"Sam? Dean, I can't feel him in my head anymore." Kira whispered as Sam lost consciousness in their arms.

"Sammy!" Dean checked his pulse. "He's breathing. Sammy, come on baby brother. You have to stay with us, man. We need you. I need you."

"He's so cold." Kira and Dean moved in unison; lifting Sam's head and shoulders between them. They cradled him, sharing body heat with their Sammy. His head lolled and came to rest on Dean's shoulder. He choked back a sob.

"Sammy." He cradled Sam's head in his left hand, turning his brother's face into his neck. Dean could feel Sam's shallow breaths and hoped for more. Praying for them to continue. He held Sam like this and stretched a strong, comforting arm around Kira's shaking shoulders. She was quietly crying. Dean knew she was struggling to connect with Sam on the path they shared. Trying to find the man she loved. Kira kissed Sam's cheek and placed her head on his shoulder.

Sam. Baby, please open your beautiful eyes for me. I love you. I need you. Come back to me. Come back to Dean. Your brother is imagining a life without you and breaking inside. Please Sam. You have two people here who can't stand life without you near. Baby, please live for me.

Dean felt Sam's long, dark eyelashes flutter against his neck at the same time as Kira gasped.

"He's coming back," both said at once. Dean raised Sam's head from its resting place and Kira moved to take it into her lap as Dean lowered him gently to the leaf littered ground.

"Sammy?"

Baby, open your eyes.

Sam's eyelids continued to flutter and he drew a deeper, stronger breath. Kira brushed the long locks back from his forehead and Dean grasped his hand. Sam's brow wrinkled and his head worked a few inches side to side in Kira's lap. As if he was dreaming, fighting unconsciousness.

"Kira?" he whispered.

I'm here. She thought.

"Dean?" A little stronger.

"Yeah, bud. I'm right here."

Sam struggled to open his eyes. The pain was there but fading rapidly. He was infused with strength; a sense of control he hadn't felt before. And he remembered what dream Jess had said. He could control them now. All of his abilities.

Kira. Her name came across her mind, carried by his strong, yet gentle voice, sweeping like a caress. I love you, head to toe, heart and soul. Do you know that?

She smiled. I know. You've become my life. Sam opened his eyes, seeing her first, then Dean. They were both stunned silent. Sam's eyes had gone from hazel to a vibrant pine green with gold flecks. In them was a quiet strength; a honed power, capable of many things, and a determination to save the people he loved. The people who were his world.

Sam stood under his own power, with both Dean and Kira scrambling to support him.

"I'm okay." He said simply. The others stood on either side of him, looking at the wall of fallen trees barring their exit from the woods. Sam focused his green eyes on the blockade. The gold flecks swirled in their depths as Dean and Kira watched on. A growing power caused the air around them to vibrate and hum. Sam stepped forward, raising his arms. He moved his hands in front of him, palms together like he was praying. His eyes and hands began to glow with the green light; and as he pulled his palms apart the fallen trees parted, revealing a clear path from the woods. Dean's chin dropped as he saw the opening, their way to leave the place where so much had happened to his baby brother.

Sam's hands and eyes stopped glowing, returning to that deep, pine green. The flecks ceased movement and Sam looked at Dean.

"Dude, you're catching flies." Dean's mouth snapped shut as Sam wrapped an arm around Kira, stronger than before, and led the way back to the Impala and home.