Legalities, as always Sam and Dean and all things Supernatural do not belong to me. They are the property of the CW and Kripke Enterprises. I wish they would share, but I don't think that is going to happen so I guess I will simply play in their sandbox for a bit.

Rating MA: For language and injured Dean and Sam throughout the storyline, they will also be M/M pairing although they are not brothers in this story. Pairings won't happen till later chapters, so be sure to review the warnings before reading.

If you don't like this type of thing, then don't read this story I am sure there are ones that would be more pleasing to you.

Author's Note: This story will follow Sam and Dean they continue their lives and try to deal with the challenges of their own pasts and tragic past of a child named Adam Milligan. This ride will get bumpy before it gets smooth, so be prepared.

This Chapter is chalked full of ANGST and hurt Dean and worried/ANGSTY Sam

Please keep in mind that I do not have a Beta, so if there are errors, I apologize ahead of time.

Chapter 11

What the Future Holds

Dean was released the next day, he wasn't feeling all that great today…but there wasn't really anything medical that the hospital could do about it. The pain would probably be a chronic thing from here on out, the damage to his body had been severe and he also knew that he'd spend a fair amount of time simply recovering his stamina. The steel rod had done serious damage to his heart and that wasn't something that just healed. It took time and a very slow pace…he thought of Sam and his chest clenched as he realized that they wouldn't be doing anything sexual for very long time.

There was also the fact that Dean really wanted to sleep in his own bed…with Sam. Watching his other half trying to fit his enormous frame into the small recliner positioned next to his hospital bed had been damn near painful to watch. Dean had packed his few belongings into the small bag that Sam had left for him, his excitement about getting to take the doctor home stilted somewhat by his concern about Dean's heart. And now Dean was sitting on the edge of the single hospital bed, waiting…waiting for Sam to come get him…he was just pulling his cell phone out when there was a soft knock at the door.

"Come in." He called immediately. A man in his early thirties walked through the door. He was tall, good looking with light sandy colored hair and bright blue eyes. He wore a serviceable business suit that screamed 'government worker', and a slight smile that said that he wasn't sure if he should be in Dean's room.

"Mr. Winchester?" he asked. His voice thick with a Boston accent, so he was obviously not from California…at least not originally; the man took a moment and set down a black briefcase and allowed the door to fall shut behind himself.

"Depends on who's asking." Dean said cryptically. He eyed the man suspiciously when he reached into his pocket and withdrew a black folded leather badge holder. He held up the credentials and watched as the man in the bed relaxed somewhat and nodded for him to continue.

"Agent Tyler Richardson, with Homeland Security. Can I have a minute?" The man smiled at Dean and waited just inside the door until he was invited in further. Dean inhaled and then motioned with his good arm. The stiches in his chest pulling as he did so, causing him to wince outwardly, if Agent Richardson noticed, he wisely kept his expression neutral. "Thank you. I wanted to talk to you earlier, but your other half felt that it would be better for me to wait until you were stronger. I tended to agree with him." The man's eyes were sharp as he watched every one of Dean's reactions to what he was saying…he was gauging him…looking for openings in the conversation to say what he really wanted from the doctor.

Dean nodded as he continued to watch the man with unsure green eyes. "Okay, yeah…that sounds like Sam. So what would you like to know, Mr. Richardson? I wasn't exactly in a position to see much…what with being trapped in the basement immediately following the explosion." He shifted to alleviate some pain in his hip and gestured to the empty chair, that one that Sam usually occupied. Speaking of Sam…where was he? Dean thought quickly.

"Well, we are several weeks into our investigation of the bombing and so far all we know is that it was not terrorist related. We think that it was a personal attack against someone working inside the hospital…but since you were the only one that lived through the attack in the basement area, where the bomb was located…we were hoping that you might have some insight for our agency." Agent Richardson leaned forward and looked expectantly at Dean. "Frankly Mr. Winchester, we're stalled on the investigation…and we need a new perspective." He looked hopeful as he interlaced his fingers and leaned back in his chair again.

