A/N: I know the last chapter was hard to read and it was just as hard to write. I toiled and rewrote that chapter numerous times trying to get it right, or as right as I could make it. There's going to be some hills and valleys ahead for the brothers, so be prepared. Thanks for the reviews, keep them coming, it encourages me to post faster. NC

Chapter 38

Sam sat in the conference room fuming trying to work out an escape plan. He couldn't believe he was taken away from his brother when he had just found him. His rage was getting the best of him and he wanted to hit something or someone. He had never felt anger like this before and he was finding a hard time trying to deal with these new found feelings.

"Trevor!" Emily cried as she and her husband hurried into the room. She went to Sam to try and hug him but he jerked away from her and moved to the other side of the room. "What happened to you?" she cried seeing his broken arm.

"My name is Sam." he said madly, stressing his name. "I fell, it's not your concern, my brother took care of me."

"Don't talk to your mother like that." Joshua told him sternly seeing a rage in his eyes that he had never seen before.

"My mother is dead and so is my father." Sam stated boldly. "The only family I have is my brother and now you've taken him from me. How could you do that? Do you know how cruel that is?"

"Trevor you're just distraught, we'll get you home and settled down, you'll see everything will be ok." Emily told him starting to lay a hand on his shoulder.

"You don't understand what you did." he stated stepping away the hand and her touch. "My brother needs me, he's been looking for me for years and now you just jerked me away from him again. Hasn't he been through enough in his life? I'm not a kid, I should have a say so with my life."

"Please Trevor, your brother misses you." Josh said softly. "Let's go home, you're still our son."

"My name is Sam, don't call me that ever again." he demanded and turned to walk toward the door. A plan was already developing in his mind and if he had to go back with them, so be it, but it wouldn't be for long. He was coming back to his brother and no one was going to stop him, no one.

Joshua and Emily followed close behind him a loss at what to do or say to their son. Even if he was adopted, he was still their son; they only hoped he would understand why they had to do this. He was a minor and still under their guardianship and they loved him. He was too young to be making adult decisions like he was trying to do. They still saw him as a young teenager and thought he had the mindset of one, but they were so wrong. They were going to find out just how resourceful he could be.

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The emergency room doors slid open and the paramedics rushed the gurney into the hospital.

"What've we got?" a doctor asked as she looked down at Dean's bloody, wet body.

"Sixteen year old male, metal impaled in stomach, signs of hyperthermia, BP barely readable, pulse faint and respiration shallow, started IV with ringers. We lost him on the ride in, but got him back, he's in sinus rhythm now, but I don't know for how long."

"Let's get warm blankets and warm IV solution to try to get his core temp up." he ordered pulling the wades of gauze back enough to see the wound and knife like piece of metal prodding from it. "Draw blood for type and cross match, full panel and I need a portable ultrasound machine in here. Get another line started on him. We need to check for internal bleeding and if the metal did any other damage and notify the OR we need an operating room now." she ordered stepping back from the bed so the nurses could do their job.

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Bobby ran into the emergency room and looked around for Dean. He finally saw him over toward the middle of the row of curtained off rooms and headed that way stopping just outside the cubicle so he wouldn't be in the way.

"Are you family?" the doctor asked.

"Yeah, he's my son." Bobby told him figuring a white lie wouldn't hurt him.

"What's his name?"

"Dean and I'm Bobby Singer." he told the doctor.

"Well Mr. Singer, your son is actually lucky. Being out in the elements may have saved his life. His body temperature was so low, it slowed down his bodily functions enough that it started shutting down. This helped slow down the blood loss and shock to his body. We're going to start warming him up and get him into surgery to remove the metal shard. We'll keep you informed." he said before heading off.

"Sir, if you can fill these forms out for me." a nurse asked gently guiding him to a waiting area and a chair. "I'll let you know when he goes to surgery and show you were you can wait." she continue seeing the look of shock on Bobby's face and noticing the damp clothes he had on. "How 'bout I get you a cup of coffee?"

"Yes, thank you." Bobby finally got out as he accepted the clipboard and stared at the pages that he was to fill out. He was still looking at them when the nurse came back with a cup of hot coffee which he gratefully accepted wrapping his cold shaking hand around it. Bobby took a tentative sip trying not to slosh it out of the cup. His head jerked toward the cubicle when Dean was wheeled out and moved quickly down the hall.

"Sir, your son's being taken to surgery, we need you to sign these consent forms so we can operate." the kind nurse explained holding out the forms.

"Alright." he said scribbling his name where she pointed before going back to the other forms. Hell he didn't even know his date of birth; he at least knew his name but used Singer as a last name for now. There were so many personal questions about health and allergies and illnesses, it was like filling it out for a stranger. When Dean recovered, he was going to get some basic information in case an emergency happened again and he needed the info.

"Sir, the doctor wants to know if your son has had a tetanus shot."

"No, he hasn't." Bobby answered feeling pretty sure he got that right anyway. He worked on the forms as he drank the coffee letting it warm his body as he shivered slightly in his damp clothes. He quickly went down the list of illnesses checking no to all and hoping for the best. Once he answered as best he could, Bobby got up and took the forms back to the nurse's station.

"Mr. Singer." the nurse spoke to him after glancing at the forms. "If you'll come with me, I'll take you to the surgery waiting room."

"Thanks." he replied following her down the hall Dean had been taken and they waited at the elevator to go up to the fourth floor.

