IN THIS CHAPTER SAM WILL HAVE A NIGHTMARE OF WHAT HE WENT THOUGH WITH BRIAN, WON'T BE GRAPHIC WILL TOUCH ON SOME OF THE ABUSE HE WENT THOUGH.

Being pulled from his warm sleep Dean listen carefully as to why, hearing soft footsteps his hunters instinct click in. Wrapping his arm tighter around his brother he ready himself for the attack, if there was one wrong move that person would feel his wrath. Keeping his eyes close he wanted the intruder to think he was still asleep, hearing movement on Sam's side of the bed his big brother alarms went off. Not caring if he scares the person he quickly grabbed the arm hard to keeping it at bay, opening his eyes he saw that it was Jackson coming in to check up on Sammy. Releasing his grip he looked around the room for his brother, seeing no one else he turned his attention to his friend he needed some answers.

Jackson slowly walked into the room as quietly as he could without disturbing the brothers, Jefferson has told him to tread lightly when Dean is asleep when Sam is hurt. Letting him know don't make any fast movements as you walk in, even in sleep the older brother protective instincts are still on high alert. Any fast reaction will set Dean off into fight mode in a drop of a hat, he will hit first asked questions later if he don't knock you out. As he made his way around the bed to Sam's side he saw Dean's eyes close, he knew that the man wasn't asleep by his breathing pattern. He learned to be aware of a older brother sleep patterns, when they are fully under, or when they pretend to be sleeping. He has seen it many times with his older brother Jefferson through the years, so he knows what to look for in breathing patterns. Stepping up to the bed he waited patiently for Dean to make the first move, as if on cue the older man grab his arm in a hard grip before opening his eyes. He stood there until Dean let him go after checking the room over, seeing the look he gave him he knew what he was going too ask. He waited until Dean was comfortable sitting close to Sam as possible without waking him up, seeing the glare coming from him he knew he wanted answers now.

"Jackson, why was the tube move? When did this happen, and why wasn't I informed?"

"Dean, when Brian attacked Sam he pulled the old tube out-not all the way he pulled three inches of it out, I saw the blood on the sheet while we check him over that is when I saw how far the tube was out. Jefferson took Sam to X-rays to see what the damage was on his lung, he found a tear that was cause when the tube scrapped on the tissue."

"He waited until I was awake before-" Jackson stop when he saw the look in Dean's eyes, he could have kick himself right there.

"Whoa! Wait, what do you mean when you were awake?"

"When you notice the busted lip and heard your dad's voice you rushed to attack him, after you collapse Jim and Bobby took you to your room. Jeff and I stayed with John, Caleb, Josh, Joe and his cousins, your dad being the jackass he is started another fight with Jefferson and myself. He got angry with us for keeping him at bay; he swung his fist into the side of my head knocking me out cold. When I woke up Jefferson was sitting next to my bed looking worried, I was out for an hour he had me hook up to fluids. It really scared my brother when your dad hit me that hard it piss him off, I have a feeling he wanted to do some harm to him."

"We both went to check on Sam's X-rays, ultra sound and anal prints to see how things are, we saw the tear on his lung tissue from the tube when it was pulled. We both decided it was the best thing to remove the old tube put a new one in, we weren't sure if there was any tissue from the lung in the old one. We didn't want to take the chance with Sam lungs already having the infection they have, so we took him to surgery to replace with a new one."

"Wish I could have stop Brian before he done more harm to my brother, he was just to strong with his hatred he has for Sammy. I'm glad that bastard is where he belongs rotting in hell getting all the pain he deserves, if I could go there I will be giving him a whole lot of pain he gave Sam."

"Jackson, will this set Sam back on his recovery now, don't lie to me please."

"Dean, I wish I could say no but I would be lying about it that is something I can't do, this could set Sam back on his recovery with the tear on his lung. There a chance that more fluids will build up causing his lung to collapse, or-it will not cause any more fluids to build up we'll have to wait and see."

"We will take another set of prints on his lungs in a couple of days to see how it goes, will be listening closely to his breathing, checking his lungs twice a day. We will be keeping a close eye on him Dean if we hear one wrong thing we'll take him to X-rays, I know you don't like the answers it's all I can give you right now."

"I know Jackson, it's just that Sammy has been having one set back after another, I'm wondering when it will be to much for him that he won't fight back. That scares me the most is that Sammy might think it's not worth the fight, I know he's been thinking about it he hasn't said it I just know. Ever since mom was here and Sam wanted her to stay with him, before she left I could see that Sammy wanted to go with her. When he woke up this morning I could feel he was trying to rein in his emotions, he was fighting the battle that he wish he lost. I can't live without my little brother Jackson I can't do it, leave it to Sam for me to have a chick flick moment with you."

Dean gave a wet chuckle about what he said about Sam giving up, and for Jackson listening without getting a lecture from the man. Before anyone said something else Dean felt movement on the bed, looking down he could see that Sam was coming round from his sedative. Getting himself into place to help his brother if he's needed, watching carefully for any signs of pain or a coughing attack he ready himself. Hearing a moan then seeing Sam scrunch up his face he knew that sign all to well, his little brother was in a lot of pain from surgery and coughing. Seeing blurry blue green eyes looking at him he smile softly to his little brother, rubbing his chest in a comforting way seem to help him until the first cough came. The cough was hard and deep that shot pain through the young boys chest, scrunching his face up in pain he tried to breath through it. Which cause another cough to come that was just as hard and deep, feeling a tickle in his throat Sam knew what was going to happen. Grabbing Dean's shirt to sit up he felt a warm hand on his back and one hand on his chest, he really didn't want another coughing attack to happen. As usually he always lost in the battle of anything that would happen, when the third one happen he couldn't stop the others that follow. The coughs hurt his chest that it took his breath away, on everyone one he did couldn't catch a breath. Leaning as far forward as Dean allowed him to, with Jackson hitting his back, his lungs felt like they were on fire. He had a hard time breathing even with the oxygen mask covering his mouth and nose, in between his coughing he tried to call for his brother only to have whimpers come out. Grabbing for his brother he needed something to keep him grounded, if he didn't knowing that a panic attack would happen that was one thing he didn't want to happen.

