Well here's the next chapter. I am so sorry it's late. I have had some family problems and haven't had time to post it. I want to thank every single one of you for telling me your choice for the next chapter. I hope you enjoy it. Thank you for all your positive reviews.

" Dad." Sam begins to cry." I want to go home. I want to go home."

Dean pulls the side rail down and sits next to Sam." We will. You just gotta rest for a bit." He kisses Sam's cheek." You feeling better?"

Sam hic cups and more tears fall. " I want to go home."

Dean looks up at bobby then back at Sam." Soon."

" Please take me home. I want to go home." Sam grabs Deans shirt." Take me home."

"Hey. It's okay." Dean pulls Sam into a hug and rubs his back." Why are you so upset?"

Sam looks up at Bobby before curling tighter into Dean." When I had that scan thing I..."

" What?" Dean looks up at Bobby who shrugs his shoulders.

" I saw you." Sam rubs a fist into his eyes." I saw you."

Dean bites his bottom lip and frowns." What do you mean you saw me? I was up here with Grampa Bob."

Sam takes a few deep breaths." You was on a bed and you looked sick. Really sick."

" It was just a bad dream Sam." Dean rubs Sam's back." Just a dream."

Sam pushes himself away from Dean." You had wires on you and and and you were sick. There was a t.v and you were talking to someone. They said you was going to die." Sam grabs Deans shirt and pulls himself in tight as he can." I don't want you to die."

" Mr Connors?"

Dean turns his head to see the nurse from before." I just need you to complete some forms then you can get young Sam home."

" Dad stay here please." Sam grabs Deans hands and holds on tight." Stay."

Dean looks from the nurse then to Bobby then to Sam. " It will take two minutes and then we can go." Dean winces as Sam holds on tighter." Do you want to go home?" He waits for a quick nod against his chest. " I will be standing just by the door and you will be able to see me." He gestures with his head for Bobby to join him outside. "Two minutes." Dean pulls Sam of from himself and kisses his forehead." I will be just there." He points to the doorway." You can see me. I am not going anywhere."

Sam lets out a shaky breath." Two minuets. Okay."

Dean gives him a smile before walking over to Bobby and the nurse. He takes the papers from the nurse." I'll give them back in a minute. Thank you." He watches the nurse leave before running a hand down his face." Shit!"

Bobby looks at Sam before looking back at Dean wide eyed." Did he just have a " He taps his head," vision?"

"No." Dean leans against the door frame." Shit."

"Dean? Whats going on. He's talking about you dying. If it wasn't a vision then..."

"It was a memory Bobby. Fuck." Dean looks at the papers and scribbles his signature. " Fuck!"

"Memory? Dean ?" Bobby scratches his forehead and frowns." You know what he's talking about?"

Dean coughs and looks around the corridor. " Yep. I ah, we were on a job and I got a bad electric shock and ended up in hospital. They gave me a few months."

" You look damn alive to me."

" Sam found a healer. I got cured." Dean turns and looks at Sam." I need to get him home Bobby. It scared the shit out of Sam then and he wasn't a ten year old then." Dean walks over to Sam." Ready to go kiddo?"

Sam pushes himself up and hooks his arms around Dean's neck. " Don't go back to work. Please."

" I am not going anywhere but home with you." Dean grips Sam's legs and pulls them around his waist." Me, you and Grampa Bob are going home and we're going to have a talk." Dean carries Sam down the corridor, stopping a few times to raise Sam back up in his arms.

" You stay there and me and Grampa Bob will be back in a minute." Dean covers Sam up on the couch. " I'll get you some juice." Dean heads to the kitchen.

Bobby holds out a mug of coffee." How is he?"

" Scared." Dean sips at his coffee. " Shit scared."

Bobby nods and licks his lips." How the hell did he remember what happened when he was...was..."

Dean grimaces." was my normal brother." He watches Bobby nod." I haven't got a clue and I wished I did. Neither of us know what the deal involved."

" We looked at all the books and notes back then." Bobby sits down and settles his cup on the table. " This has freaked me out."

Dean laughs." Me too. I don't know why he's remembered, but why that memory? and why now?"

" Dad?" Sam's shaky voices carries from the main room. " Dad?"

" I'm coming." Dean pours out a glass of juice." I need answers Bobby." He walks fast to Sammy." I'm here." Dean places the glass on the table." How you feeling?"

Sam looks up at Dean." Can you stay?"

