Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural, or the characters.

AN: I have no medical knowledge, just way too much time to search the internet.

Thank you so much for all your wonderful reviews, I truly value each and every one, so please keep them coming.

Enjoy!

Half an hour later, John and Dean are still sitting beside Sam's bed, Sam is sleeping soundly. Dean is dozing slightly, when John shakes him gently. "Come on Dude, let's get you back to the motel."

Dean wakes up, and groggily looks up at John. "Wha'?"

"I'm taking you back to the motel, you need sleep." John tells his eldest son slowly and clearly.

Dean makes no effort to move. "I'm not leaving Sam." He tells John stubbornly.

John sighs. "Dean, you have to rest. You're no good to Sam if you make yourself sick."

Dean still makes no effort to move.

"Dean, come on." John says more authoritatively, getting annoyed at his son's attitude, while at the same time, proud that he looks out for his younger brother so much.

"No Dad, I need to be here when Sam wakes up. I need to tell him what happened, he shouldn't have to hear it from a stranger, Dad." Dean replies adamantly, still firmly seated.

Knowing that this is one fight he won't win, John gives up. "Okay then, I'll see you later. Do you need anything?"

Dean thinks for a moment. "No, I'm good. See you later."

John then walks away, leaving Dean sitting alone at Sam's side.

A while later, Dean is still sitting beside Sam's bed, thinking out aloud to himself, going over how he is going to tell Sam what happened to him. "Maybe is should just spit it out, then deal with the fallout." Is his first plan, but he quickly discards that. "No, no I can't do that. This is going to crush him, I have to say it just right. But there's going to be fallout anyway." Dean rationalizes. He then sighs in frustration. "How the hell am I supposed to tell Sammy this?! He was practically burned to a crisp because he was so fucking obsessed with killing that damn demon!" Upon saying his last thought, Dean hears something, and then-

"De …what're you saying?" Sam questions, still half asleep.

"Sam, you're awake? How long have you been-" Dean says in a surprised tone.

Sam interrupts Dean, fighting not to start hyperventilating. "Long… enough."

Dean runs his hand through his hair. "Shit, Sammy. I'm sorry, I… you weren't meant to find out like this. The docs say that with treatment you'll be good as new." Dean stammers, horrified.

Upon hearing this confirmation, Sam panics. The monitors start screeching as his heart rate soars, Sam taking shallower and shallower breaths until he is hyperventilating.

Dean jumps up, and moves closer to Sam. "Calm down, Sam. Sammy, please calm down."

At this moment, Casey and several other nurses run into the room. "Dean, step back." Casey tells Dean as she steps up to the bed. "Did anything happen?"

Dean moves back, but only slightly. "I screwed up. I told him what happened to him. He panicked."

Casey grabs Sam's chart, then turns to one of the other nurses. "Dr Chan has written an order for five milligrams of diazepam, get it." While the other nurse gathers the sedative, Casey grabs an oxygen mask from the wall behind the bed, and places it over Sam's face. "Sam, just breathe. Deep breaths." She looks briefly at Dean. "Come over here, talk to him."

Dean doesn't need to be told twice, within a second he reaches Sam's side. "Sammy, calm down man. I'm going to make this better Sam, please just breathe." Dean continue his stream of reasurring words as he watches a nurse push a needle into Sam's central line, and then watches Sam rapidly lose his fight with consciousness.

A few minutes later, once Sam is settled. Casey motions to Dean to follow her into the hallway. When they are outside the room, Casey asks. "What exactly happened in there Dean?"

"I screwed up." Dean tells her simply.

Casey gives Dean a look that clearly says 'elaborate'.

"Sam was sleeping, I thought Sam was sleeping. I was trying to work out how to tell him. How could I have been so fucking stupid?!" Dean yells, furious at himself.

Casey takes his anger in her stride. "This is not your fault Dean. Even if he hadn't heard it now, he would've been upset whenever he found out."

Dean is now pacing angrily. It's already my fault he got hurt, and now he's had to be sedated because I screwed up! AGAIN!

Still undeterred, Casey tries a different approach. "Dean, stop." Surprisingly that does the trick. "Now, you were trying to make things easier on Sam, and yes, it didn't work out well, but you are trying, and that is a lot more than I see most of the time. Stop blaming yourself over everything, it isn't your fault. Now, say it this is not your fault."

Dean shakes his head. "No, I can't."

"Yes, you can, say it." Casey says firmly.

Finally Dean gives up. "Fine, I'll say it. This is not my fault." But his voice is lacking any evidence that he believes what he is saying at all.

Casey doesn't accept that. "Dean." She prompts gently, but firmly.

Dean hesitates for a moment, then in an unusually shaky voice, he says. "This is not my fault." Gaining strength, and starting to believe his own words, he repeats, in a stronger voice this time. "This is not my fault."

Casey looks at Dean with satisfaction. "Good. Now, Sam has a long recovery ahead of him, and things are going to be rough for awhile, but whenever you start feeling guilty, or angry, just remember those words. Okay?"

"Yeah, thanks Casey." Dean says, feeling, much to his surprise, better.

"Okay then, you should get back in there. He should wake up in the next hour or two. He's going to need you." Casey says with finality as she turns away to go attend to another patient.

TBC...

Thanks for reading!

Sorry if the end of the chapter came out as kinda weak and ooc, but someone had to talk some sense into Dean.

Please review! Let me know what you think.

For those who haven't already, please check out the poll on my profile. And thanks to all those who already have, you rule!