Feeling the hand hitting his back hard still scared him to have someone else holding him, he couldn't get the image of Brian out of his mind when the hand hit his back. Knowing that Dean was there is what kept Sam grounded, knowing that he won't like anything bad happen to him. As the coughing continued he felt mucus coming up his throat that made him gag, this part he really hated the most when he would gag on the mucus. When he starts to gag it makes him feel sick to his stomach, his throat burns like hell, and his lungs feel like they are on fire. Feeling the mask being remove and tissue covering his mouth, one hard cough brought up a big glob of gunk followed by three others. By the time he was done Sam was exhausted with a sore chest and throat, when he swallow his throat felt like Death Valley dry and bare. Leaning heavily into Dean he tried to ask him for some ice to sooth his throat, what came out were a squeak and a whimper instead of the word he wanted. As he leaned against his brother's chest his stomach started to gurgle, knowing what was about to happen he whisper to his brother. Hoping he got the message as his stomach started to knot up in pain, he tried to breath to calm himself down he couldn't catch his breath. All the coughing he did took what air he had in his lungs out, now he couldn't even breathe when he felt the stomach acids coming up his throat. See a trashcan in front of him his message came out loud and clear, with ever heave he took hurt his tummy, the acid fluids burn his already burning throat. When he was done Sam went limp in his brother's arms he didn't have the strength to sit up on his own, feeling the mask covering his mouth and nose is when he could breathe better. Taking as deep breaths as possible he tried to get his breathing back to normal, listening to his brother voice and the comfort of his hands help sooth Sam down.

After his coughing attack and throwing up Sam didn't have any strength left in him, leaning heavily into his brother's chest the young boy whimpered in pain. His chest felt heavy from the infection and all the coughing he's been doing, his throat was so raw it hurt to swallow or talk for him to get some ice. He glance over at the cup with the ice chips and spoon waiting for him, he so wanted to reach over to grab the object to cool his throat. The only problem he was to weak and exhausted to do so by himself, feeling useless he sag further into his brother's body wishing he wasn't so weak. Dean must heard his thoughts since the cup he wanted so bad appeared in his vision, feeling the mask coming off he open his mouth once when the spoon came into view. Once when the ice melted on his tongue the coolness of it soothed his burning throat, he sigh in relief to have the burning fire go out as the ice did it's work. Opening for another spoon full he let it linger on his tongue before swallowing it down, even with the burning gone his throat was still sore from the abuse. Feeling himself being lowered in bed he shot his eyes open to look for Dean, seeing his brother was still there he calm down as Dean got him comfortable. Once again he open his mouth for another spoon of ice that his brother gave him, closing his eyes as he enjoyed the coolness to his dry sore throat. As he open his eyes he saw that Dean was putting the ice back on the table, looking over at him he gave him the puppy eye, seeing him shake his head no he pouted at him with the puppy eyes. Seeing that it wasn't working for what he wanted he rolled his eyes, it only got him a chuckle from his brother who was shaking his head.

Hearing movement to his left he grabbed his brother's shirt in a death grip, panic over came him thinking it was John or Brian who was there. In his muddle mind he couldn't get the image out of his mind of Brian and his dad, every movement he hear or saw he couldn't help when panic set in. What Brian said to him or what his dad did kept coming into focus, being that vulnerable as he laid helpless on the floor while being violated by the man. He couldn't stop himself when fear ran through his body thinking it's going to happen again, the only person who kept him grounded in the here and now was Dean. Feeling his heartbeat, the warmth of his body or the comforting hands brings him back to safety, then he knows were he is at the clinic with his brother, Jackson and Jefferson. He knew what his dad would say to him when he's like this, 'suck it up like a man stop being a baby you are an adult now'. He shivered thinking what his dad would be thinking about him right now, seeing him so weak, useless, pathetic not good enough to be his son. Thinking about all those words he felt tears watering up in his eyes, trying to blink them away he felt them sliding down his cheeks. Feeling ashamed of himself for being stupid for crying like a baby, he expected Dean to leave his sorry ass behind. Instead he felt a thumbs wiping the wetness away from both sides of his face, trying to get his emotions under control he failed big time. Feeling himself being lifted back up again with two arms circling around him, he was pulled close to his brother's chest held there firmly by strong arms. Not wanting to leave the comfort of the embrace Sam melted into his brother, letting all the resentment come out of him through his tears. Only when Dean felt he had calm down enough is when he let him go, he knew his brother needed the love he gave him he won't denied him that. Keeping his younger brother in his embrace just a little longer, knowing it what Sammy needed right now was the safety of his brother presents. When he heard Sam's breathing even out and his grip on him loosen from his shirt, he lowered him gently to the bed being careful not to disturb his sleeping brother. Pulling the blanket up to his chest he carded his hand through his hair in a gently motion, hearing that cute sigh he always does since he was little Dean knew Sam was out. Glancing over he saw Jackson and Jefferson standing off to the side, he smile at them for giving him the space he needed with Sam. Laying down himself he moved as close as he could to Sam's side without waking him, laying his arm across his chest he settle himself to keep a watch on his little brother.

