Dean, I know you're upset, but we need to concentrate on Sam now okay," John piped up.

"What am I being selfish again?!"

"Dean...watch it, you're in a hospital, they're gonna kick us out."

"Can we...can we just go see Sammy," Dean sighed, he was too tired and worried and scared and stressed to fight right now.

"Come on, I'll show you," the doc said kindly forgetting about his other duties, he has known the hunters for quite some years and he has never seen Dean this distraught over anyone.

They walked to a set of lifts, went down some corridors and finally they reached Sam's room.

"Sammy?" Dean whispered when he walked in the room first.

Sam was a shocking tone of gray white, his hair was drooping and lifeless, his eyes shut and body still and limper than it ever should be, Sam was always rigid and clinging to something in his sleep, whether it be Dean or Brownie, Sam was too still, just too motionless.

"He'll be asleep for at least a few more hours, when he wakes up he'll be groggy but just try to keep him calm and press the call button when you know he's awake."

"Yeah, thanks again doc, we really owe ya," John said shaking the man's hand.

"Nar, was nothing, like I said, all in a day's work."

Bobby and John nodded another thanks, as did Dean who was now walking to the bed and grasping Sam's small cold hand in his own.

"You got another blanket?" Dean whispered as he moved the hair from Sam's cold forehead.

"Yeah, in the cupboard, just ring the buzzer if you need anything."

"Thanks."

John went round the bed to the draw the doc pointed to and got the extra blanket, before laying it over Sam. Dean tucked him in carefully then went back to holding the boys hand and watching for him to wake up.

~S/D~

At 5am Sam began to twitch. His head rolled to the side and his eyes went tense.

"Come on Sammy, come on you can do it," Dean chanted mostly to himself. Bobby and his dad had woke up not long ago and went for coffee, Dean had been up all night watching and waiting till Sam was ready, and now he was, it seemed to come too quickly for Dean, he had already wrote his first words, but now...he was unsure of how it sounded. Maybe if Sam would just open his eyes and it would all make sense.

Sam whimpered and flinched at first, he eyes glassy and unfocused. He didn't want to be here, he wanted it to end, and he was pretty sure he wasn't in heaven, sure it was white, and bright, but this hurt too much to be heaven.

"Sammy, Sammy come on," Dean prodded rubbing his thumb in circles on Sam's still chilly uninjured hand.

Sam managed to blink a few times, before he saw it was Dean looking down at him, he looked scared, he looked worried, he looked sad 'for me?...no...he can't be you stupid...I'm too dirty to be worried for.'

Dean picked up his pre-written note with very big letters on, "Sam, what happened on the stairs?"

Sam shrugged so Dean resisted the urge to scream in frustration as he turned his already written on paper over.

"Sammy the doctors say it looks like you fell on purpose, it looks like you didn't even try to stop yourself from falling. Tell me the truth Sam, are they right?"

Sam couldn't think after that, he knows Dean hates him for being weak, he should be a man like him, not a weak ass that wanted to die, to give up, and that just made Sam want to end it all the more. He turned his face to the wall and started the silent water works, unable to look at Dean while he cried in self pity.

"Sam," Dean sighed cupping Sam's cheek an trying to make the boy look at him, only he felt his hand have more moisture than he ever thought was possible to get from eyes he just couldn't force Sam to do something he wasn't ready for. "It's okay Sammy, it's gonna be okay."

Tears ran in a constant stream from Sam's lids with no rest what so ever, he wasn't making any noises, he was just crying rivers on mute.

"I hear our patient is awake," the doc said at the door.

"Yeah, can uuh...he's crying, is that like a side effect of the drugs or something?"

"No," the doc said confused going to look over his patient.

"He...he won't stop crying," Dean chocked out as he watched Sam turn his head even more when he felt a stranger come closer.

"Dean I think it might be best if we get a psychiatrist to look Sam over, I'm not comfortable with releasing him without getting a psyche evaluation."

"Yeah...okay."

"Dean could you try and calm him down, his blood pressure and heart rate are way too high."

"I-I...Sammy...Sammy. Look. At. Me. It's okay. You're okay," Dean nodded talking slow and enunciating a whole lot.

Sam wouldn't calm, in fact he seemed to get more worked up as the doc came closer and tried to examine him.

"Dean, I'm sorry," the guy in scrubs said pushing some medication into Sam's IV bag.

"What happened?" John asked frantic when he was Sam shaking, almost convulsing on the bed with Dean over him and the doc way too close for Sam's liking.

"He...he woke up and he won't stop crying, he just won't stop...it's not right," Dean cried watching Sam's lids droop until he was back in the land of the unconscious.

"He'll be okay Dean."

