I told some of you I would try to have the next chapter up by the weekend. Well I wasn't sure, but I made it. Hope you like it.

Holding on to the quivering body of his brother, listening to the sobs coming from him, Dean couldn't help being overwhelmed with joy. It seemed wrong to feel this way about the pain and tears of someone, especially if it was someone you cared about, yet he just couldn't make himself feel any other way, as tears and pain were signs that his brother was back. As a matter of fact it would have been all levels of wrong for him to respond in any other way. So his own tears were ones of relief and happiness and there wasn't even one trace of guilt on his mind over it.

Giving the younger man a few minutes, he finally loosened his grip and put his hands on both sides of Sam's face. Gently he lifted his head up, until their eyes met, pausing for a moment, not quite sure what to say, before his heart took over.

"Sammy…, God, little brother, I was so scared you would never come back!"

Unprepared for what happened next, he felt himself pushed back, almost losing his balance and falling off the bed, when Sam suddenly came to live and scrambled up against the headboard.

"No, no, no… why…? I can't… Nooo, no…I can't be here!"

Confusion, fear and something almost like anger were written on the tearstained face of the younger man. Once again sobs shook his body, small trails of moisture running down his cheeks like rivers, his orbs, shining almost black with tears and sadness, were hanging on Dean's deep green ones with an intensity that almost tore the older brother apart. Wanting, no needing to make it better, to take away the deep anguish he could see in Sam's eyes, Dean opened his mouth then closed it again, still searching for the right words. If he wanted to help his little brother, he couldn't mess up. He had to do this right on the first try, but how?

"Why…why did you do it? Why did you bring me back?" Sam pushed out between sobs, "I hit you… God, I hit you…" His shaking increased, yet this time it was fed by anxiety, his next words almost overturning one another, as they were tumbling out of him.

"I-have-to-get-out-of-here-can't-hurt-you-again-I'm-dangerous"

As he attempted to scramble of the bed, Dean made a quick move forward. Laying his hands on the other's shoulders, he firmly, yet gently pushed him back down, never letting go, as he said, "Why, you want to know why I brought you back? Because you are not just my brother, you are my best friend."

He stopped and took in the stunned, almost comical look on the younger ones face, knowing exactly what was going on in Sam's head at this very moment, before the meaning of the words would sink in. After all, what came out of his mouth just a second ago was so pure chick flick, it couldn't get any purer. He enjoyed the slow transition to one of disbelieve, as understanding started to dawn.

"B…but I…I hurt you…badly."

"You did!" Dean knew it wouldn't make sense to deny it, "But it was the medication making you do it, not your free will. And even if it would have been you, do you really think I wouldn't forgive you?"

There was a long minute of silence.

"I know you would!" Sam's voice was full trust, when he spoke again, before changing to fear, "I might kill you, if I stay."

"No you won't!"

"How do you know?" The question was loaded just as much with hope, as it was with doubt.

"Because I know YOU," He looked at his brother, leaving no doubt he was serious, "I know you would never hurt me or anyone else on purpose. And don't tell me it's not true, you even give the monsters we hunt the benefit of a doubt. If it was up to you, you would question them first. If I think about it, I have seen you do it before, try to reason with some of the spirits, I mean."

There was a small smirk on Dean's face and even though Sam didn't mirror it, he didn't sob anymore either. Red rimmed eyes, a moment ago too dark to distinguish any color other than black, now started to show a slight sparkle of their usual hazel. It wasn't much, but it was a first step, enough to satisfy the firstborn brother for now. He reached Sam, brought him back and convinced him to stay; the rest would come with time.

"Bathroom?" He asked, changing the subject.

Getting a nod from the younger man, he took the small bag with the IV pump and hung it over his shoulder. Reaching out, he pulled his brother to his feet and put his arm around his waist. Most other times Sam would have complained and insisted on walking on his own, now though that the adrenaline rush was over; he felt drained and incredibly tired and was grateful for the help offered. Allowing his brother to support part of his weight, he moved alongside the other, glad when they reached the other end of the hallway and with it the bathroom.

Dean guided the younger man into the small room. He could feel the fatigue coming from every one of the other's pores, yet at the same time he could see the pleading in his eyes.

"I'm gonna give you a moment. I'll leave the door cracked and I will be right outside in case you need something." He gave his brother a knowing grin, before he stepped out to leave him to his business.

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Having decided it was time to check on Sam and make Dean take another break, Jo and Bobby walked up the stairs, surprised by seeing the older Winchester leaning against the wall in front of the bathroom.

"Shouldn't you be with your brother?" The older hunter questioned him.

"I am", He smirked, the expression by itself telling both of them everything they needed to know, even if the following words wouldn't have done it, "He is right in there!" Hearing the toilet flush, he added, "Ah, here is my cue, better get in there."

With those words he opened the door and stepped inside, pulling it shut behind him.

"You okay there?" He asked, taking in the pallor of Sam's skin.

The younger man had closed the lid and now sat on top of it, leaning heavily against the wall.

"M' fine…"

"Sure…" He bit his tongue to keep from saying more, realizing that any kind of sarcasm might be too much for the kid to handle right now. Instead he opted to change the subject, "Let's get your face washed, before you fall over. Anything else can wait till later."

