Chapter 14

Sam was very worried.

Despite how hard his brother was fighting, he had become unconscious from the blood loss. There was nothing Sam could have done to stop it, but he still wished he could.

"It's going to be ok, Sam." the Doctor reassured him.

"Really? Because it doesn't seem very ok to me." Sam said, raising his voice slightly.

"Keep quiet!" One of the demons yelled at him. Ever since Cas had disappeared and gone to the TARDIS, the demons were on edge and very strict. If they put one foot out of line, they would knock it back in. Sherlock had learned that the hard way, as he now had a large gash on his forehead from when one of the demons hit him for talking back. John was tending to it, trying to stop the slow and steady bleeding.

"Cas will bring the TARDIS back here and then we'll get Dean to the hospital." the Doctor told him.

"Well what if he can't make it that long?" Sam asked, his voice dropping to a low whisper.

"He will. Dean is strong, he lasted a week here, he can make it to the hospital."

"Doctor... I have a question for you." Sam said, trying to change the subject.

"Ask away, Sam."

"Why did you try to help us? I mean, it sounds like you went out of your way to find me and save Dean. But why?" Sam asked, sounding confused.

"You guys needed help, so I helped." the Doctor answered simply.

"We need help a lot of the time, and people normally don't help us. Why you?" Sam pressed.

"Sam, I've heard of you boys. I know all of the story. I know everything you've gone through, everything you've done. And I think it's amazing that you boys are still moving. I see you as role models."

"Role models?"

"Yes. You guys show me that no matter how bad it gets, you need to keep moving. Not only that, you're still kind. You could have easily become horrible people after all of the things you've seen and done. It'd be easier. But you keep doing good and helping others. You save each other. You would do anything for one another. It's amazing."

"I still don't understand. Just because you admire us, doesn't mean you need to do all of this for us."

The Doctor placed his hand on the younger Winchester's shoulder and looked into his eyes, "Yes it does. I would give my life for you boys. I will get Dean out of here, Sam, or else I'll sell my own soul for him."

Sam nodded slowly, stunned by his speech. He found it amazing that one man could care so much about two nobodies. Sam knew by the look in the Doctor's eyes that he wasn't lying. Sam decided that Dean would like the Doctor. They were quite similar, honestly. The two cared so much- too much- about others. They wanted to keep their families together. They felt like they had an obligation to save people, to save everybody, in danger. Sam smiled sadly, and looked down at his unconscious big brother. He always looked so peaceful when he was asleep. But now he looked a little too peaceful for Sam's liking.

Suddenly there was a wheezing noise and the group watched as the TARDIS materialized around them, leaving the doors in the demons' faces. Cas stood in the middle of the console room, a smile on his face.

"Good job Cas!" the Doctor exclaimed, getting off the floor and running over to the console. Sherlock rolled his eyes as the Doctor began stroking it.

"How is Dean?" Cas asked, walking over to Sam.

"Unconscious. Are you sure you can't heal him?" Sam responded.

"Yes. I tried. Crowley must have done something to prevent me from helping him."

Sam nodded, then asked another question, "How did you get through to the TARDIS?"

"Told the truth." Cas answered simply.