After Sam coughing attack and throwing up Jackson and Jefferson step off to one side, letting Dean take the role he's good at being the caring big brother. They both felt bad for Sam who was trying to get his emotion under control, hearing him cry broke their hearts bringing tears to their own eyes. As Jackson tried to keep his emotions at bay from the scene before him, he felt a warm caring hand on his shoulder to give him support. When Dean laid down next to his brother is when Jeff went to check up on them, he was worried about Sam breathing for him it was still to fast for his liking. Giving him a mild sedative he waited for it to do its work, once when his breathing calm down some more he was satisfied. As he steps away from the bed he heard Dean mumble something in his sleep, glancing over his shoulder a soft smile cross his face. Sam wrapped his hands around Dean's arm like he's his security blanket, shaking his head he followed his brother out of the room to let the brothers sleep.

Walking down the hall Jackson check on the other patients he had there, handing the nurses the clip boards he headed back to his office. Closing the door he walked up to his desk to sit down on the chair, glancing over at his brother he could tell that something was bothering him. Knowing his posture he kind of knew what he could be, moving the chair over he reach out to him to get his attention.

"Hey, what's the matter Jeff?"

"Jack seeing you getting choke up like that it bothered me seeing it, this is the first time I saw you get this emotional. As a big brother I want to protect you from all kinds of harm and emotions, seeing you like that made a knot in my stomach that hurt. I know that I can't protect you from all things emotional, pain or fear, but I can always be here for you giving you the comfort you need."

Jackson felt his breath leave him when his brother called him Jack, he only does that when he's in big brother protective mode. Seeing him now being this upset over the tears he shed for Sam gave him a warm feeling, knowing no matter how old he is Jeff will always be there to protect him.

"Jeff I felt a connection with Sam when I saw him crying in Dean's chest, with him being a little brother I know what it feels like having a big brother being there. Seeing him being that helpless and useless it brought back a memory, I'm not saying that Sam is either of those cause he's not. I just know those feeling since I've been through those with our dad, I know how Sam feels being so weak that he thinks Dean will leave him for it. I have been there brother many times with you and dad when we were that age, I never felt good enough for either of you specially dad who thought I was no good."

"Jack I don't ever what to hear that coming from you again, you where always good at what you wanted in life. Even if those things are not what dad wanted you to have or do, I never made you feel that way even when dad would say I did. I have always stood up for you brother even took some abuse from the man, no matter what he did to me he could never change my mind on how I felt."

"Jeff, I never knew that dad hit you cause of me, why did you keep that to yourself?"

"I didn't want you to see how much of an asshole that man could be when he's angry, I always saw good things when I look at you. I knew that one day you will be important to people, helping them, and boy was I right look at you now a good doctor who cares about his patients."

"I saw all the good things you did when I was growing up helping strangers, family, friends, I always said I wanted to be just like my big brother. When you went to college to become a doctor I knew what I wanted to do, even if dad wanted me to stay home working at the shop he owned it wasn't me. After I graduated High School we got into an argument about my future plans, he wanted me to stay home help him run his business. I told him no I'm going to college to become a doctor like my big brother Jeff, boy was he mad smacking me in the face telling me if I leave not to come back. The only time I went back was for his funeral to pay my respects, I had my own life to live just like you did so in a way I follow your foot steps."

"You know Jack our lives are just like Dean and Sam's lives you know that, both having an abusive father in one way or another. Ours was physical while John is verbal to his sons I have never seen him hit those boys, yes he had to discipline them from time to time by a swat on the butt. As for hitting them I have never seen him do that, it doesn't mean that he hasn't hit them which I think he could have."

"From what I have seen and felt from John I can say that he probably hit them, not for being abusive more for being respected as a father. I have seen first hand how controlling John can be when his mind is set, and how Sam reacts when he heard his voice or name he acts like he's been abuse."

"When it comes to John it's more of the verbal abuse he does with his boys, I have seen it first hand on a hunt we did together. Especially with Sam who was only ten years old just barely a man, John was really rough on him I had to step in a few times to get him to back off. All the words he says to Sam when he's angry be little the boy, making him think he's no good as a son, hunter or a brother."

"I'm not trying to paint John as a abusive father who don't care for his boys, he loves those two with his heart and soul he just has a hard time showing it. He's still beating himself up from his wife death when Sam was a baby, but that vengeance is going to cost him his sons love and respect."

"We know that one Jeff from our father I lost his respect before I left for college, after he died we seem to gone our own way for awhile. Thought that you hated me for being such pain to dad all the time, that you wanted to get away from me cause I was a failure." Holding his hand up to his brother so he could finish. "I now know it was because of dad is the real reason why you left, it had nothing to do with me why you ran to college. I'm the person who I am today cause of you big brother, I wanted you to be proud of me which you are."

"I was always proud of you little brother more so when you walked across the stage, to get your Doctor degree I couldn't hold in my excitement. Boy glad Dean and Sam weren't here to see this chick flick moment between us."

Both brothers looked at each other and laughed knowing that Dean and Sam would get a kick out of it, seeing that it was lunch time Jeff went to get some food for them. While he was gone Jackson went to check up on the Winchester Brothers, walking in he went to Sam side of the bed first to see how he's doing. Checking the readings for his blood pressure, pulse and heart rate he like what he saw, they numbers has slightly approve from the first day he arrived here four days ago. As for his breathing he knew that will take a while to improve, the coughing is helping to clear the mucus out of his lungs which is a good thing. He hates to hear the whimpers every time he coughs so hard to bring up the gunk, knowing how much it has to hurt his patient when he can't breath or when his lungs are burning. Quietly he walked out of the room back to his office to have some lunch with his brother.

