I'm soooo sorry that it took so long. I've been starting college the last two weeks so it's been (a little hectic would probably be the understatement of the year!) Well it's the last chapter and I'm not entirely sure I like the way it ended since I couldn't really spend a ton of time on it. But I hope you enjoy it and aren't too disappointed. PLEASE REVIEW!

Chapter Twenty Five

Dean struggled to sit up but an intense pain in his side and abdomen forced back on the hospital bed. Sam was at his side in a second, clinging to his hand; apparently he had cried out in pain. On his opposite side another man stood hovering close to his bed.

"Bobby?" Dean questioned hoarsely gazing at the broad form in front of him.

"Hey boy." Bobby answered, placing his hand lightly on Dean's right forearm. "Looks like you managed to get yourself into quite a scrape, again." Dean smirked then grimaced, noticing the white hot pain that shot through his entire frame. Sam clung tighter to his hand, willing him to hold onto consciousness.

"Hang in there, Dean. I'll get the Doc." Dean quickly shook his head no, ignoring the pain in his head; Sam rolled his eyes gently and pressed the call button, anyway.

"I'm fine, Sammy." Dean grunted, trying and failing to hide the pain in his voice.

"Shut up, Dean. Ya just had your can kicked by a demon and went through two surgeries. You're allowed to be in pain." Bobby stated harshly, wanting to wallop the kid for being too pigheaded and brave. Dean rolled his eyes obviously ignoring Bobby's lecture. He really did love these kids, even if they were two of the biggest idjits he knew; the older hunter thought to himself as he looked at the broken form in front of him.

An hour later Dean was resting comfortably, the pain that had racked through his body had subsided soon after the pain meds were administered. Bobby and Sam sat at the eldest Winchester's bedside trying to figure out why Meg disappeared so suddenly.

"I don't know, boy; but I'd be extra careful who you trust from now on. After an exit like that, our demonic friend will be out for blood." Bobby stated, after hearing the unusual way that Meg had disappeared.

Sam nodded solemnly, glancing toward his brother's sleeping form; determination covered his face, she wouldn't get to his brother; not if he could help it. "Bobby. Once Dean gets the okay; would it be alright if we hung at your place for awhile? You know just till Dean heals up a bit?"

"Stupid question." Bobby mumbled. "You should know by now that you're always welcome." Sam nodded while Bobby said this; he had already known the answer.

Sam and Bobby woke up to the sound of shuffling feet and hushed voices. A doctor and one of Dean's many nurses were standing outside the door. The nurse appeared to be updating the doctor on Dean's condition. After a few minutes Doctor Carroll strode into the room, taking in her patient's condition; her eyes finally came to rest on Sam and Bobby's upturned faces.

"It sounds like your brother is recovering fairly well from his surgeries and his injuries…." The Doctor paused as she looked over the chart that hung from the edge of Dean's hospital bed. "….it appears that he does have a considerable amount of pain." The doctor paused, pursing her lips. "Other than that he looks like he's healing nicely." Sam nodded, clearing his throat.

"He's going to be okay then?"

The doctor nodded wearily, "It appears that way, it seems that he's out of the woods. Mr. Wise, we still have the issue with the police; they need a statement from both you and your brother."

"Of course." Sam answered; the doctor nodded quietly and left the room, her tennis shoes, squeaking as she went.

"What's got her panties in a knot?" Bobby asked not so quietly.

"I have no idea." Sam answered honestly, chuckling at Bobby's rather loud response.

"Gosh; can't you guys keep it down for like two seconds?" Dean grumbled, teasingly from the bed.

Sam turned and smiled a lopsided grin at his brother, "You think you're sick or something?" He asked, teasing his older brother back.

Bobby smirked at the brother's antics; they would both be okay. No demon could get a Winchester down.

"So Bobby, what's new?" Dean questioned turning his attention toward his almost father.

"Not much. Too busy keeping you two outta trouble to do much else." Bobby stated.

"Sam, why don't you go out and get us coffee and some food. I'm starving." Bobby asked about an hour later.

"Okay?" Sam questioned Bobby, standing up. He was still staring at the older man as he left the room trying to figure out what he was up to.

Once Sam was gone, the atmosphere of the room changed to a much darker tone. "What were you thinking?" Bobby asked, pacing in front of Dean's hospital bed.

"What are you talking about?" the younger man questioned in a defensive tone.

"Taking all the beating like you did. If she didn't get pulled away by that weird mumble-jumble, you wouldn't even be here right now." Bobby stated gruffly; his concern for the boys safety finally breaking loose.