"How? How can anyone be okay after this? You were right, I'm a selfish asshole and don't deserve you, he does," John stared at his son in shock, he never meant those harsh words, never, he knows he makes mistakes and Dean shouldn't have to live with them, but he does, and he works hard at hunting, even though he hates it, John knows he was the one in the one, so why was Dean listening to him now? 'of all the things I've said to him, why does he listen to the negative things and then think I'm right?'

"Dean no-"

"I can't look after Sammy dad, I'm not you, I wish I was but...I can't handle things like this, I can't watch him hurting."

"Dean, you think I can?"

"You're stronger than me, you know, I know, Sam knows it, I suck and I can't hold myself together."

"Dean-"

"I'm going for a soda," Dean mumbled leaving the room needing some space.

~S/D~

"It's okay Sammy, just let it out," Dean coached as Sam puked the contents of his lunch and other meals up.

He woke up about half an hour ago, the medication and the shock and all the day's events had made him sick and he hated it, it pulled on his tube and it ribbed apart his hurting ribs. The pain the heaves were putting on his injuries plus the feeling of being sick was one of the most painful memories he could remember.

Dean was holding him upright as the bile rose and he had a hand rubbing soothing circles on Sam's trembling back. John was holding the dish under his chin and Bobby had gone back to his house to get some overnight things, he had been given strict orders to remember Brownie.

Once Sam was done they carefully laid him back against the pillows and let him some more. He had yet to make eye contact with either of them and besides the gips he was still on mute.

"Let me take that for you," a nurse smiled taking the dish from John.

"Thanks, is the uh...doc coming soon?"

"Dr. Connolly should be here soon," she assured. Sam's surgeon had scheduled the psyche evaluation with a Dr. Connolly and she was coming any minute if John's watch was right. They had told Sam, in between one of the puking marathons they had managed to let him know, he didn't seem too happy about it, he was keeping a blank face when they told him but Dean could tell he was just trying to cover up the insane fear.

John nodded and she smiled, she knew it was hard on families, cases like this were always hard, she knew Sam had been abused in the past, nothing about that was in his file but she could tell, after all, she was abused herself, and knows how hard it is to stop harming yourself and blaming yourself. She had this voice in her head that always told her she was to blame and she deserved it, mostly it was the voice of her step father but sometimes, on the really scary nights it would be her mother's voice telling her she would never help and she's a liar and she deserves the punishments for being such a stealer and a skank.

"Just ask if you need anything," she said softly when she brought herself out of her memories.

"Thank you."

"My pleasure," she nodded then patted Sam on the hand and left.

"She's nice," John stated, sure the other nurses were nice, but she just had something he couldn't put his finger on, it was just something that seemed like she understood just that little bit more.

"Yeah, hot too," Dean joked making John snort.

"Always the gentleman."

"Yup, so when's this doc getting here?"

"Now a good time?" John asked pointing to the woman in a smart purple shirt and black trousers. Her hair was pinned back off her face and her smile was gentle and kind, not to mention, 'she's hot!'

"Hello, I'm Dr-"

"Connolly, yeah we uuuhh...know, this is Sammy," Dean said trying to look older than he was. She laughed at him and his confidence then walked closer to the bed to see her new patient.

"How does this normally work, I was told he doesn't know sign language."

"We're uh, learning right now, uuh, mostly we write to each other."

"Okay then, good job I brought my clip board," she smiled, then saw how traumatised the young Sam on the bed was, he was trying to ignore her, like she wasn't there, but she could tell that was just a defence mechanism for being so scared.

"Sammy," Dean said cupping the kids cheek to get his attention telling him the doctor was here.

"Okay, now the hard part, I know this is going to be really difficult but I need you guys to give me and Sam 5 minutes alone, that way I can get a better assessment on his mental state."

"He's not nuts! He's just had a hard time okay!" Dean yelled appalled at the woman now.

"I know that, but I'm going to have to ask you to leave, you can come right back but I need to assess him alone okay, please, this only gets harder the more you persist, just step out, I promise I'm not going to harm Sam in any way."

"No, I'm not leaving him, I promised him I'd be here and wouldn't leave, I'm not going."

"Dean, son just come, we're coming right back, Sam will know okay."

"No! No..." he whispered last.

"Dean, either come out with me now or when Bobby gets here we're going to drag your ass kicking and screaming from this room."

"And how will that help Sam?!"

"Exactly, just come on, the more worked up you get the more Sam will, please son, it's not to punish anyone, this lady is trying to help."

"Fine...could you hand me that pen," John passed Dean the pen and he began to write, hoping Sam would just stay as still as he was now.

Sam was made to look at the paper, he read like he wasn't, trying to just give up already...then his brain recognised the words.