" I'm not going anywhere. It was just all a bad dream." Dean sits next to Sam's hip." You were scared and you had a bad dream. Have you had any bad dreams before?"

"Not like that, they were normal nightmares. This one felt real. You were dying dad." Sam's cheeks start to become red and covered with tears." I don't want you to die."

Dean blows out a breath and takes Sam's hands in his own. " I am not dying okay. I am here." He raises Sam's hands and holds them up to his own face." I am here." Sam nods and yawns. " Go to sleep." Dean rubs a hand through Sam's hair." I am going to stay right here." Dean pulls a cushion off from the couch onto the floor and sits on it." I am staying right here." He continues brushing his fingers through Sam's hair until he falls asleep.

Bobby walks into the main room and sits in the armchair opposite Dean." I'll get the books out." He rubs a hand across his mouth. " I'll start back where we began last time."

"Thanks Bobby." Dean moves his hand from Sam's hair to hold Sam's hand." He's so scared Bobby. He is so scared." Dean wipes away a falling tear." How can I carry on protecting him from everything that we had in the past if it's coming back." He looks up at Bobby." How?"

Bobby looks from Dean to Sammy." It was one memory. A scary one at that. But it was one memory. He may not have any more."

" What if he does? What if it all comes back Bobby. I've tried giving him a normal life and now it has to come crashing down? He's been so happy I can't handle him finding out about..."

" Listen to me." Bobby waits for Dean to look back at him." You have given him a good life, a wonderful life. You could not have made it any better. Do you hear me?" Dean nods." and if he starts to remember more we and I mean wewill deal with it. I know you're afraid and scared shitless but he needs you to carry on as his dad, as his protector, as the person who has loved and cared for him for the past ten years. "

Dean turns his head and looks at Sammy sleeping." What if..."

" There are no 'what if's ' there is Sam, you and me and that's all you need to remember. Whatever happens you just remember that." Bobby pushes himself up from the armchair." Now i'm making lunch, i'm starving."

Dean's eye's follow Bobby out . He smiles and looks around the main room. Dean stops and stares at various pictures around the room. There's a picture of Dean and Sam covered in mud after playing football. On top of the t.v is Sam's last school photo. Dean stops when his eye's land on the large picture on the wall above the fireplace. It's a picture of all three of them. Bobby's standing next to a tree and Dean's squatting down infront of him, Sams standing between his legs and he's holding the hands of the 18 month old. It was the day when Sammy decided to say 'love you' and Dean cried. Dean's eye's settle back on Sam. " I'm here. Always here."

"Here ya go." Bobby hands Dean a sandwich. " You are allowed to move."

Dean lifts up the top slice of bread and peeks under it. " I promised him i'd stay. Is this peanut butter?" Dean raises an eyebrow "and chocolate spread."

" Yep." Bobby takes a bite of his own sandwich while watching Dean." Problem?"

Dean shakes his head and smiles." You remembered."

" Don't know what your talking about." Bobby uses a tissue to wipe his mouth and cover his smile.

Dean lays the bread back down and smiles up at Bobby." You remembered. You old git."

Bobby takes another bite of his sandwich and winks at Dean. " Made you smile."

" Yeah." Dean takes a bite of his sandwich." Mmmmmm." He swallows and licks his lips. " I can't remember the last time I had one of these."

" I remember a certain young man only eating that." He points to Dean's plate." and I remember him crying when I ran out of Peanut butter."

Dean laughs " I was 9. I didn't know. I thought that peanut butter was always in the cupboard."

Bobby smiles and leans back in the armchair. He watches Dean eat his sandwich. " Are you okay?"

Dean looks at Sam then back at Bobby. " I don't know what's coming but if anything happens I know that Sam and I are going to have the best help we could wish for." Dean smiles ". Hey Bobby?"

"Yeah." Bobby brushes crumbs from his shirt.

" Got anymore peanut butter?" Dean ducks as Bobby throws a cushion at him. " I'll have to talk to him when he wakes up. Will you...will you stay and um..." Dean rubs the back of his neck. " I really don't know what to say to him.I ...I..."

Bobby nods and leans forward, closer to Dean . " Did you see the football last night?"

Dean smiles and blinks back the tears." Yeah. Ref needs glasses." He pats his chest with his palm. " Thanks."

Bobby just smiles back." They all need glasses. Why don't they give em all an eye test before they employ them."

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