Okay guys, this chapter has a HUGE tissue alert. I was bawling while proofreading, and I've read it a thousand times! What a sap! LOL It's a necassary chapter I think, so just be prepared. Thanks for reading.

Cindy.

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"D-Dad…where's Alisa?" Sam's soft, tired voice queried.

"Uh…she…she can't be here right now son. They only let family in the ICU. That means just me, your brothers and your uncles are allowed," John answered, his voice trembling.

"Oh…uh…h-has she asked about me?" Sam's wide, weary eyes gazed intently at John and the man's heart ached with sadness.

"Oh Sammy, you know she'd be here if she could be. You know she's worried about you," Dean said when John's voice deserted him.

"She wouldn't go at first…" Sam started, his words slurring slightly.

"What? What do you mean Sam?" Detective Casey asked as he moved closer to the bed.

"Wh-when the man grabbed me…I-I told her to run…to get help. She wouldn't leave me at first," Sam answered weakly.

"Did the man say anything to you Sam?" the detective queried.

"Uh…he…he said I had to pay f-for my sins. He…he knew my name Dad," Sam said softly.

The four men glanced at each other, worry and concern etching lines in their faces.

"Sam? Could you…" Detective Casey started, but was cut off when Sam's soft voice started again.

"He looked…familiar Dad," Sam whispered.

"How so Sammy? Who did he look like son?" John queried as the other men moved even closer to the bed, their eyes locked intently on the pale, weak boy.

"I…I don't know. H-he looked…he looked like a young…um…like Michael Wilcox," Sam said, his voice trembling with pain and fear.

"Sammy…are you sure? Michael Wilcox is dead," Daniel asked warily.

"Y-you don't think he…uh…could he have c-come back again?" Sam whispered as his eyes began to suddenly droop.

"No kiddo…he's dead and he's never coming back," Dean said as he reached up to brush hair from Sam's eyes.

Sam opened his eyes wide and stared at his brother, a small smile gracing his lips. "P-promise?" he asked softly.

Dean swallowed back the lump in his throat and willed the tears that were threatening to make an appearance to go away. He leaned over his baby brother until their foreheads nearly touched and he smiled reassuringly. "I promise Sam. He will never hurt you again. You made sure of that little brother."

"B-but," Sam whispered tiredly. "You g-guys killed h-him the s-second time, right?"

The three Winchesters flinched and all turned wary eyes onto the confused face of Detective Casey.

"What does he mean the second time?" the detective asked.

John shrugged lightly and turned his eyes back to Sam. "Must be the exhaustion and drugs talking," he explained.

The detective nodded and glanced once more at Sam, whose eyes gazed sadly at his father. Tears began to slowly spill from Sam's eyes, leaving glistening trails on his flushed cheeks.

"D-dad?" Sam queried softly.

"Yeah Sammy? What do you need?" John said, grasping Sam's hand gently as the boy tried to remove his mask.

"Do you think Alisa still…uh…do y-you think she still l-loves me? 'Cause…I l-love her so much and…and I don't know wh-what I'd do if…if she didn't love me anymore," Sam whispered sadly, his lids becoming heavy again.

John looked stricken and gazed at his older son's with panic in his eyes. The young men were at a loss too, and John took a moment before answering.

"Dad?" came Sam's weak voice again.

"She still loves you Sam. How could she not? Don't you worry about that Sam…she loves you more than you could ever imagine," John said with certainty.

Sam smiled softly, the tears spilling with more fervor now. "G-good. Dad?"

"Yes Sam?"

"Alisa and I…we…well…we made love. It was my first time…" Sam whispered, his cheeks flushing further, his glassy eyes staring straight into John's soul.

"What? Why didn't you tell me this before Sammy?" John asked softly.

"D-didn't want you to get m-mad at me. But…I wanted to t-tell you in case…well…you k-know…in case I don't…" Sam said weakly.

John squeezed Sam's hand and shook his head. "You're going to be okay Sam. Don't talk like that, you hear me. You're going to be fine," he said firmly, his eyes dark.

"I just…it hurts so much Dad and I feel…this time I m-might not…" Sam replied, his weak voice trailing off as his heavy lids closed, exhaustion pulling him into the waiting darkness.

John stared in shock at his now sleeping son. He shook his head again as he whispered, "No Sammy, you aren't leaving us. We won't let you."

John looked up, first at Daniel then at Dean. Their eyes shone with unshed tears, as did his own. He reached his foot out and snaked the chair that stood back from the bed. Once the chair was next to him, he sank heavily onto it then rested his forehead on the limp hand he held in his bigger one. He listened as both Dean and Daniel did the same, and it was then that he allowed the tears to fall.

