Disclaimer: Supernatural and all its characters belong to Kripke and the CW. I own nothing.

Warning- If you are not a bi-bro fan, turn back now. This story is not for you. This one has a happy ending with the brotherly bond firmly back in place. Neither brother is going to walk out on the other and refuse to forgive him. Both brothers have done things they shouldn't have. (even though they did them for what they thought were the right reasons.) Neither one is all innocent or all guilty. And neither one is solely responsible for starting the Apocalypse. It took the breaking of 66 seals to do that.(not one) Of those, Sam broke one and Dean broke one. And before my inbox gets inundated with PM's telling me Dean didn't know he was breaking a seal, I know he didn't. But neither did Sam. Dean, Sam, and Bobby all thought killing Lilith would stop the Apocalypse not be the last seal to break.

One last remark- Any flames will be given all the consideration they deserve, i.e. they will be immediately trashed.

AN- to anyone still reading, please excuse my little rant. I just needed to clear a few things up. Hope you enjoy the chapter and thank you for sticking with me and this story.

Previously on Supernatural-Turning left, he headed towards Bobby's place. It was time to go home.

SPN

Sam slowly awoke, smiling as a delicious aroma teased his senses. Licking his lips, he dropped onto his back only to bite back a yelp as his sore backside made itself known. Eyes shooting open, the young man rocked back and forth on the bed until he managed to roll back onto his side. He muttered curses as he struggled to move a hand back to rub the injured area. 'Dr. Walters may be a great at fixing head injuries but he really needs a refresher course on giving shots.' Sam thought with a grimace. Slowly becoming aware of the gentle movement of his bed, he glanced around the room, surprised to find himself in Vonnie's RV. He didn't remember hearing Dean or Bobby saying anything about having the mobile home at the hospital. He thought they had said he was riding in the impala. He must have been more out of it than he thought.

"Well, look who's awake" Bobby exclaimed as he wheeled through the doorway. "About time you woke up, champ. I was starting to think you were going to sleep through supper."

'Supper?' Sam thought. Just how long had he slept?

Seeing the confusion on Sam's face, Bobby quickly rolled over and put a hand on the boy's arm. "It's okay, Sammy. That shot the doc gave you made you sleep for a while." he assured the littlest Winchester.

Nodding, Sam fell back into his little Sammy role. He gazed around the room for a moment and then asked, "Uncle Bobby, where are we?"

"You're in Nurse Vonnie's RV, Little Bit." Bobby replied. "When Vonnie and your Uncle Josh found out you were hurt, they came to visit you. And Dean and I thought you'd be more comfortable in the RV than the impala."

"We're really in a RV?" Sam gasped, the awe clear in his voice. "Me and Dean always wanted to ride in one. Dean even makes up stories about me and him and daddy going to the Grand Canyon in our own RV. Do you think we could go to the Grand Canyon in this one?"

"How about we get you better first?" the salvage owner countered.

"Okay" Sam agreed, giving the older man a dimpled grin.

"Good. Now that that's settled, let's see about getting some food into you." Bobby told the boy.

"Somebody say food?" Dean inquired as he walked into the room balancing a full tray. Going over to the bed, he set the tray on the small night stand before helping his brother sit up against the headboard. Picking up the tray, the older brother went around the bed and sat down. He scooted over till his shoulder bumped Sam's and then set the tray across both their legs.

Sensing that the boys needed some time alone, Bobby backed away from the bed. "I'm gonna go eat out there. Vonnie's going to need me to help mediate between Josh and Ellen after all that time cooped up in the car together. You boys holler if you need something." He muttered as he turned and quickly wheeled out of the room.

"Thanks Bobby" Dean called. Turning his attention back to his little brother, he asked, "Think you can handle the spoon if I help you?"

"I can do it, Dean" Sam replied. Staring down at his hand, he concentrated on moving it the short distance to the tray. His hand shook for a moment before slowly rising and inching towards its goal. When it finally dropped onto the tray several minutes later, Sam was grinning from ear to ear.

"Good job, kiddo!" Dean praised as he picked up the spoon and carefully placed it in his sibling's hand. Covering Sam's hand with his own, he guided the utensil to the plate and scooped up a small bit of casserole. He then helped lift the food filled spoon to his Sammy's mouth. It probably wasn't the best or fastest way to feed his sasquatch of a brother but if the kid wanted to do it, Dean was more than willing to let him. After all, he was going to need all the confidence he could get for the long recovery he had ahead of him.

Sam was able to struggle through a few more spoonfuls before he had to stop. He didn't want to admit defeat but he knew he couldn't do anymore with his arm shaking off.

And Dean obviously knew that too because he carefully uncurled Sam's fingers and settled his hand back on his lap. "I got this, buddy. You just sit back and relax and let me do all the work. Okay?"

"Okay" Sam sighed. He really hated having to be dependent on Dean and the others for every little thing. Dean spent his whole childhood taking care of him. He shouldn't have to do that now. Unfortunately, there was nothing Sam could do about the situation at the moment. He couldn't do much of anything for himself right now. So he swallowed his pride and obediently opened his mouth as his brother continued to feed him.

Noticing the thoughtful expression on his little brother's face, Dean frowned. "What's going on in that big brain of yours, Sammy?" he asked as he took a bite of his own supper.

"I was just thinking." Sam said, shaking his head when Dean offered him another spoonful of casserole.

"Oh, yeah? Wanna tell me what you were thinking about?" the older hunter questioned. Picking up the tray, he set it on the night stand before turning back to his sibling.

"I was thi- *yawn* thinking about that RV story you used to tell me." Sam mumbled. "Would you, *yawn* tell me that one?"

"Uhh, yeah sure, kiddo" Dean answered with a nod. "But first let's get your meds into you and get you lying down again." Taking the pill bottle off the tray, he shook a pill into his hand. He put the bottle back, grabbed Sam's juice, and helped the younger man swallow the medication. He then rearranged the pillows and settled Sammy so he was lying of his side. Sitting beside his sibling, Dean scooted down the bed a little. He wrapped an arm around Sam and pulled him closer, resting the boy's head on his chest. "Okay, let's see" he began as he racked his brain for the long buried story Sam mentioned. "Umm, once upon a time Sammy Winchester entered a coloring contest at a big mall. Everybody in the whole school colored pictures for the contest but they didn't stand a chance. Sammy won by a landslide cause he was the best colorer. He stayed in the lines and everything. So Sammy's dad, John, and his big brother Dean took Sammy to the mall to get his prize. And guess what his prize was?"

"Toys?" Sam asked around a yawn.

"That's right! Sammy won a buggy full of toys and the biggest RV anyone had ever seen!" Dean narrated. "And then the Winchesters got in the RV and headed west! John drove while the boys played and watched movies all day. And at night, the three would eat smores and tell ghost stories till they fell asleep. It took them a whole week to get to their destination but they finally made it to the Grand Canyon. And then the fun really began."

SPN

"Dean" Bobby called as he wheeled into the room, "you about ready to…" he stopped as he took in the scene in front of him. It had been a long time since he'd seen Sammy lying snuggled into Dean's side like that. Chuckling, he quietly pulled his cell phone out of his shirt pocket and snapped a couple of photos before backing out of the room so his boys could rest. Everything else could wait.

AN- I know it's not much but it's the best I can do right now.