Later in the day while both brother's were talking in Jackson's office, they heard Sam coughing both running to the room to help. Arriving in the room they saw Dean sitting next to his brother who was leaning forward, Jackson got in his regular place helping his patient by hitting his back. After the coughing was over it always left Sam weak and sore, waiting for the ice to cool his dry sore throat that Dean gave him. Through out the day both Doctors were in Sam's room four times when he had his coughing attacks, each one his patient was left exhausted, sore, whimpering in pain. He wish there was something else he could do for him to help with the coughs, with the medicine he's on is doing it's magic to help with the infection. The last time they were there Dean had a cup of juice and jello for a snack, Jackson saw Sam eying them as if he wanted them instead of the ice chips. He decided if Sam could keep it down he could have some, just a few spoons first to see how he does didn't want him sick.

Letting Dean know his plan about the jello the older brother agreed, he saw Sammy eying him eating the red color food.

After Jackson left Dean got on the phone with Bobby asking him to bring some things he needed, asking him to bring his jacket, the cub, apple sauce and juice for Sammy. Getting off the phone he glance over at his younger sibling who was moving around, he could tell that Sam was having a night terror by his movements. Leaning close to his ear he whisper to his brother letting him know it's okay, it seem to help just the slightest he knew what would work to calm his sibling. Carding his hand in his hair in a soothing motion rubbing small circles on his chest, he lean in again to whisper in his ear some calming words.

"Sh Sammy it's okay kiddo he's not here to hurt you anymore, that's it kiddo listen to my words, hey Sam it's going to be okay calm down he's not here. That's it Sammy your doing good buddy I'm right here next to you, won't let anything happen while I'm around."

Only when his breathing even out is when Dean stop his soothing motions and words, slowly he laid down in the bed next to his brother. He'll keep a close eye on him to keep the night terrors at bay, he knew that they would come he'll be ready for them.