Dean nodded, his forehead furrowing in concentration as he sifted through fragmented memories. "Well, I was locked in the medical supply closet for most of it…I don't know how much help I can be." He looked over at the agent's earnest expression. "But I am willing to try to help, in any way possible." Dean didn't want to see anyone go through what he'd just lived through. Most people wouldn't have made it…he was incredibly lucky…and one of the only reasons he'd made it is because Sam wouldn't take 'no' for an answer. He felt the familiar warmth pool in his heart as he thought of what Sam had gone through to ensure that he hadn't died in that cement tomb. Part of him knew just how close he'd been…if Sam had waited even another day…he wouldn't have made it. His medical training told him that…and it made him wonder if Sam really was some sort of gift, sent just for him. Thank god for the jack ass that had bunked them up that first year in college…

"Okay, well anything that you could tell us would be helpful. Did you see anything unusual?" The man pulled a notepad from his pocket and started writing in the small leather bound pad.

Dean shook his head, his chest again pulling painfully as he twisted a bit in the wrong direction. "The only thing that I remember was that once I went into that room…I think it was locked from the outside…but I don't really know because the bomb exploded a few moments later…and frankly I don't remember much of anything until I woke up here." Sam's head popped into the room as the agent nodded, writing down what Dean had said and then glancing over at the lawyer. When he saw the sheer size of the man, he was glad that he'd gotten permission to talk to the doctor before trying this. Because Sam didn't look like he would have a problem with throwing someone right of this room onto their ass if he thought they were going to bother Dean.

"Agent." Sam said evenly as he sat down on the bed next to Dean and reached over gently squeezing his partner's knee in a silent request, Sam was checking to see if was okay. Dean nodded quickly, letting him know that he was fine…and that 'no' the agent wasn't bothering him. Sam nodded again and then sat back further, crossing one long leg over the other and staring at the security man with interest. Every one of his law classes coming back as he watched and studied the man questioning the love of his life about an accident that had nearly robbed Sam of Dean. He shuttered inwardly at that line of thinking…he couldn't imagine himself living through the loss of the other man. He simply relied too heavily on Dean for what he needed to survive…they both relied heavily on one another. It was one of the many things that Sam loved about Dean…how much they needed each other.

"Mr. Wesson." Agent Richardson said quickly. He folded up his notepad and placed it back in his pocket. "Well, it looks like your ride is here Mr. Winchester. If you don't mind I'd like to speak with you further sometime in the near future…once your settled back in at home that is…and if you're feeling up to it?" His blue eyes flickered with interest as he watched the silent communication going on between the two men and he had to admit that he was impressed. He'd very rarely come across people that were able to share their feelings and thoughts silently as these two did. They obviously knew each other very well.

Dean nodded and held out his good hand for the man to shake. "That should be fine…just give me a couple weeks?" The agent nodded his agreement and then shook Sam's hand as well.

"I'll be sure and call first." He said, looking straight at Sam's stern expression.

"Please do." Sam said. His hand then lifting to rest gently on Dean's lower back in a supportive and loving gesture. He watched as the agent left the room and then he was finally able to give Dean the 'hello' that he'd wanted to. With his hand rubbing soft circles on Dean's back, his lips captured Dean's in a soft and passionate kiss. Nothing too crazy, Sam had read up on the type of injury that Dean had sustained…and he could easily suffer from a heart attack if he was pushed too quickly. The damage needed time to heal…and as much as Sam would love to jump Dean's bones right here in the hospital. He simply wasn't willing to risk Dean's full recovery for a quick roll in the sack.

Dean pulled away quickly as his heart pulsed painfully as the rate increased with his passion. "Not quite ready for anything that's not G-rated Sammy." He said in a rough voice. But there was humor laced through it so Sam found himself smiling and kissing Dean on the cheek.

"I have no intention of pushing for anything that's not a complete Disney rating at the moment." He looked down at Dean and the love and patience that was reflecting out his ocean colored eyes had Dean swallowing his own swelling emotions. God, I missed him. He thought. "Let's go home."

Dean could only nod his answer as Sam scooped up his meager belongings and pushed the wheelchair in for Dean to climb into . He eyed the chair with disgust and then glared at Sam as he smiled innocently. "Hospital policy…you know that…doctor." His dimples were plainly visible as he enjoyed taunting Dean a little. Although judging from the pasty pallor of Dean's skin…he shouldn't have been walking very far anyways…not yet. Dean grumbled and then shifted himself into the chair, his fingers clenching and unclenching in irritation.

"I hate this." He groaned. His hands dropping uselessly into his lap as Sam stepped up behind him and started pushing him out of the hospital…that frankly…Sam couldn't wait to leave. He'd spent too much time here in the last several weeks…praying that Dean would come out of this somewhat intact. His thoughts turned to Anna and Castiel…they had also been here the majority of the time since this had all started. And Sam knew that they were just as ready as he was to try and put this behind them and get on with a normal life.

