Hi there

Well, just a lighter little chapter here and then Dean has one final thing that he has to do and this will be over...next chapter is definitely the last...this time I mean it.

Slightly longer chapter cos I couldn't get a better place to stop.

I will try and update the last chapter asap.

Moments with Me and Mine

"Dean!"

His brother's voice cut into the blackness carving a slither of light through it, but Dean wasn't sure he was ready to go there just yet. Waking up would bring pain, would bring reality back and he liked the blackness because he wasn't alone here. She was with him.

"Dean!"

Sam's voice was insistent, leaving no room for defiance.

"Dean!"

He opened his eyes and cried out as the full force of the pain from his injuries hit him.

"Hurts." He thought it was too simple a statement for the amount of pain that he was feeling.

"I know." Sam's hand ghosted his cheek where hers had been moments before. "I thought I'd lost you for a minute there."

Sam's worried face became clearer and Dean took in the huge bruise on the side of his brother's head.

"What…happened…your…face?" Dean took long shuddering breathes between each word.

"Bumped it…'s fine." Sam shook his head at his brother. "I've patched you up a bit…Mags is on the way with an ambulance, some friends of hers that won't ask questions, at least until we have some answers…I was scared…"…he cleared his throat…"…to move you."

Dean smiled at his brother, not missing the little pause in the sentence…well at least he hoped that the look on his face was a smile but he rather suspected that it was more of a grimace.

Dean tried to sit up but instantly regretted it as the movement caused a searing pain to pass through his shoulders and chest. He moaned loudly.

"For God's sake Dean, lie still damn you! Need to get this out you before you can move ok?"

Dean dropped his eyes from Sam's face and realised that the second poker was still in his shoulder. He let out a soft groan as the knowledge that it was still there somehow made the hurt worse.

"We need to get you to a hospital bro' but I didn't want to move you on my own. Mags won't be long."

Dean could almost taste the panic in his brother's voice. He tried to speak again but he found that his voice didn't want to play ball.

Sam leaned in. "What's up?"

"Still…here." Dean shut his eyes again the effort to talk and to keep them open just too much. Dean knew that she was kneeling next to Sam, he couldn't see her but he could feel her presence and he wondered how Sam couldn't.

He relaxed as a gentle hand touched his head.

"Still here? What are you…" Sam stopped and watched as Dean started to fade again. "Stay with me Dean…please?"

Dean tried to do what his brother asked but it was just too much.

"Saved…she…here." Dean was drifting again…the pain building, causing his breath to shudder through him again. He felt the little hand, this time on his cheek again, as if she was trying to smooth away all the pain and he turned his head into the touch and let himself sink into it.

"Dean?"

Sam realised that his brother had passed out again and he prayed that Mags would hurry.

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The beep of the heart monitor wasn't only keeping in time with his heart…his head was thumping along nicely to the same beat.

He rmoved his head slightly and the wonderful feeling that you only got with heavy meds or illegal drugs washed over him.

He could feel no pain apart from the beat in his temple that was somehow defying the medication and irritating the heck out him. He gave up trying to ignore it and opened his eyes hoping that it would make a difference…it didn't.

He tried to figure out just where he was.

The room looked like a hospital but it didn't smell like one…not as antiseptic or as stark as usual. A movement across the room caught his eye and he turned his head, groaning slightly at the effort that just that small movement took and looked over to the window.

He made out the outline of the person that was standing staring out at what Dean thought was a sunrise but he wasn't quite sure.

"S'm?" The figure turned and smiled.

He realised as she turned that it was a woman standing at the window, for a moment he thought it was Audrey, that she was still here, but then he realised that it was someone older.

"Hi, back with the land of the living I see then." Mags walked over and sat on the edge of the bed resting her hand on the top of his. "How are you feeling?"

"Drugged."

Mags smiled at him. "Yeah I made sure that they gave you the good stuff."

She watched as Dean made as if to sit up and placed a gentle but firm restraining hand on his chest. "Wouldn't do that if I was you. One…your shoulders ain't gonna let you, don't think for a minute that they're up to taking your weight just now and two…you tear my stitching and I'll finish what they started" Her voice bode no argument and he relaxed back down under her hand.