Nightmare begins here.

~~~SPN~~~

As Sam woke slowly from his sleep he tried to clear the thick fog from his mind, as the fog cleared he knew something was wrong just didn't know what it was. He felt a shiver go through his body that cause a sharp pain go through him, breathing through the pain he tried to move to help relieve some of it. When his arms and legs wouldn't move the way he wanted them to, he slowly open his eyes to see why they wouldn't. Blinking to clear the blurriness he looked around the room he was in, he could see it wasn't the hotel room he was in. Glancing around he saw someone sitting in the chair next to him, blinking a few more times his vision clear to see his dad next to him. His head was drop to his chest with his arms tied to the chair as was his legs, confusion set in as to why his father was tied up with him laying on the floor. Looking past his dad he notice they were in some type of building with wide spaces, looking around some more he could tell they were in a warehouse but why were they here.

Hearing movement to his right he felt fear go through him as he now realize who was there, everything came flooding back to him in a blur as to what has happen to him. Seeing a face above him his heart stop in his chest from fear, he forgot how to breath in that second when he saw that satanic smile and eyes looking at him. Watching as the man kneel down next to him he glance over to his dad, who was now just coming around from his sleep as he lifted his head. Seeing the anger burned in the older man eyes as he glared at Brian, Sam tried to call for his dad it only came out as a squeak. His throat hurt like hell from the screaming, his mouth was dried from lack of moisture, making it hard for him to talk. Licking his lips he felt how dry they were from not having anything to drink in days, seeing a glass of water in his eye sight he looked at it leerily. He wanted the water so bad it made his dry mouth almost water by looking at it, he wasn't sure if Brian put something in it that would make him sleep or get sick. Hearing an annoying sigh he felt a strong hand on his jaw turning his head roughly, he tried to close his mouth but the hand kept it open to let the cool liquid in. He wanted to spit the water out even though it felt good in his mouth, the man shut his mouth pinching his nose to make him shallow. The liquid felt good going down his hot dry sore throat taking the fire out, when the hands left his mouth he lick his lips again. Looking back over at his dad he cleared his throat the best he could, this time he got a few words out even if they were whispers.

"D'd peas h'p me."

Sam felt ashamed to beg to his dad for help making him look weak and useless to him.

"Awe Sammy begging to daddy how sweet, to bad he won't help you he sat there the whole time. He let me do this to you not once telling me to stop, he enjoyed all the abuse I gave you told me to do some more. Right Johnny?"

"Fuck you Brian, I yelled at you to stop hurting my boy you just kept on going, no matter how many times I told you to stop."

"That's a lie Sam, I will show that he won't do a thing if I do this to you."

Sam's whole body tense when he felt Brian's hand's slid down his body, stopping at his groan area which he rubbed before grabbing the tool. Looking at his father with pure fear in his eyes only to see angry eyes looking at him,before he could even think why he felt a sharp pain going inside of him. He couldn't hold back the screams that ripped through his throat, in between the screams he could hear his dad yelling at Brian to stop. At one point through the screams of pain he heard his dad yell at him, as fast as the pain started it stop leaving him panting through it.

Laying there trying to catch his breath from the abuse his body took, he look over at his dad with pain fill eyes begging for help. He could see tears running down his dad's cheeks from his dark watery eyes, there was a mixture of sadness, hate, anger he saw in the man's eyes not love. Trying to catch his breath so he could plea to his dad for help, in the back on his mind he wonder why he wasn't helping him.

"D'd peas, h'ts no more."

"Sammy I can't help you son I'm sorry-Brian don't you dare put those clamps on my son."

Sam's eyes widen when he heard the word clamps glancing over he saw Brian holding them, giving him a evil smirk he lower them out of Sam's eye sight. Shooting his eyes back as his dad who was struggling at his binds, he pleaded to his dad to stop him flinching when he felt them pinch his testicles.

Panic, fear and horror gave Sam the voice he needed to beg to his dad.

"Dad please don't let him, please dad help me-Dad please it hurts help me-"

The pain he felt when Brian hook the other clamps to the battery sending the volts through him, was like any kind of pain he never felt before. It was white hot pain that burn from the inside out as the volts went through him, he could feel his whole body shaking from the heat that ran through him. As quick as it started it ended with him laying lifeless on the floor, his whole body feeling like it's on fire he felt sweat dripping from his forehead. Every move he made hurt like hell felt like a million of needles poking him, turning his head he glance at his dad before he turned away from the man. Feeling a hands roaming his body he laid there couldn't stop it from happening, when he could move just a little another bolt of voltage went through him. After it was over he felt hot like he was on fire leaving him with no energy, feeling hands on him again he felt a sob coming from his chest. He begged and pleaded the man to stop the best he could, the hands kept grabbing at him as he heard a voice talking to him.

Ends here.

Being jolted from his light doze Dean kick himself for not being there for Sammy, he should have stayed awake knowing that he would have a night terror. Seeing his brother thrashing in bed, crying, yelling for help broke Dean's heart, knowing that it's going to be hard to get Sam out of his dreams. Carefully he reach out to his brother keeping an good eye on his fists, he didn't want to get hit if Sam's fight instincts kick in. Placing one hand on his chest and the other on his shoulder he gently took hold of the young man, once when he did his little brother went into full fledge panic mode. From experience Dean knew what to do when Sam gets in this kind of mind set, that don't mean he like seeing his brother in this kind of state. Trying to hold him down so he won't hurt himself was difficult from where Dean was sitting; he had to get himself in the right position so he can get a good hold on him. With that said it means that he would have to let go of his brother to do so, in the case he's in he didn't want to do that in fear of Sam hurting himself. First thing he had to start to talk to Sam in soothing voice which is hard with the lump in his throat, the second thing he needed to do is shake his brother to get him awake. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves so he can talk to his younger sibling, before he could get a word out Sam started to scream crying for Brian to stop. When he heard the name anger burned through him like a raging forest fire, knowing he had to put that anger to one side he had to get through to Sammy. As he started to talk to his brother his words got stuck in his throat, hearing the pleas, cries, screams coming from Sam broke him. Moving closer so he's almost laying on top of him he started to shake his shoulders, as he did he talk in a soothing voice that he could mustard.

"Sammy, you got to wake up kiddo, Brian's not here little brother, please Sammy snap out of it." What Dean heard next put a knot is in his stomach.

"Please stop, dad please make him stop,plea-"

Next thing Dean heard was a sharp loud scream coming from his little brother, it surprise him for a second since Sam could hardly talk. He figures with Sam being so lost in his night terror he thinks it's really real, shaking him harder he started to yell at Sam as loud as he could.