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Sam jumped out of the car and headed for the front door of the house he lived in. He couldn't think of it as his home anymore now that he knew who he really was. Once inside, he headed for his bedroom and closed the door to his adopted parents. He was lucky Bobby had packed his laptop and the police had taken that along with his bag. Sam set it back up and began to type and search for the information he needed. He quickly began to scribble on a legal pad concentrating on finding everything that would be helpful to him. He pulled up the courthouse hours and glanced at his watch to see it was too late today to go there, but he planned on being there when it opened in the morning.

A soft knock broke his train of thought for a moment, before he went back to writing ignoring it.

"Trevor, I fixed something to eat dear." Emily told him sticking her head in the door.

Sam didn't look up from his writing nor did he acknowledge her present.

"Trevor?" she asked not getting any response from him. She finally spoke to him again, "Sam." she asked.

Sam stopped for a moment and looked up at her, all emotions void on his face, but didn't say anything.

"I've got some food ready."

"I'm not hungry." he stated flatly and turned back to the screen.

"I'll make you a plate in case you get hungry." she said sadly quietly closing the door back. His rejection was breaking her heart and she didn't know what to do. Josh and she loved him like their very own, but at the moment they were the enemy who took him from his brother. She hoped he would calm down over the next few days and he would talk to them.

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Sam didn't acknowledge her reply, instead kept typing and writing being sure he knew all the details and what he would need to take to the courthouse with him. He printed out a number of forms that he would need to fill out and scanned several more onto his laptop. It was hard for him to hate Josh and Emily, they did give him a good life, but he was extremely mad at them because what they did was unforgivable to him. He planned on calling them and explaining everything, today actually, but they had not accepted what his email said. They had contacted the police who traced his email to Bobby's. If he hadn't been so out of it, he would of covered his tracks better. Sam vowed to never make that mistake again. He sat back and looked over at his pack just now remembering the file he had found at the abandoned orphanage and got up to find it and check it out. He rummaged through his pack confused when he didn't find it. He dumped everything out of the pack and sat back on the bed thinking back on the past week wondering what could of happened to it. The only explanation he could think of was either Dean or Bobby took it. It didn't matter that much for now since he found his brother without it.

He still had some time before bed, so Sam went online and starting doing research on spirits, ghost and supernatural. He began to read all kinds of articles on the subjects, wondering what was true and what wasn't. He continued to read and research until it was bedtime. There were a hundred questions rolling through his head that he wanted to ask Dean, when they were united again. He shut his laptop down and got ready for bed.

After he crawled into bed, Sam tried to reach out to find Dean, but couldn't find the connection to him. He kept at it for nearly twenty minutes before sighing and giving up. Sam wasn't happy about his, but he knew Dean could put up a strong barrier if needed, one he could get through. He knew Dean was going to be livid about him being taken and he wanted to assure him things were going to be ok. Maybe he'd try calling Bobby after he got back from the courthouse and talk to him to assure his brother he was working on a solution.

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"Mr. Singer." a doctor asked from the door of the waiting room.

"Yes?" he asked standing up and stepping toward him.

"If you'll come with me, we'll talk in one of the conference rooms." she said leading them a few doors down and into a small room.

Bobby took a seat and waited for the doctor to tell him how Dean was doing. The doctor sat across from him and settled into the chair letting out a small breath before beginning to speak.

"Mr. Singer your son came through the surgery, but is still in critical condition. Once we started warming up his body and removed the shard, he started to bleed profusely. We got that under control and repaired the damage it caused. The angle of the stab nicked his liver and just missed his spinal cord. If it had been a centimeter to the right, he probably wouldn't walk again. He's not regained consciousness yet, but that may be from the hyperthermia and shock his body sustained. We also need to watch for pneumonia, he's got a slight rattle in his lungs now; we need to keep a check on that and hope it doesn't get worse. I've put him on O2 to help with his breathing. There's always a chance of infection and we don't know if there are any side effects from the cold until he wakes up. I have to tell you sir, his heart stopped twice on us, once in the ambulance and once on the operating table. Right now he's holding his own but it is going to be touch and go. The next twenty-four hours are going to be very critical Mr. Singer, you need to prepare yourself." she said softly knowing how hard it was for a parent to lose a child.

"Thanks Doc." he said the only words he centered on were Dean was alive. "Can I see him?"

"He'll be moved to a room into the ICU, I'll have a nurse come get you." she said getting up and shaking his hand. "I'll leave word that you are allowed to stay with him." she told Bobby. The only time she allowed family to be in the ICU was when she wasn't sure the patient would make it. And at the moment, she was uncertain if Dean would make it.

"I appreciate all you've done for him." he replied following the doctor back out and to the waiting area.

"I just hope it's enough sir." she told him shaking his hand before leaving.

Bobby slumped back onto a chair and wiped a hand down his face. All he could focus on was that Dean was alive, his boy was still alive. He picked up a magazine and flipped through it trying to calm his racing mind while he waited to be taken back to see him. He looked up every time someone walked by the window hoping it was the nurse coming to get him.

The waiting was to worse part for him. He knew Dean was in good hands, but he wanted to see his boy first hand to see for himself he was ok. He looked down at his hands seeing traces of Dean's blood still on them. He got up and headed for the restroom to scrub them clean. Bobby was worried about Dean's mental state of mind and if he could pull him back from the darkness into the light. He knew the only reason Dean would do something like that was he had given up all hope of being with Sam. He hadn't actually told any one that Dean had done that to himself for fear of him being locked up and not allowed any family contact. The story was he fell onto one of the wrecks and was stabbed with the metal shard while looking for a part for a car. Sounded reasonable to him and he hoped no one would questioned it. He hurried back to the waiting room in hopes the nurse would come and get him soon so he could see his boy.