"Where….?"

"…are you?" Mags finished for him. "Friend of mine runs this place, it's a private clinic. There'll be fewer questions here and he owed me a few favours."

"Shouldn't have…" Dean looked as if he was going to try and sit up again but the look she threw him stopped him dead.

"I mean it, lie still or I'll put you out again. Between you and that brother of yours…"

Dean suddenly realised that Sam was missing. "Sam?" Panic filled his voice, his thoughts turning straight away to the head injury that his brother had had.

Mags looked at him sheepishly. "He wouldn't leave you…so I'm ashamed to say…I kinda slipped something in his coffee. He's down the hall sleeping like a baby and he's fine." She smiled at him. "Don't tell him what I did ok?"

Dean smiled. "I won't." His voice was quiet, barely managing more than a whisper and it was dry sounding. Mags lifted the cup of ice chips up for him. He took some and let them melt in his mouth, relishing the cold trickle of water down his throat.

"Thanks. That's better. How am I?"

"Your welcome…well it could have been worse." She laughed as Dean rolled his eyes. "It could have been. You lost more than a bit of blood and both your shoulders are pretty screwed, she aimed low so you should be grateful, she skewered you but she didn't break your shoulder so as I said it…it could be worse. That left shoulder of yours has seen some action before though hasn't it?"

Dean raised a half grin. "Yeah. You could say that."

"It's not gonna heal as quickly because of it." She looked at him. "Do you always just go from one disaster to another like this?"

"Pretty much….although this is kinda extreme even for me. I usually try to leave more than two or three weeks between tortures." She laughed and he joined her…coughing through the end of it.

She gave him some more ice chips.

"How are your eyes and ears anyway?" He could only lie there and scowl as she shone a light that was way too bright in his eyes. "Eyes are kinda red looking there, they bothering you?"

"Hearing's ok…but yeah, my eyes still hurt now and again."

She frowned at that. "I'll get John to check them out before we get you out of here. He still owes me a few favours even with this."

"No." Dean moved his hand slightly under hers. She looked down at him.

"No what?"

"I appreciate everything that you've done but I don't want anymore favours…they'll be fine."

"Dean it's no problem really." She tapped gently on his hand.

"No…I can't repay you as it is…."

"Tell you what then….I'll get you to do a favour for me in return…call it quits. What do you think?"

"Me do you a favour…how?" His face bore a sceptical look.

"We'll get you checked over properly and get you back on your feet and once you are you can look out for Bobby for me as your favour. How does that sound?"

Dean chuckled. "That's kinda a steep favour…Bobby gets into more trouble than I do."

She touched his face. "Now somehow I find that hard to believe."

Dean looked at her. "He likes you, you know. What if I fix you two up?" He had a little evil glint in his eye but she could see he was tiring again.

"Do you want to get out of here? Just make sure that he stays ok and we're good. Deal?" She felt him tense at the word and then realised her mistake. Sam and her had had a long talk. "Agreed?"

He smiled at her. "Agreed. I'd shake and everything but…"

"Yeah maybe not the best idea at the moment, maybe later."

He watched as a strange look crossed her face and when she lent in he thought he saw her eyes change colour. "It's ok…just rest." She touched his head. "Sleep now…it will be alright." He recognised the words that his daughter had spoken to him in the basement.

Mags sat back and blinked at him, her eyes changing colour once again. "I feel funny, probably hungry. You get some rest now." She stood and walked away with a slight shake of her head.

Dean closed his eyes a sad smile on his face.

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Sam sat quietly as Dean finished telling him what little he knew about what happened in the basement.

"So Audrey saved us…and Jane was there? When I came to, the bodies were gone Dean and you were pinned…I didn't see any of it."

"Jane was touching my face, calming me…it was Audrey that killed them or got rid of them or whatever the heck she did to them." Dean paused for a little moment. "Sam…they were still there…when you woke me…Jane was still with me. Didn't you feel her…she was right beside you?"

"You could see her?" Sam shuffled closer.

"No. I just knew she was there. I could feel her kneeling next to me…does that make any sense at all." Dean lowered his eyes from Sam's face. "I…she knew…you know who I was. She called me...daddy." He looked back up. "Do you think Audrey told her or was it just 'cos she was like a spirit…she just knew?"