"SAMMY! YOU GOT TO WAKE UP, PLEASE WAKE UP IT'S A DREAM IT'S NOT REAL."

"Come on Sammy please wake up it's me Dean it's not Brian, Sammy please come on kiddo wake up."

When Sam started to thrash harder against Dean's hold he now wish he didn't yell at him, he might be thinking it's Brain yelling at him or their dad. Feeling a hit to the ribs he knew Sam was fighting against him to get away, he didn't want to let go of his shoulders in fear of him falling off the bed. After another hit he curse at himself from the pain that shot through his chest, seeing a fist coming for his head he didn't have time to react. The only thing that save him was Jefferson grabbing Sam's arms before he hit his brother, sighing in relief he gave his friend a grateful look for being there. With both men they held Sam down on the bed, the whole time he struggle to get out of their grip for freedom. Jefferson could see that Dean wasn't getting any where with his younger brother, he knew what has to be done to get through to Sam. Knowing Dean it would hurt him to do what he's about to do, looking over at the older brother he gave him a pointed look with a nod of the head.

Dean knew what Jefferson was about to do he just couldn't do it himself, this would be the only time Jefferson would hit his brother with his okay. Taking a deep breath to control his anger for what is about to happen, he turned his head away from his friend but not to far he had to keep an eye on Sam. Getting himself ready to catch his brother Jeff slap Sam on the cheek, two thing happen 1) the boy eyes flew wide open in panic and 2) Jeff was on the floor rubbing his jaw from Dean's hit. He knew that would happen so he expecting the hit to come, getting off the floor he back away from the bed.

Once when Sam's open his eyes he search for his brother who was right there, he grab onto him in a death grip looking around the room with fear in his eyes. Holding his brother tight in his arms Dean rub his back with small gentle circles, letting him know that it's okay now that he's save with him.

"It's okay Sam just relax it's only me, sh Sammy it was only a dream kiddo. You're safe with me won't let anyone hurt you."

"D'n why-he sat there-not help-why."

Sam couldn't hold back the tears as the images were still in his mind, of what his dad didn't do when Brian abused him. Holding Dean tighter his body shook as the sobs burst from his chest, he could stop the feeling he had in his heart that his dad hated him. Feeling a tickle in his throat he knew what was going to happen, he couldn't stop the tears as the first cough came then another followed by more. Not wanting to leave Dean's embrace Sam buried his face in the older brother's chest, hearing whimpers the older man held his brother tight in his arms. Rubbing his hand in small circles to help calm his younger sibling, seeing that it was having no effect he knew what he had to do. Not wanting to scare his brother into a panic attack knowing it would happen, he took his hand hitting Sam's back to help loosen the mucus to come up. When he heard the gagging he grabbed a tissue from the box, removing the mask from his face, placing it over his mouth he waited until he felt moisture. Handing the one to Jackson who gave him three more as his patient cough up the gunk, after he was sure it was over is when he place the oxygen mask over his mouth and nose.

Holding his brother close he talked to him in a calm low voice as he rubbed his back, feeling the young man relax in his embrace he knew it won't be long until he fell asleep. Seeing that Jackson wanted to give Sam a sedative so he could check him over, as he place his hand on Sam's arm it sent him into a panic attack. The doctor wasn't expecting the sudden out burst from the young man in front of him, backing away he didn't know what to do looking over at Jefferson with concern eyes. Hearing Sam begging for Dean broke his heart into pieces, stepping away he kept his distance until his brother took action to help.

"D'n please, d'nt let him h'rt me..pl'se D'n no m're h'rt." Sam kept saying over and over again, breaking the older brother's heart.

Jefferson quietly step up to Sam's bed while he was snuggle into Dean's chest, being careful as possible he inserted the needle into the port. Knowing how the younger brother is when he's like this, he learn to give him the drug without touching him. Dean kept a close eye on Jefferson as he gave Sam the sedative to calm him, holding Sam closer to him he got himself ready just in case if Sam panic. Seeing his friend insert the needle into the port without even touching his patient, the older brother was thankful that his friend was here to help. Glancing over at Jackson he felt bad for him who was only trying to help his brother, not seeing Sam panic like he did really scared the Doctor. Focusing back onto his brother who still had him in a death grip, talking to his little brother in a soothing voice he felt him snuggle closer to him. Hearing his breathing even out and his hands loosen their grip he went limp in his arms, motioning Jackson over with his help Dean got himself behind his brother. Leaning back onto the bed with he lower his brother onto his chest, getting him comfortable with the Doctors help so he didn't move the tube or wires. Hearing a sigh along with some moving Dean smile when his brother snuggle into him, wrapping his arms around his Sam's chest he would be there for his little brother. Feeling two hands wrapped around his arm he shook his head with a chuckle, his little brother is going to be very clinging after his night terror. Looking over at his two friends he wince to see the bruise on Jefferson jaw, at the time he did it out of anger now he regrets what he did. Clearing his throat he was going to apologize to his friend.

"Jefferson, I'm sorry for hitting you like I did, it was just reflex when you hit Sammy."

"Dean, don't be sorry I knew that was going to happen when I slap Sam, I was ready for the hit knew it was coming."

"I shouldn't have hit you since I gave you permission to do so, it's just with Sammy being this way I'm just more overly protective."

"Dean, you have always been overly protective of Sam from the first day I knew you two, nothing has change since then if you didn't hit me I would think there's something wrong."

"Guess your right Jefferson, some things haven't changed when it comes to Sammy, I just love this kid so much want to keep him safe from all harm. I know that I can't always be there for him but I could try, this whole thing has taught me a good lesson to keep a better eye on him."

"Well Dean, some times you can't always be there for your brother, I know from experience there are times we have to learn our lessons the hard way."

Before Dean could question on what Jeff has said Jim and Bobby walked into the room, seeing the bag of food made Dean's stomach growled. He so wanted to reach for the bag that's calling his name, he had one problem Sam has his arm he couldn't move it. Seeing Jefferson moving it to the table he groan in delight, he couldn't wait to dig in the aroma made his mouth water. Before he could eat he had to get the coat and cub over to him, motioning to his friend to have him move it closer to Sam's bed. Nodding his thanks Jackson, Jefferson, Jim and Bobby all left the room giving Dean some privacy, returning twenty minutes later with a small fridge for Sammy's apple sauce and juice. Before they left Jackson check Sam over making sure he didn't hurt himself, listening to his heart and lungs he was happy nothing happen. As the started to walked out of the room Dean called out to them, he had to do a nature call he needed help with a certain brother. Getting back into place he thanked Jackson for the help before he settle himself, watching as his friend walked out the door he grabbed the coat laying it over Sam's chest. The cub he place it next to him waiting for his little brother to wake up, Jackson came in later in the day smiling at the coat and cub as he left he whisper to himself.

"Even with those things for security he won't let you go Dean"

