AN: Goooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! I'm so sorry for the delay! I haven't been feeling like myself lately. I've been waking up weak, disconnected, and more tired than I was the night before. I think it just might be the weather. It was 90 out then it dropped to 60. So I hope it's the weather and not me getting sick. That's the last thing I want right now. I've been down and out enough times with allergies and slight head colds this year, and I do not need this. But if it continues I will consult my doctor and see what's up. So yeah. I took a mini break, but I'm back now. I felt bad too, so tonight you get an update and tomorrow you'll get one like usual. Hopefully. It'll depend on how I'm doing. Also I'll work on getting a new vlog video out on Facebook. I wish I can do art work but my laptop I think is gone. Also, today while resting and dozing on and off, I started brainstorming a new story idea. It's about Dean and Cas as wolves. Gabe, Bobby and Crowley are part of the pack to but Dean and Cas are the alphas. Anyways, Dean and Cas are one day and they find baby wolf Sam and adopt him! So, yes? No? Maybe so? So let's get going! When we left off, Sam was rescued and now is dying! NOOOOO!

SwissPie-YAY! I know right! Curse you plot bunnies! Don't worry! Dean won't lose Sammy! And aw! Thank you!

Catgirlz99-Don't freak! I can't kill Sammy! Well, I can but he has to come back some how. That's my rule! He has to come back! But I will keep writing! I'm determined to finish this!

Souless666-Don't worry! Sammy's not going any where!

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Miracles Can Happen

Dean held his brothers cool hand rubbing it trying to warm it. His baby had gotten worse over the night. His breathing was shallow, his skin felt like it was on fire, his fever making his skin paper dry, and his baby had stilled completely.

Last night he mumbled and moved restlessly, but now he was quiet and still. He wished he could make his Sammy better with just a snap of the finger but he couldn't do anything. Nor could Bobby.

Castiel and Gabriel had been giving it their all, but even they had limits. They told Dean that he may have to prepare himself to say goodbye to his brother if they couldn't fix him. Which they at this point they couldn't.

"Please don't leave me Sammy. Stay here with me. I need you baby. I freaking need you." Dean pleaded. "I know I never say it or not enough, but I love you kiddo. I love you so much it fucking hurts. So please, please baby boy, stay here. Stay with me."

Dean hung his head and cried silently. Bobby slid his hat over his eyes and joined Dean. Castiel and Gabriel too had tears in their eyes and silently prayed to their Father to spare their earthen brother.

Sam was slipping away. Further and further into oblivion. He felt oddly at peace here. There was no pain, no aches, no nothing. Just peace. Peace and quiet.

He opened his eyes and found he was in a wide open field. He looked and saw nothing but clear skies. The field had a few trees. One had a tree house. A big tree house. He got curious and climbed up to the deck and went through the front door.

"Hello?" He asked.

"In here love!" A familiar voice called to him.

He headed to the kitchen where he heard the voice and gasped. At the round table was Jess, his father, and his mother.

"Hello sweetheart." Mary said.

She got up and hugged her baby.

"You got so tall." She smiled.

Sam couldn't help but smile back. Jess hugged him next and planted a gentle kiss on his lips. His father had surprised him by hugging him and he hugged back.

"Please sit." John said.

Sam nodded and sat down. Mary then pushed the plate of his favorite chocolate chip cookies and Jess handed him a glass of milk.

"Mm. My favorite midnight snack." Sam lightly joked.

The three laughed and then got serious.

"Sam we need to discuss some things." John said.

Sam gulped and looked down. "M'sorry."

"Sorry what for sweetie?" Jess asked.

"Everything. I was a screw up, I got all of you killed, Hell if I died in that fire-" Sam was cut off.

"Sam. None of this was your fault! None of it!" John said firmly.

"Your father's right dear. And please don't say that. If you had died in that fire, things would've been worse." Mary said.

Sam tried to believe it but it was hard.

Jess sighed and got up. She threw her arms around his neck.

"Sam Winchester. If we had never met I wouldn't have been happy. You brought me my happiness." Jess said.

"But-" Sam started.

"No none of that. There was nothing you could've done. If you tried you would've been killed with me." Jess said.

"That's right baby. Then Dean would have nothing to live for. He lives and breathes only for you. You are his life." Mary said holding his hand.

Sam had tears running down his eyes.

"Son I know I wasn't father of the year. But I did love you. When I died and told Dean to save you or kill you, I betrayed you both in the most grievous way a parent could. I know you're not evil and never could be. When you went to Stanford every chance I got I went to check on you to be sure you were safe. I was scared for you and your brother." John said.

Sam was full blown crying now. All this time he believed he was cause of all the pain that his family and lover had suffered. But now with their own words they told him just how much they cared about him and that he was loved and not to blame.

"Please don't leave me Sammy."

Sam gasped when he heard his brothers voice.

"Can you hear him love?" Mary asked.

"Dean?" Sam asked.

"Yes dear. He's calling for you." Jess said.

"Stay here with me. I need you baby."

"Dean." Sam whispered and he closed his eyes.

He suddenly felt pain, extreme pain. He gasped and clutched his chest. He felt like he couldn't breathe.

Then he was wrapped in another warm but healing embrace by his lover and parents and fell to sleep.

Back in the bedroom

Dean continued to silently cry when he felt it. A tiny squeeze.

"Sammy?" Dean asked.

Everyone looked at Sam and waited. Had Sam managed to pull through?

Dean felt it again and it was a little stronger. Sam squeezed his hand.

"Sammy! Baby I'm right here! Open your eyes! Please let me see your eyes!" Dean encouraged.

Sam moaned a little and opened his eyes to half way. He looked over and focused on his big brother.

"Dean." He croaked.

Alrighty guys! Gonna end it here and going to bed to rest some. But I'll be back tomorrow!

Until Next Time! *sings Carry On Wayward Son as a lullaby*