Sam shook his head frantically and clung onto to Dean for dear life, he didn't want him to go, he needed Dean! He needed safety! Sure he was fed up, sure he wanted to die, but he didn't want to die alone and hurting! He had no clue what this woman would do, he didn't trust her. 'I WANT DEANIEE AND MY DADDYYY!!!'

"Sammy Sammy its okay, it's okay, nothing bad is gonna happen , shh, sshh Sammy, come on don't cry, don't cry Sammy, it's okay," Dean cooed cocooning Sam from the world as the boy sobbed and wailed loud.

Sam wouldn't let go, he dug his nails in Dean's skin and wasn't planning on pulling them out anytime soon, then he saw John walking as if to pull Dean from him so he pulled his other hand up that weighted a ton and latched onto John's shirt with the small fingers that hung out of the large cast.

"Now look what ya did!" Dean scolded the doctor as Sam begun to hyperventilate.

"Okay, just calm him down, can you do that?" the doctor asked professionally.

"Sammy, Sammy breathe...ssshh, sshhh, don't cry, come on you're safe, we gotcha, ssshh," Dean knew Sam couldn't hear him, he could feel him talking but he couldn't hear, though he hoped Sam would be able to sense what he was saying.

Sam wouldn't stop, he had stopped the panic attack but he was still wailing and sobbing into his family.

"Sshh, sshh Sammy," Dean whispered as he kicked his boots off and slowly, without letting go of Sam for one second he pulled the covers back and climbed into bed and pulled Sam to him and let the kid cry it all out. "Sshh, I gotcha, don't cry Sammy, I'm here."

The doctor had no choice but to make this her examination, she wrote down all of what Sam was doing and how Dean was helping him. She sat patiently at the far end of the room with her clip board and tried to prove to Sam she wasn't going to hurt him.

Hours later, or at least that's what it seemed, Sam was settled, he wasn't as dead looking as before which was a relief, but he still wouldn't try anything, he barely lifted his own head up.

"Pathetic looser...and look at them, you get more love sucking my dick..."

'Dean...he's here again!'

"Sam, Sam it's okay. You. Are. Safe."

Dean had his hands on either sides of Sam's face again, he saw the look of fear when the doctor approached again and he wanted to calm him before he freaked again.

Sam nodded and ignored the voice in his head, 'it won't go away if I keep listening to him.'

"I'm never going away Sammy..." the voice chuckled and Sam knew it was his mind playing tricks again.

Dean adjusted Sam next to him and made sure the kid was well comforted and protected as the doc sat down and smiled wanting to start her assessment.

Sam was shaking but did well in hiding it, Dean could feel every tiny tremor but the others were well fooled.

Dr. Connolly smiled, got her paper out and nodded as she was ready to start, and so was everyone else.

"Go ahead, he's good now," Dean said to the woman and then she began.

"Sam, answer these questions okay."

Sam nodded looking at Dean and the paper only.

"Did you fall down the stairs?"

Sam nodded, and there was no hesitation so Dean knew he was telling the truth.

"Did you try to stop your fall when you knew you were going to get hurt falling?"

Sam read, his eyes stung with tears and he shook his head in shame.

"Sam did you want to hurt yourself when you fell?"

Sam shook his head again, he didn't want to hurt himself, the whole point of not stopping his fall was so it wouldn't hurt.

"Sam did you feel like you wanted to end it?"

Sam couldn't nod, he couldn't shake his head, he couldn't move, he just cried and the doctor took that as a yes.

"Sam why did you want to end it?"

The doctor tried to push some paper in Sam's good hand but he wouldn't take it till Dean was the one holding it.

"Sam just tell me, just pretend you're only talking to me."

Sam nodded, he could do that, that was easy...ish.

He took the pen with a shaking hand as Dean held the paper for him.

"It hurts, it always hurts, it never stops, just wanted it to stop."

"...Sammy...ah man," Dean chocked trying to keep his own tears at bay. "Shh, I know, I know buddy, it's hard I know."

Sam cried into Dean chest for the hundredth time and tried to act like Dean was the only one in the room and he was alone and allowed to cry.

"That's all I need for now, thanks guys, I'll be back in a little while."

Dean nodded and John nodded at he ran a hand in the crying boys hair and cupping the back of his neck as his hand moved down.

"Sshh Sammy, sshh, gotcha, big brothers gotcha."

Later Sam had cried himself to sleep in Dean's arms who was now also snoring away. Bobby had returned with for a few minutes with Sam's things, John snuggled Brownie in between the boys and soon fell to sleep in the chair himself after his old friend had left stating he would be back tomorrow morning.

Sam's doc had come back, she saw all three boys sleeping and couldn't with all her heart bring herself to wake them. She needed to tell them the plan to get Sam better but she decided to do it later. She almost woke John when she opened the door so on her way back out she let all the nurses know not to disturb them and page Sam's surgeon telling him he should do his rounds later.

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