"So I have a bit of a surprise for you." Sam said as they rolled through the automatic doors, and he popped the electric locks on the BMW.

"Where's the Impala?" Dean asked immediately. His concern for his baby never ceasing to amaze Sam…sometimes he wondered if he should get the car its own room in their house.

"It's in the garage Dean….safe and sound. As I was saying, I have a surprise for you." Sam helped Dean shift his weight into the car, his chest muscles clenching as he took some of his own weight…and damn did that hurt like a bitch. Dean pulled in a deep breath of air and then looked over at Sam expectantly.

"So what's the big surprise Sammy?" He asked, careful to avoid sounding winded when talking to the taller man…he would worry too much. And Dean knew that this was all pretty normal for his injury. Sam gently closed his door and returned the wheelchair to the waiting area before climbing into the driver's seat and turning a huge grin in Dean's direction. "What?" Dean pressed. His own lips pulling into a smile at the devious but excited look on his partner's face.

"I talked with the agency…and if we want…we can officially start the adoption process in three weeks…if you're feeling up to it that it." Sam added and then glanced over at the softness that had invaded Dean's features as he stared at Sam.

"Really?" He asked. His hands tapping excitedly on his knees as he watched Sam's reaction.

"Really." Sam answered back, reaching over and taking Dean's fingers gently into his own and pulling them to his lips. "I want this Dean…I want this with you."

"Sammy…do you have any clue how much I love you?" Dean asked in a hoarse voice. The emotions he was swallowing back nearly crashing to the surface as he thought of what was soon to be his family. Him…Dean Winchester…he was finally going to have a real family. One that wasn't scarred by drugs and alcohol abuse…of child abuse for that matter. He knew that Adam Milligan had had his own set of challenges in his very young life…but that was something that Dean knew that he could cope with. Hell, he'd done it in his own life…he could help this little boy to live a happy, healthy, normal life…him and Sam that is.

Sam turned sincere eyes in his direction and there was a glassy sheen to them that let Dean know that the other man wasn't getting out this whole 'chick-flick-moment' unscathed. "Yeah.l..cuz it's exactly how much I love you." Sam said quietly.

An hour later had Sam helping Dean into their home and the familiar smell of it alone had Dean feeling better than he had in weeks. Casper ran into the kitchen as they came through the door connecting it to the garage, his large paws slipping on the tile as he skidded to a halt. Sam quickly inserted himself between Dean and the excited lab before he could bowl over the shorter man in his enthusiasm. Dean reached out and scratched the dog behind the ears, watching as the dog's tongue lolled out happily. "Anna brought him back a little earlier...she thought you could use another friend." Sam explained.

"Missed you too boy." Dean said as he moved slowly through the kitchen. He passed through the foyer and looked at the stairs, his heart rate picking up at the daunting thought of climbing them. Dean had never realized that they had so many stairs before...

"You okay with the stairs, Dean?" Sam asked as he stepped up next to him and placed a gentle hand on the base of his spine. It was a quiet offer of help if Dean needed it…and while he really did want to take Sam up on the offer…he also knew that he had to start doing these things for himself. He couldn't rely on Sam to be around all the time…and with the added addition of Adam? Dean needed to get back on top of his game…because he needed to be the father that this little boy deserved. He pulled his lower lip between his teeth and shook his head as he started the long extremely slow climb up those fourteen stairs.

By the time he reached the top he was breathing heavily and the sweat was rolling down is face. Sam had wisely stayed quiet and allowed Dean to do this on his own…even though it nearly killed him to do it. He understood Dean well enough to know that the man needed to do things on his own.

"Friday…we can go meet Adam…and if all goes well. At the end of the month…we'll be fathers." Sam said after Dean was settled into their large bed. Casper had crawled up and was lying near Dean's feet, his head resting over his paws.

Dean reached over and grabbed Sam's hands and brought them to his lips, placing soft kisses on his knuckles. "Sometimes I wonder what I did to deserve you…" He whispered. Sam smiled and leaned over kissing Dean's soft pink lips.

"I ask myself the same question."

TBC…

Author's Note: Sorry it has been so long since I posted an update for this story. I was trying to figure out where I wanted to take it. I now have an idea so the updates should be quicker. Thanks for sticking with me…hope you enjoy the chapter.

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