For the lack of a wash cloth, he wet one of the smaller towels with slightly warm water. Expressing the excess liquid, he gently wiped it over his brother's face, taking especially care to clean the corners of his eyes. Repeating the procedure, he smiled at the relaxed expression on Sam's face. At any other time his actions would have met with stubborn resistance. It spoke of tiredness, yet also of the complete contentment the younger man felt at this moment.

Putting the wet one down and reaching for a dry towel instead, Dean hurried to finish, then offered his brother his hand, "Ok, let's go, get you back to bed."

"Kay" Sam looked dead on his feet as he took the offered hand.

This time almost all his weight was on Dean, yet the older man bore it gladly. Opening the door with some effort, he wasn't really surprised to see Bobby waiting them.

"Darn nurse, told me to stay here, while she is putting new sheets on the kid's bed, thought you could use some help!" He grumbled.

The older Winchester grinned, hearing the real meaning in the words, which went kinda like this,
"I had to wait and make sure the kid is alright. I gladly help you take him back to bed."

Together they half carried the tall younger Winchester back to the room, gently settling him back into his bed. Jo covered him with a fresh sheet and blanket, but as she started to tuck them around the tiredly blinking young man, a quick glance from his brother made her step aside. With a smile on her face she watched as Dean drew the blanket up around Sam's shoulder, making sure his brother was tightly covered, before he almost accidentally pushed his hand through the dark mob of hair.

"Go to sleep Sammy, we can talk more when you wake up. I promise things will be okay. "

Immediately the blinking stopped and the lids settled down on the hazel orbs. Only moments later a soft snoring told him that his baby brother was fast asleep.

"Guess I still got it!" He smiled up at Bobby, who could only nod. It didn't seem to matter if Sam was three or twenty-three, a touch and some reassuring words from his big brother could still put him right to sleep.

Standing up, Dean's face took on a more serious expression. It was clear that something was bothering him and it took only an instant, before he directed his question at the experienced nurse.

"Why is he so tired? I mean I get that he would be kind of tired and weak, but this seems almost extreme. Could he have caught something despite of the antibiotics?" His green eyes were colored dark with worry.

Jo nodded, "I certainly can understand, why you would think that, but don't worry, the explanation is simple. Sam isn't used to the anti-anxiety medication we have been giving him. Although it isn't a very large dose, it still can cause drowsiness, especially in someone, who isn't used to it. I would think he experienced an adrenaline rush when he woke up, which caused him to be very alert, but when it wore off, he was left with nothing and the drug hit him really hard."

Relief flooded the young hunter and even Bobby let out a breath, showing that even though he didn't think about it before, Dean's question dug up some concern in him also.

"So what are we going to do, I don't want Sam to sleep all the time, but at the same time I don't want him to get any of those rage attacks either."

"I think Doc Carmichael will agree with me, if we cut the dose down to about a fourth during the day and maybe a half at night. I don't think we will have to worry about this too much longer anyway. Another week and he should be out of the woods as far as the danger of steroid rage concerns, maybe even sooner."

She put her arm around his shoulder and pulled the stunned hunter into her arms. Hugging him tightly, she could feel the tension seep out of him, as his body relaxed into her arms.

"You did good Dean." She said, gently stroking his hair, "Your parents are proud of you, believe me. I'm a mother and I know these things." Letting go of him, before the moment could become uncomfortable for him, she ruffled his spiky hair, "Now, while I go downstairs to make a few calls, you get ready for bed. I'll bring you some hot tea when I'm done."

"But…" Dean started to complain.

"No buts, you promised Sam to be here when he wakes up, so you lay down in your bed. I'll bring up the small lamp from the desk downstairs. It's a little bright, but I'm sure Bobby has a lower Watt light bulb that we can use."

Looking at him, the salvage yard man gave her a nod.

"See, we'll set the lamp right here on the nightstand and leave it turned on. That way, if Sam wakes up during the night, he will see you are right there, keeping your promise and in the morning you'll be alert enough, so you two can talk."

Although he would never openly confess to it, Dean knew the nurse was right. Her motherly embrace had taken the last bit of apprehension away from him and all he really wanted now was to sleep. Suddenly it felt like an effort to even use the bathroom. Still, he pulled himself together in typical Winchester fashion, "I'll take a quick shower before I go to bed."

Watching him shuffle out of the room anything but quick, put a big grin on Bobby's face, "Boy always has to have the last word, matter of fact, they both do, stubborn Winchesters."

The nurse couldn't hold back a laugh. After throwing a quick glance in Sam's direction to make sure she didn't wake him, she said, "That might be, but I have the feeling their stubbornness is nothing compared to yours."

"Guess you got me there." The hunter confessed, "But I have to be, if I want to put up with those two."

"Sure, just tell yourself that, Uncle Bobby!" She laughed again, as she walked into the hallway.

Following her, Bobby grumbled something beneath his breath that sort of sounded like "Darn women, always have to be right!"

TBC

So what you think? Sam is back and Bobby is back to grumbling and Dean is still awesome. Let me know if you liked it. Hugs, Vonnie