~~~SPN~~~

Two hours later Dean felt movement on his chest opening his eyes he looked around the room, he didn't even remember closing his eyes or napping. Hearing a groan he looked at his brother moving his head so he can see his face, he can tell his Sammy was in pain by the line marks on his forehead. Rubbing small circles on his chest for comfort he felt his brother tense, whispering to him in a soft calm voice Sam settle into his chest.

"Hey Sammy, it's me calm down kiddo your safe, that's it little brother it's only me your awesome big brother."

When the fog cleared Sam's mind he felt arms around his chest, panic set in thinking it was Brian holding him down. When he felt the warm hands rubbing his chest softly, a voice talking to him that he knew his whole life he calm down. Knowing if Dean is here he would be safe knowing his brother would protect him, hearing Dean saying 'your awesome big brother' he chuckle then wince in pain. The movement hurt his sore throat and chest he couldn't stop the moan from coming, opening his eyes he looked over to the cup of ice. Still being under the sedative his movements were a little sluggish as he tried to move his arm, looking over at the cup he really wanted the ice that was in it. Focusing on the task of getting the cup he lifted his hand, as he reach towards the table he didn't have enough strength to reach what he wanted. Having his arm fall unto his chest he felt like a failure that he couldn't do one thing, when it hit his chest he felt something warm and soft. Glancing down he saw that his brother's jacket was covering his chest, rubbing his hand over the soft leather he grabbed a fistful of the jacket. His other hand he kept hold of his brother's arm as he snuggle the jacket to his chest, he just couldn't let go of his brother he needed that connection to keep him grounded.

Seeing the cup he wanted being held by his brother's hand he waited for the ice, he open his mouth as the spoon of ice came into view. Sighing as the coolness of the ice soothed his sore throat taking the fire out, waiting for another spoonful he let that one sit in his mouth before he swallowed. Ready for another he pouted to see the cup back on the table, feeling movement behind him he tense as Dean moved. Feeling his brother leaving his spot he grabbed his arm tighter as he panic, he didn't want to be left all by himself in the clinic. Feeling tears weld in his eyes as Dean pry his hand off his arm, grabbing the cub he place it next to Sam so he can hold onto it. As he moved from the bed he felt the hand grabbed his shirt, turning around what he saw broke his heart to see tears in Sammy's eyes. Taking his shirt off he turned to his little brother as he place the material on the bed; he was going to let him know what he's doing.

"Sammy, it's okay I'm not leaving you kiddo, I have to go to the bathroom, the burger, fries and coke are making their appearance. I'm just going to the bathroom right across the room, right over there, when I come back Bobby got you something special."

Moving over to the other bed he lowered his feet to the cold floor, walking across the room he stop in the doorway. Glancing over his shoulder to take a look at his little brother he swallow the lump he had, Sam was in bed with tears running down his checks he felt bad for his younger sibling. Leaving the door open so Sam could see him he did his business, washing his hands walking back to the beds he moved his out of the way. Walking over to the other side of Sam's bed he moved the table with fridge closer, going back around he sat on the edge of the bed reaching over he pulled out some apple sauce. Taking his thumbs he wipe the tears off of Sam's face like nothing had happen, opening the cup he spoon some sauce out to give to his sibling. He smirk to see the look on Sam face when he saw the sauce, reminded him of when of a five-year-old Sammy. After the sauce he grabbed a cup and a straw that Jefferson place on the table, pouring some juice in he hold it for Sam to drink his juice. When he was done Dean place the cup back on the table, seeing the look in his brother's eyes he shake his head no. Seeing the bitch face he just shook his head and smirk, some things will never change with the kid.

"No more, Sammy we don't want you to throw up, Jackson said only a little for now."

"He's stupid."

"Why is he stupid cause he won't let you have more."

"Yeah"

"You've been sick for days now Sammy, who knows the last time you ate anything. We need to take it slow kiddo to let your system get used to solid foods."

"I know."

"I know you know tiger we are only doing the best for you, I don't want you to get sick cause we moved to fast."

Before Sam could answer there was movement at the door that had both brother's looking, a hospital bed rolled into the room with Jackson and Jefferson pushing it. Dean looked at them wondering why they are bringing in another bed, since there was two of them in here already. Feeling Sammy tense next to him he laid a comforting hand on his chest, he position himself between the two men and his brother. Which in turned calm his younger sibling down somewhat as not to have a panic attack.

"Dean, we have some beds that are bigger then these two, thought this would be better for you and Sam to lay on."

"That would be great since Sammy here like to sweat a lot, look at my clothes they are soaked."

"Jerk."

"Bitch, we have a bigger bed now so I can sit next to you, would be easier when you have your apple sauce and juice."

"Okay Dean we need to move Sam off the bed-or you can move your brother from the bed." Jackson stop when Sam flinch when he came close.

"That's okay Jackson I will move Sammy from the bed so we can switch, can you please hold these Jefferson for a second." Dean gave his friend the jacket and cub.

"That's mind." Sam said in a panic soft voice.

"I know they are Sammy you'll get them back I promise, let's get you in your new bed first."

Dean rubbed his thumb on Sam's cheek to calm his brother; standing next to the bed he lifted his brother from the bed. Having one arm on Sam's back while the other one behind his knees, he didn't like how light his sibling was when he pick him off the bed. Waiting for the other bed to be put in place he could tell he needed a bath, he had a little order to him and his hair was oily. Laying him back down he asked Jackson for a wash pan with soap, he was going to wash his little brother get him all smelling fresh.

"Jackson, can you please get me a wash pan with soap, I want to bath Sammy and get a new gown on him." Seeing the look in his brother's eyes he decided to have a nurse bathe him instead. "Jackson can you go asked on of the Nurses to sponge bathe Sammy please."

Dean heard a gasp coming from the bed he smirk knowing what he'll see, as he turned towards his boy he saw eyes wide with shock. He couldn't help but chuckle by his look he was giving like a frighten colt, shaking his head he knew what would be coming with his brother. The last time he bathe Sammy was when he was five years old, yes he has seen him naked many of times for one reason or another.

"Sammy, you need a bath kiddo he are getting a little ripe, your hair needs to be clean."

"No-naked"

"Sammy the nurses knows what they are doing, kiddo, you've been bathed by them in the past."

"De'n" Sam said with his cheeks turning a bright red.

Smirking at the boy on the bed he waited for the nurse to come in before he left, hearing movement at the door he saw Jill with a table with a bowl, shampoo, soap, clothe, sponge. As she got everything ready for Sam's bath Dean kept a close eye on her, making sure that she'll keep his brother calm when he leaves the room. As she grabbed the fresh gown and towels he knew it was his time to leave, running his hand through his brother's hair he wanted him to know he'll be back.

