Hello dear readers.

I just want to say wow, and thank you for all the reviews, followers, and favorites. I really needed it.

And to reassure all Sam Girls (me included) he will get better. And yes he was a jerk, but of course he has his reasons.

So after saying all that I think it is time to get the brothers back together. I hope you enjoy.

"Another. Actually make it a double."

The bartender sat the glass in front of Dean. "My you are trying to bury something. Trust me dude, in the morning it will be even worse."

Dean shrugged. "Then I'll just start drinking again." Dean downed the brown liquid in one gulp. "Keep 'em coming Hank, I don't even have a buzz yet."

"I should have known this is where I'd find you." Dean groaned at the sound of Bobby's voice.

"Go away Bobby."

"So not going to happen. You know one word from me and…"

Dean spun around glaring at Bobby. "Go ahead, I'll just get in my car and find another. Or just buy out a liquor store."

Bobby crossed his arms, shaking his head. "I can't believe I was this wrong?"

"About what?"

"I always thought you were nothing like your Daddy. Man was I wrong."

"I'm nothing like him." Dean screamed. "I'm at least here. Not that it really matters." Dean turned and slammed his fist on the bar. "Another."

The bartender glanced at Bobby, who slowly shook his head. "Sorry dude you're cut off."

Dean growled turning on Bobby. "You know what, go to hell. I'm an adult I don't need Dad, you, or…" Dean pushed passed Bobby, staggering slightly.

"Or what Dean?" Bobby asked. "Or Sam." He saw Dean tense. "Yeah that's what I thought. It's killing you that your baby brother's pushing you away. The Dean I knew would push right the hell back." Before Bobby could say anymore, his phone rang. Pulling it out he answered. "Singer. Whoa slow down. Yeah okay I'm about five minutes away. I'll be right there." Bobby shoved his phone back in his pocket. "That was Natalie. In case you give a damn, someone snuck into Sam's room." Bobby watched as Dean instantly sobered.

The boy turned and ran out of the bar. Bobby followed.

Dean ran into the hospital. He suddenly realized he had no idea where to go. Bobby passed him. "This way." Nodding Dean followed. The elevator was going way to slow for Dean. When the doors finally opened Dr. Sanderson was standing there.

"I know what he said." She said taking Dean's arm. "But Natalie insists that you're the only one that can help him." The doctor pulled Dean down the hall. She turned and pushed him into a room. The room was dimmer then the hall, so it took Dean's eyes a moment to adjust. When they did his heart leapt. Sam was thrashing on the bed. Natalie stood nearby trying to calm him. When she got close Sam came very close to hitting her. Something snapped inside Dean.

Rushing forward he grabbed Sam's flaying hand. Pulling him into a slight sitting position, Dean slid behind him. He wrapped one arm around his brother laying a hand on his chest while the other arm gently restrained Sam's arms.

"Sam listen to me." Dean's voice was gentle but forceful. "You need to calm down." Sam tried to pull his arms away. "No Sam stop. Listen to me. You're safe Sammy. Big brother's here." Dean felt Sam relax slightly. "That's it Sam, now just concentrate on breathing. That's it in, out. No slower. Listen to me…in…out…in…out. That's it little brother."

Sam completely relaxed into Dean. His eyes slowly focused. "N't."

"I'm here Sam." Natalie said stepping forward. "I'm okay."

It was then that Dean saw that she had a split lip, and a cut on her forehead. "Hey Doc check her out." Dean ordered.

"I'm fine." Natalie argued, but turned to face the doctor.

"D'n." Sam breathed, trying to move again.

Dean stood slowly laying his brother back onto the bed. "Hey Sammy." Sam's face clouded over slightly and he looked away. "Sam look at me." Sam turned away even more. "Damn it Sam, what happened?"

Dr. Sanderson opened her mouth to say something, but Bobby stepped forward and stopped her. Bobby mouthed. 'Trust him.' The doctor looked a little uncertain, but nodded.