Sam thought about his answer. "She probably just knew Dean. I don't think Audrey would have burdened her with that so soon after her husband had died." He smiled at Dean. "So she knew who you were…and they saved us. That's kinda cool isn't it?"

Dean returned the smile. "I suppose it is. Audrey's voice though…she was so angry with Marion…rightly so…but still. I gave me the chills to hear it."

"Where's the worry. Marion finally got what she deserved and with the crossroads demon gone this time she won't be coming back."

"I hope not." Dean smiled at his brother again and Sam realised that the subject was about to get changed. "What do you say once I get out of here we head West…San Fran. or L.A. Grab some R&R?"

"Ok."

Sam shrugged at his brother's suggestion. "Ok? Just like that?" Dean paused, his face becoming serious. "I think you should get Mags."

Sam could feel just a little bit of panic inside. "Why? What's up?" He automatically touched a hand to Dean's forehead.

"I must be worse than I think…you agreed without an argument…you'd tell me if I was dying dude…wouldn't you?" Dean's face altered into his famous grin.

Sam's worried touch changed to a slap to Dean's head. "Asshole."

"Yeah…but you love me right?"

Sam slapped him again.

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It had taken another few weeks before Mags had relinquished her hold on Dean and the brothers had ended back at Bobby's place…again.

"You didn't need to go and get banged up again to come back here Dean Winchester…didn't I tell you that?" He turned to Sam as he pulled their bags from the car. "And I know that I told you to watch out for your brother…."

"Yeah you did Bobby and again I'll ask you…how? Not my fault that he stood to damn near the trap."

Bobby turned and glared at Dean who just shot a cheeky look at him. "I'm an id..jit. I know."

"Well just so long as we're clear on that." He cuffed Dean's head and then helped him into the house ignoring the protests that that raised.

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"Fifty. Fifteen minutes." Bobby smiled at Sam.

"Fifty it is. Ten minutes."

The young man turned his head and looked in the direction of the bedroom then he turned his attention to his watch. They both sat silently watching as the ten minute mark approached.

Sam smiled as Dean's voice sounded from the bedroom. "Sonuva….SAM!"

"I win…ten minutes exactly." He held out his hand and Bobby slapped the money into it.

"Well stop gloating and go help him! I'll get the coffee back on."

Sam stood and walked through to the bedroom door. Dean was sitting on the bed with just his boxers on and looking at his shirt and jeans as if they were the most hateful objects in the entire world.

"What?" Sam smirked at his brother.

"Don't. Don't laugh at me. I need you to help me."

"What's the word." Sam made no effort to move off of the door frame that he had leaned against.

"Now!" Dean's face had a slight red flush to it and Sam couldn't decide if he was on the edge of anger or embarrassment.

"I'm pretty sure that's not the word that I was looking for."

"Don't be an ass Sam…I need you to help me." He settled on it being embarrassment.

"And the word…?"

Dean sighed loudly. "Please."

"That's better." Sam pushed off the door, walked over and grabbed Dean's shirt from him. Carefully he slide his brother's left shoulder in and the gently eased back the right one, stopping as Dean hissed.

"You ok?"

"Peachy…I think I preferred being blind. At least I could dress my friggin' self." He looked up at Sam. "This is so embarrassing I want to kill myself."

Sam had bent down to help Dean get his jeans on and he stopped, placing his hands on Dean's knees. "Don't joke about that."

"Sorry, I didn't mean it…it just kinda slipped out. I wouldn't…you know."

Sam put his arm gently under Dean and pulled him up, pulled his jeans up and then left his brother to finish. "I know."

He turned to leave when Dean's voice stopped him. "Sam I've got something else that I need you to give me a hand with."

Sam didn't like the pained look that passed across his brother's face. "Are you ok? What do you need me to do?"

"Let's go for a drive and I'll tell you."

Chapter End Notes:

Well Dean needs his brother's help to finish off this story, one final task that he needs to do.

Hope you liked this chapter no action but I needed to lift the mood slightly and give Dean a little break.

Thanks again to those that review and to the loads of you that just read and enjoy. I do that too!

Cheers Mary xx