Detective Casey lowered his eyes, his own emotions getting the better of him. He silently walked to the cupboard by the door and found a plastic belongings bag. He went back to the table and carefully placed the envelope, note and photos inside of it. He pulled the drawstring and quietly made his way out of the room, leaving the Winchesters to keep vigilant watch over their beloved Sam.

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Two Days Later

Dean paced the floor near the foot of Sam's bed, his eyes moving to his sleeping brother as he watched for signs that he would awaken. Sam had been moved to his own private room on the Surgical floor early that morning after yet another scan showed that his internal injuries were healing well. The oxygen mask had been replaced with a nasal canula, much to his family's relief. He was still in a great deal of pain and thus was still on a scheduled regimen of pain medication. Sam refused to self medicate in between the scheduled doses regardless of how much pain he was in, so his family had taken it upon themselves to watch him for distress and would push the button if they felt he needed it. Sam was not happy about that, but nobody wanted a repeat of the seizures Sam had endeared just days before.

Dean halfway hoped that Sam wouldn't wake up until John and Daniel arrived back at the hospital. He didn't want to have to lie once more to his little brother as had become the norm practically every time Sam was awake. Sam desperately wanted to see Alisa and couldn't understand why she hadn't tried to see him yet. Dr. Heely continued to be concerned about what affect the news of Alisa's death would have on Sam's recovery, but the Winchesters were very close to telling Sam the truth. It killed them to see the disappointment and sadness in Sam's eyes each time he woke up to discover that the girl he loved still hadn't called or come to see him.

After about the hundredth lap across the room, a gruff voice brought Dean's pacing to a halt.

"Damn boy…I'm gonna get motion sickness watching you pacing back and forth like that!" Bobby spat from his seat to the right of Sam's bed.

"Shhh Bobby…I don't want Sam to wake up," Dean said quietly, his green eyes searching Sam's face for the tell tale signs he was waking.

Bobby stood and stretched before walking to the younger hunter. "Well hell Dean, if the boy wakes up, he wakes up. You usually want him awake."

"I really don't want to try and explain where Dad and Daniel are. All three of us have been here each time the kid's woken up. What do I tell him when he asks why they aren't here?" Dean asked warily.

"Have you guys considered telling him the truth?" Bobby asked.

"I want to Bobby. I hate lying to him. He's going to be so devastated when he finally finds out," Dean said softly, his concerned eyes resting once more on Sam's peaceful face.

"Well personally, I think he should have been told straight up, but I wasn't here at the beginning of all this," Bobby said.

"Shit Bobby, this is so messed up! What if this really is a relative of Michael Wilcox? Sam can't go through that again…"

"None of us will be in good shape if it is, but we'll deal with it Dean. That boy will be well protected. No one's getting to him like last time," Bobby said with conviction.

"Yeah…So uh, what have Caleb and Joshua found out? Anything?" Dean asked, feeling a little lost as he and his father and brother had been at the hospital constantly while their friends had been researching the Wilcox family. John had tried to help with the research at the beginning but couldn't seem to keep his mind on anything but his youngest son, so he had left his friends to find the information they needed.

"They're working on it Dean. We'll know something as soon as they do," Bobby answered.

"Well, I hope it's soon because I want to hunt this son of a bitch down and rip him apart for what he's done," Dean hissed.

Bobby nodded and both men turned their attention back to Sam. Bobby returned to his seat and Dean pulled up a chair opposite Bobby. The room fell into a somewhat comfortable silence, the only sound being the soft beep of the heart monitor.

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Holy Cross Cemetary

John and Daniel stood side by side, their suits pressed enough so they didn't look completely rumpled and out of place. They stood amongst the throng of mourners as the priest's soft, comforting voice carried through the early afternoon breeze, reciting Psalm 23 as soft sniffling noises sounded around them.

"The Lord is my shepherd; I shall not want.

He maketh me to lie down in green pastures; He leadeth me beside the still waters.

He restoreth my soul; He leadeth me in the paths of righteousness for His names sake.

Yea, though I walk through the valley of the shadow of death, I will fear no evil for Thou art with me; Thy rod and Thy staff they comfort me.

Thou preparest a table before me in the presence of mine enemies; Thou anointest my head with oil; My cup runneth over.

Surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life; and I will dwell in the house of the Lord forever."

The priest went on to recite from the Bible John 11:25-26.

"Jesus said, I am the resurrection and the life; he who believes in Me, though he dies, yet he will live, and whoever believes in Me shall never die."

John and Daniel listened sadly as the priest spoke of Alisa's short but happy life and all of the joy she brought to those who knew her. Sobs could be heard, but also laughter as moments from Alisa's life were remembered. Finally, the priest came to the committal part of the ceremony. As he sprinkled holy water over the ornate white casket, he spoke softly,

"We commit Alisa Emily Chambers' body to the ground; earth to earth; ashes to ashes; dust to dust."