"Where the hell is that damn white thing?" Dean snapped. Natalie picked it up from where it had landed on the floor. Dean took it and held it out to his brother. When Sam wouldn't take it, Dean took his hand and forced him. "Now write. Go ahead tell me to my face to leave. Tell me that you don't want me here. Go on Sammy."

Sam turned glaring at Dean. He wrote: Don't call me that.

"That didn't tell me to leave." Dean said. "Come on Sam it was so easy for you before. Tell me you don't want me here."

A tear escaped Sam's eye as he looked away. Dean please.

Dean lifted Sam's face and forced his little brother to look him in the eyes. He saw it then. "They threatened me. Whoever did this to you, threatened me." Sam's eyes lowered slightly his breath hitched. "Tell me Sam, who did this."

No

"Damn it Sam."

Tired. Hurts.

Sam showed this to Dr. Sanderson as he reached over and pushed the button. Dean heard the click of the medicine being given.

"Alright that's enough for now." Dr. Sanderson started pushing people out of the room. "Sam needs his sleep. And yes Dean, before you ask, you can come see him, but not until tomorrow."

"Bobby said someone got into his room." Dean said spinning on the doctor.

"I placed security at Sam's door. Unfortunately, it was between shifts. It was Natalie screaming that got us to the room in time. But, again, unfortunately, the person got away. All I can tell you is that I'm pretty sure it was a man. About your size. He was dressed all in black, even had a ski mask on. But don't worry, I've made sure that the security will overlap from now on."

"Don't bother." Dean said, grabbing a chair and placing it next to Sam's door.

"What are you doing?" Dr. Sanderson asked.

"What I've always done." Dean answered. "Keeping my brother safe. Your security failed I won't. Bobby call the others. Whoever took Sam is local, and not our normal kind of thing."

Bobby nodded. "I'll come spell you in the morning."

"Just find who did this." Dean said. "Then I'll sleep."

"Come on Sam you've got to eat something." Dean pushed. He was tired and hungry himself. But he refused to leave until Sam had eaten something.

"No." Sam said pushing the table away again.

"You are the stubbornness, pigheaded, mule I've ever had to deal with." Dean said.

Sam turned to look at him. "M'rror."

"Oh funny. Really funny. You know what? I'm going to go, and find me something to eat."

"G'd."

"Then, I just might go back to the apartment, and sleep for two or three days."

"N'd." Sam said pointing to Dean's eyes.

"Oh don't even get started on my dark circles." Dean laughed. "You've got them in spades."

"Cr'y."

"I'm cranky because you won't eat." Dean fumed, pushing the table back over. "If you don't eat something they're going to put that tube down your throat." Sam shook his head rolling his eyes. "They will and I'll help them."

"So I take it everything's not sunshine and roses." Natalie said, standing in the open doorway.

"Oh everything is just peachy." Dean snapped. "Sam here likes the hospital so much he's decided to stay." Sam glared at his brother. "Well that must be it. Otherwise you'd be doing what the doctor said." Sam rolled his eyes again, pushing the table away. "I know you don't like it. But right now it's all you can eat. Your throat's still to swollen for anything else."

Natalie watched the one side conversation. The two brother's finally locked eyes with each other. Natalie felt the tension in the room double. Dean tensed but the look on his face was full of concern. Sam's body was almost shaking. Taking a few steps closer, Natalie cleared her throat. When the brother's turned their heads in perfect unison, she had to force down a smile. "I heard Dean say something about the tube. Honestly I've heard doctors threaten to do that. But I've never really seen it happen." Sam gave his brother a mocking smile. "But." Natalie went on taking another step forward. "I've seen family members so worried about their loved one, that they make themselves sick." She looked at Dean. "Even ended up in the bed next to them."

"Hey, I would go and eat, and sleep if I knew he was okay." Dean said in defiance.

Now standing next to the bed, Natalie pulled the table back over to Sam. "I really don't think he's asking too much. I mean, unless you want him sick in the bed next to you."