Dean eyes widened as he sat straight up in bed, ignoring the pain that followed his sudden movement. "What was I supposed to do just let her beat Sam and the girls to a pulp? If I hadn't done what I did none of us would have gotten out alive!" Dean said his voice raising to a slightly less controlled tone.

Bobby groaned, he didn't really blame Dean but his hero complex was going to get him killed. "Just don't be stupid, you're body can only take so much." The older hunter answered, his tone becoming quieter, almost affectionate.

Dean nodded as he pursed his lips, his anger was fading but the pain was getting worse. He felt strong hands quickly grip his shoulders and lower him back toward the hospital bed; the pain that racked through his body caused dark dots to dance across his vision but he could still see Bobby's concerned face, before he blacked out entirely.

Bobby kicked himself for giving into his unstable emotions; now the very person he was concerned about had passed out because of him. The older man reached up and brushed his fingers across Dean's forehead, "Sorry I'm such an idijet, kid." He mumbled quietly.

"Hey Bobby. Dean asleep again?" Sam stood in the doorway holding a bag of food from the cafeteria.

"Uh… yeah." Bobby stated hesitantly turning to look at the youngest Winchester. "What'd you bring to eat?"

After a lunch of burgers and greasy French fries, Dean was wake again and complaining about the hospital once again. He acted like nothing had happened between him and Bobby, mainly because in his eyes nothing had happened.

"Hey boys!" a happy but timid voice said from the doorway. All three of the boys turned to look at Hope and Rose; each had a smile on their faces but Hope's attention was only on Dean.

"How do you feel?" Hope questioned quietly, walking up to Dean's hospital bed. She almost cried when she gazed at the bruises and the white bandages that were wrapped around his chest.

"Peachy." Dean stated with a smirk trying to wipe the look of concern from the girls' face.

His response only seemed to prompt further concern however and the older sisters' eyes began to fill with tears. "Hope, please don't cry. Really I'm fine. I'll be up and walking around in no time at all." The oldest brother hurried to say, he hated it when girls cried.

Hope attempted a small smile but it came out a little wobbly. "I'm sorry; it's just knowing that this was my fault and…"

Dean interrupted quickly, his tone gruffer than before. "Look at me; this isn't your fault. Meg was after me the entire time. If anyone should feel guilty about this it's me, not you." Hope's eyes widened.

"Please don't feel guilty, Dean. This isn't your fault either." Hope said quickly looking into the handsome green eyes that were filled with so much regret and hurt. Dean cleared his throat and looked away slightly awkwardly. "So you guys are okay right?" Dean questioned taking in the girls bodies as he looked for possible injuries.

"We're fine; thanks to you." Hope smiled.

"So, what exactly did you tell the cops?" Sam interjected questioningly.

Hope turned toward Sam's voice, "That it was a hunting accident." She stated simply.

"And they believed you?" Dean questioned in surprise.

Hope smirked, "It helps when you've know the sheriff for awhile."

"Dude, let's get out of here. I can't stand just lying around anymore." Dean growled as Sam sat smirking by his side, Bobby stood in a corner of the room; chuckling at the look that Dean was giving Sam. It had been about a week since Dean had been admitted and since before Dean was able to walk he was more than ready to leave.

"Bobby. Come on, man I got to get outta here!" Dean whined turning his puppy eyes toward the older hunter. Bobby glanced at Sam; who was rolling his eyes at his brothers whining.

"The Doc says that he's planning on checking you one more time, but we should be ready to head out today." Bobby told Dean ignoring the draggers that Sam's eyes shot at him.

"YES!" Dean exclaimed loudly, making a nurse who was walking past his room to jump in alarm, Sam and Bobby both smiled widely at Dean's exuberance.

A half an hour later Dean was all checked out and the boys were walking toward the Impala, Dean taking a little longer than usually, with the residual pain that still haunted his body.

"Hey Baby." Dean cooed as he placed his hands upon the Impala's trunk. "I'm back Baby. I'm so glad that you're okay."

Sam once again rolled his eyes at his brothers' antics and pulled open the driver's side door. They were heading to Bobby's house to let Dean recoup a bit more before they started hunting again. Sam smiled to himself as Dean sat in the passenger's seat, still rubbing his hands over the dash board and radio; grimacing only slightly as his abdomen had to bend.

Dean quickly popped a cassette into the radio and Queen soon filled the otherwise quiet car. Dean smirked as he thought, 'Just another death defying trick from the Winchester boys.'

Well what did you think? Please let me know and if you have any questions about the story feel free to ask and i'll do my very best to answer them. let me know if you'd be interested in seeing anymore stories (though i'm not possitive i would have much time to write them). Well like i said tell me what you think!