AN// Hey guys!! Sorry this chapter has taken so long but I lost my muse and struggled to get this chapter written. Hopefully my muse is back to stay, hope you enjoy!!

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Chapter 14

After Sam had collapsed in exhaustion I burst into tears, the hope I had been holding onto since waking up just vanished. I feared I would never have my Sam back. Dean came over to me trying to comfort me but I found myself too angry with him to accept his arms. I pushed him away, stunning both him and all the Cullens.

"Stay away from me and Sam, this is all your fault! If you had been a better brother to him this would have never happened! I hate you! Leave, never come back, we don't need you! GO!" I shouted at Dean, the venom in my voice made even Emmett back off, I couldn't stand Dean being in the same room as me at this precise moment. Underneath the anger I knew it wasn't Dean's fault but right now I needed someone to blame and Dean was there. Dean stood with his back against the wall, stunned into silence, the Cullen's were also stunned into silence, they had never seen me when I was angry, they had witnessed me on the phone but never face to face confrontation.

"Bells, I, I, I'm sorry" Was all Dean managed to stammer out.

"SHUT UP! I don't care! It's your job to protect him, he's your brother, that's all I have ever asked of you, that's all your father ever asked of you! Every time you have left me in a motel room the only thing that has kept me from running out and following you is the thought that you were there to protect Sam, that you would never let anything happen to him! Well guess what Dean, if that is what you call protecting then let me tell you something, you failed!" I knew my words were cutting at Dean's heart and they were exactly what he was already telling himself but I didn't care, the pain at nearly losing Sam was too much.

Dean took another step back before he ran out of the room and soon I heard the distinctive sound of the impala engine. I knew I should have felt guilty at hurting Dean that much and I should be worried about what he was going to do but I didn't. I looked over to the Cullen's who were frozen in place, I could tell they didn't believe how I could be so cruel to Dean, I ignored them and focussed my attention back to Sam who was sleeping peacefully again. I wiped his sweaty brow and cleaned up the cuts on his arms from where he had fought our grip before sitting down on the bed next to him, just content to watch his face as he slept. I knew someone was going to break the silence soon but I wasn't going to be the one to do it.

"Bella, Bella" Alice spoke quietly but her voice was clear in the silence of the room.

"What?" I snapped coldly back at her, if they wanted me to feel sorry for Dean then they were going to be disappointed.

"Don't you think you were a bit harsh on Dean there? He loves Sam just as much as you, he feels bad enough about what happened without you shouting at him too" Never in all the time I had known Alice had I ever hated her as much as I did at that moment.

"How dare you? How dare you stand there and tell me how I should feel? How I should act? My husband is currently laying unconscious after being tortured mentally and physically for 3 weeks because Dean wasn't there for him when he needed him. So don't you dare stand up for him! My life has been hell for the last few weeks because Dean got upset that Sam loves someone other than him! I suggest you leave this room right now because Sam and I do not need anyone with that attitude anywhere near us!" I glared at her, probably for the first time in the whole time I had known her and still there was no guilt. Stunned into silence the Cullens walked out the room, shutting the door behind them, leaving me and my husband alone.

It was 5 minutes until I could summon the courage to look at Sam again, he was still laying still, unconscious, on the bed although by the look on his face I was positive he was suffering internally. I could only imagine the horrors that were flashing in front of his eyes. I walked back over to the bed and laid down next to Sam, my face level with his and slowly and gently stroked his soft brown hair out of his eyes. He leant into my touch and my heart lifted, it was then I knew that we would make it through this, that our love would survive anything.

"Sam, baby, everything is going to be fine, I am always going to be here, I am never going to leave you again, you hear that? Even if you use those ridiculously gorgeous puppy dog eyes on me are you going to convince me to stay behind while you go out and fight. I promised you on our wedding day that I would do everything naturally and supernaturally possible to protect and support you and I intend to keep that promise. Fudge, our baby is safe and alive, he looks just like you, he needs you just as much as I need you, come on baby wake up" I whispered into his ear before pulling back so I could watch his face again, he made no indication that he had heard a word I had said and I felt a tear roll down my cheek. I closed my eyes, trying to stop myself from crying again.

"I need you too" A voice rang out and I opened my eyes in shock and found Sam's beautiful orbs looking back at me.

"Sam!" I lunged forward and pulled him into a fierce hug, never wanting to let go.

"Sssh, Iz, it's ok, thank you for not giving up on me" He calmed me down, which I found frustrating despite everything he had gone through he was still the calmer of the two of us!

"Sam, baby, don't ever leave me again, I won't live through it, I barely made it this time!" I spoke so fast I barely had time to breathe, I kissed him on the cheek, then the other one. "We have a beautiful son, spitting image of his daddy" I spoke again before planting a gentle kiss on his forehead. "Lilith didn't get to us, we are both fine, physically anyway, not sure the same can be said for my sanity. I thought I had lost you" I felt tears well behind my eyes before I finally got what I had been craving for the last 4 weeks, mine and Sam's lips met for a passion filled kiss which soon became much deeper. Before either of us knew what was happening I was straddling Sam and my hands were roaming his chest until suddenly Sam let out a gasp as I made contact with a particularly nasty burn. "Sam! Oh my god, I am so sorry, I didn't mean, I got carried away, I didn't mean" I was silenced by Sam placing a finger on my lips.

"Don't apologise, we both got carried away but weeks of separation will do that. Now how about I try and sit up and you go and get our son, I need to see him." I could see the hidden meaning in Sam's words, he needed to see Tristan before he would believe that no harm had come to us in his absence.

"Ok, but afterwards you are going to let Carlisle look at you, promise?" It wasn't so much a request, more a demand.

"I promise, but only once I have held my son" Sam's answer was just as firm as my demand, I smiled at him and quickly made my way to the Cullens, where Tristan was currently staying.

When I enterred their home I found that there was no one around, I was shocked, I knew that there was no way they would leave Tristan alone in the house, I quickly made my way to the room they had kindly made into a nursery for him and found Carlisle sitting in a chair reading whilst Tristan slept.

"Oh, Carlisle, there you are, I am sure you heard, Sam is awake and I am just taking Tristan to see him, but afterwards would you be able to look over Sam's injuries, please" I asked Carlisle, no longer embarrassed to ask Carlisle for help.

"Of course Bella, I am glad Sam is awake and I am sorry if Alice offended you earlier, she was just concerned for you" At Carlisle's words I remembered what I had said to Alice earlier and internally I cringed, she didn't deserve my rage.

"I know Carlisle, and as soon as I see her I will apologise, and to Dean too, he isn't to blame for any of this" It was only as I said the words did I realise how cruel I had been to Dean earlier. I walked up to the crib where my son was sleeping and for the first time since he had been born I looked at him and felt nothing but love for him. I carefully and gently picked him up and slowly walked back to where Sam was waiting for us.