The casket was slowly lowered into the ground while Alisa's parents and brother sat vigil, their arms wrapped around each other in their shared sorrow. The crowd began to disperse, a multitude of teenagers, obviously classmates of Sam and Alisa, huddled together as they shuffled away. John and Daniel stood back, solemnly watching the Chambers family as they stared at the hole that their beloved Alisa had been rested in. Phillip Chambers stood and gently pulled his wife to her feet. He wrapped his arm around her waist, then looked down with concern at his son.

John and Daniel wearily approached the grief stricken family, smiling sadly when Elaine Chambers lifted her tear filled eyes to them.

"Elaine, Phillip…we are so sorry. I…I just don't know what I can even say to you…" John said, his voice trembling with grief for the people before him.

Elaine smiled softly then glanced down to the pink sweater she clutched in her hands. Her voice was a mere whisper when she spoke.

"She was wearing this sweater that night. I…I'm sure Sam made her put it on. She was always forgetting to put on a sweater or jacket, even though she always got chilled…"

"I wish I could change what happened Mrs. Chambers…Mr. Chambers. I wish we could bring her back to you…" Daniel said softly.

"Yeah? Well you can't! My sister's dead and no one can change that! Why do you get to keep Sam when we lost Alisa!?" Alex Chambers cried as he jerked to his feet.

"Alex…don't…" Phillip said softly.

"No Dad! Alisa's gone! Why didn't Sam protect her? Why didn't he save her?" Alex spat, grief and despair washing over his handsome features.

"Alex…we're so sorry. I'm sure Sam tried…" John started, his voice apologetic.

"No Mr. Winchester…I-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said that. I…I just want my little sister back. I just want her back," Alex said sadly then turned and walked away, his head lowered and shoulders shaking.

"Alex!" Phillip cried.

"Let him go Phillip. He just needs time," Elaine said softly.

Phillip nodded then turned to John. "How is Sam? Is he okay?"

"He's not completely out of the woods yet, but he's improving every day," John answered.

"That's good to hear John. He really is a special boy. Alisa thought the world of him. Uh…we'd come see him but I just can't step into that place right now…" Elaine said.

"I understand. Sam's asleep most of the time anyway. Uh…Elaine, Phillip…I just want you to know that the man who did this will pay. He will pay dearly for what he's done," John said, his dark eyes flashing.

Phillip and Elaine stared at John, the fierceness in his eyes taking them aback. Elaine squared her shoulders and stepped up to John, her blue eyes just as fierce.

"You make sure he suffers John. I don't want prison for this man. I want him to suffer and die," she said venomously then moved past the Winchesters, her husband holding her tightly to his side.

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Sam's eyes fluttered open and panic coursed through him until he remembered where he was. He turned his head to his right, smiling softly when he saw Bobby's baseball capped head bobbing up and down as he slept. Sam turned to his left and noted Dean in the same position. He glanced around the dim hospital room, frowning when he saw no one else there.

"D-Dean?" Sam whispered hoarsely, his eyes once more turning to his brother.

Dean came awake instantly, his ears attuned to any sound from his brother. When he saw Sam gazing at him, he leaned in and grasped his hand, smiling warmly.

"What is it kiddo?"

"Where is everybody? Where's Dad and Daniel?"

"Oh…they had some things to do Sammy, so they left you with me and the snoring wonder over there," Dean answered.

"Hey…I heard that you insolent little idjit!" came Bobby's gruff voice. His voice softened when he next spoke to Sam. "Hey there Sam…how ya feeling?"

"Hey Bobby. I'm okay…a little tired even though all I do is sleep," Sam answered softly.

"That's the pain meds kid. They got you on the good stuff," Bobby said with a chuckle.

"Yeah…don't like feeling this way. I just want to go home. Maybe then Alisa could come see me…" Sam said, a tear trailing down his cheek.

Dean looked stricken, but quickly masked it when Sam looked at him.

"Aw Sammy, you'll get to go home before you know it…" Dean started.

"I don't believe you guys you know," Sam said tiredly.

Dean's eyes widened and he glanced at Bobby before turning back to Sam. "What do you mean Sammy?"

"I don't think Alisa's not coming to see me because the doctor won't let her. I think she's not coming because she's scared of me. I think she's realized what a freak I am and that I attract freaks. I don't blame her, she should stay away," Sam said, wiping hastily at the tears that spilled from his eyes.

"Oh shit Sammy, that's not true. She's not scared of you and you're not a freak," Dean said firmly.

"Then why Dean? Tell me why she doesn't want to see me anymore!"

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That's it until later tonight. I hope you liked it and will let me know. Let me know if you didn't. Love to you all!

Cindy.