Sam glared at Natalie but picked up the spoon. His hand started to shake and he dropped the spoon back in the bowl. Complete frustration washed over him, and Sam again pushed the table away. Dean looked as though he wanted to punch him.

"You know I bet that has gotten cold." Natalie picked up the bowl. "Yep ice cold, no wander you shook. I'll just nuke it at the nurses station be right back." She pushed the juice box over. "You could take a few sips of that while I'm gone." Smiling Natalie left the room.

Sam looked at the juice, he was thirsty. Lifting his hand he growled seeing it shake again.

Dean put his hand over Sam's. "Sam, let me, please."

Closing his eyes Sam took a deep breath then nodded. Dean put the straw in the juice and held it to Sam's mouth. Sam leaned forward slightly and took a few sips. Dean was sitting the juice back on the table as Natalie walked in.

"Nice and warm again." She sat the bowl down. "And I snuck a little spice while I was there. Nothing much just a little salt and pepper."

Sam smiled. "Th'k." Before he could get anymore out he started coughing. This had happened during the night and he knew it hurt like hell. Dean instantly jumped to action.

Sitting Sam up slightly Dean put his hand on Sam's back. "Calm now Sam, it is okay. That's it breath in slow now out. That's it."

Sam finally calmed his breathing coming back to mostly normal. He glanced at Natalie. He opened his mouth but she held up her hand.

"How about this. If you want to say thank you just smile. The bigger the smile the bigger the thank you. If you want to say sorry just do that, what Dean calls the puppy look. That way you can save words for other things you can't use your face for." Sam nodded and smiled. "My you are a fast learner. Now how about some food for you, so Dean can go eat."

Sam nodded. Dean took the spoon and feed Sam. He was able to get down about half the bowl, before shaking his head. "Well that's better than nothing." Dean said smiling.

"Great now it's your turn. The cafeteria downstairs is still open and the foods not too bad." Natalie saw Dean's quick glance to Sam. "If Sam doesn't mind I could stay here for an hour or so. Besides Caleb is at the nurse's station flirting with Nancy."

Dean laughed. "I told her the more she turns him down, the more he'll chase her." Sam slowly turned his head to look at his brother. "I do not. After the third no I'm done. I have my limits." Sam gave him a small smile pointing to the door. "Yeah, I know, I'll be right back." Dean grabbed his coat and headed to the door. He stopped and looked back at his brother. "I'll be right back."

"Not unless you leave." Natalie said waving at him. Dean smiled again as he walked out of the room. "You have one awesome brother there you know that?"

She was surprised to see a sad look cross Sam's face. Sighing he said. "Do't st." Sam pushed out. The doctor had insisted that Sam do as little talking as possible. But Natalie learned very early that Sam Winchester was stubborn as hell.

She also learned quickly how to read him. Not nearly as good at Dean, but still enough to talk, that is when Sam refused to use the white board. "I know I don't have to stay. I want to stay." Sam smiled slightly and Natalie pulled a chair over to the bed. "I can turn the TV on if you want?"

Sam sighed but nodded.

Turning on the TV Natalie clicked through until she stopped on a show called Supernatural Mysteries. Glancing at Sam she asked. "You don't mind do you? I love everything supernatural. The stranger the better. I've read just about everything in the library there is on the subject."

Sam groaned.

Natalie was instantly standing hovering over him. "Are you in pain? Do I need to get the nurse?"

Sam shook his head. "F'n."

Natalie relaxed and sat back down. "Okay." She turned back to the TV. "This is okay with you right?"

Sam hated to admit it but the show was actually kind of interesting. He gave her a smile and nodded.

Dean walked in when the second hour was starting. He glanced at the screen and laughed. "You're kidding me?"

"Don't tell me you're a sceptic." Natalie sounded slightly offended.

"Far from it darlin'." Dean pulled up a chair. "This is better than the soap opera their watching downstairs."