"Alright Sammy, Jill will give you your bath now I'll be back when she's done, don't worry, tiger, Jackson, Jefferson and I will be in his office."

Dean reassured his brother that he'll be back after his bath is over, seeing the panic look he knew Sam thinking is he's leaving him. Taking one last look he walked over to the door followed by his two friends, glancing back he could see tears welding up in his eyes as he walked out the door.

Jill watched as Dean and the two doctors left the room before she got her patient ready, seeing the tears as his brother left her heart ache for the boy. Stepping up to the bed she started talking to Sam in a calm soft voice, she wanted him to be as relax as he could be before she started.

"Okay Sam I'm just going to take off your gown sweetie." Seeing her patient flinch as she touched his shoulders, she talked in a softer voice as she worked. "It's okay I'm not going to hurt you, honey."

"See, that wasn't so bad now was it let's start with your hair, the water will be a little warm can you sit up a little for me. That's far enough Sam, I'm now going to wet your hair putting shampoo in my hand, you are doing really good, buddy now rinsing the hair that's it were are done."

"Getting the cloth with soap going to start with your face, neck, shoulders, arms, chest, I need you to sit up one more time so I can get your back. All done you can laid back down kiddo going to start washing your feet and legs, it's okay Sam I will be careful when I wash down here. That's it, we're done with the bath let me dry you off so we can put the gown on, you did real good Sam I will go get your brother."

Knowing from years of experience Jill knows how to calm her patients down when giving a bath, letting them know what she's about to do in a soft calm voice helps them. Gathering her supplies, gown and towels she rolled the table out the door, headed to Jackson's office she knock to let them know she's done.

As Dean walked out the door with Jackson and Jefferson they lead him to the office, handing him clean clothes they told him to take a shower. Jefferson left to grabbed some dinner for them at the diner across the street, entering the room he saw Dean leaving the bathroom drying his hair. Placing the food on the desk he grabbed a chair for Dean to sit, as they ate their food they could tell Dean wasn't keen to eating. Knowing where his thoughts were at Jackson told him that Sam would be fine.

"Dean, you need to eat your food; Sam will be fine with Jill, she knows how to handle patient who feel uneasy. She will keep Sam calm as she bathes him will let us know when she is done, besides he wasn't the only one who needed a shower." Jackson wrinkle up his nose pointing to Dean.

"Funny Jackson, I wasn't sticking up the room Sammy was-okay we both were are you happy."

Dean scowled at his friends when they laugh at him.

"Yes Dean, you did us all a favor taking a shower so now eat your dinner, doctors order young man."

"Pushy are we Jefferson, fine I will eat then I'll go check up on Sammy."

After finishing their meal Dean was about to leave when he heard a knock on the door, opening it he saw Jill standing there letting him know she's done.

"Sam's all done with his bath Dean he did a really good, I kept him calm as much as I could talked to him to keep his mind busy. Just as I finished bathing him he started to fall asleep then he would wake up, he's waiting for you so he won't sleep until you go in."

"Thanks Jill, I'm going to get Sammy ready for bed. See you guys later."

Walking back into the room he saw Sammy lying on the bed with his eyes closed, knowing he was sleeping just yet just resting his eyes. Grabbing his jacket and the cub he place his coat over his brother's chest, and the cub to his right side so he can hold onto it.

Stepping out of the bathroom drying his hands he smiled at his brother, laying in bed with his fist tight in his jacket and the cub next to him. Placing the towel on the hook of the door he walked over to the bed, the shower did him good relax all his tense muscles and nerves. Getting into bed he sat next to Sammy who open his eyes, the bath Jill gave his brother tired him out by the warm water. Waiting for his brother to get comfortable Sam snuggle close to his side, feeling sleepy already with him just being up an hour ago. He felt content with his brother next to him, jacket laying over his chest, and the cub in his arm. He tried to keep his eyes open wanted to spend some time with his brother, he heard soft foot steps entering the room he tense as the Doctor came closer. Jackson stop at Dean side of the bed giving him some medicine for Sam, giving him two tablets for Sam to take that will make him sleep without coughing. Reaching for the cup he poured more juice in for Sammy to take his medicine, lifting his brother up he place the tablets on his tongue before giving him the juice. Knowing his brother will fight him to take the medicine he sweetens the deal.

"Sammy, take the juice to wash down the tablets, don't you dare spit them out, you needs these to sleep and not cough all night. Don't give me that look young man you need to take these, when you do I'll give you some apple sauce after wards."

Seeing the wanting look in his eyes for the sauce he held up the cup for him to drink, asking him to open his mouth to see if he swallowed. Placing the cup on the table he open the fridge to get some apple sauce, opening another one up he fed it to his brother for a treat. After he ate the whole cup he sat there to make sure he won't get sick, seeing him drifting off to sleep he laid next to his brother. Moving closer to him he place his arm over his chest, feeling him moving a little closer he snuggle next to his brother.

When Jefferson and Jackson walked into the room an hour later, both Winchester Brothers were sound a sleep. Sam was snuggle into Dean's side with the jacket covering his chest, the cub is laying on his right side. His right arm wrapped around his brother's arm and cub, his left hand is clenching the jacket to his chest. Both brother's smile at the sight before them it warmed their hearts, shaking his head Jackson knew those two things wouldn't be enough. Looking over at his older brother who was smiling at the sleeping brother's, he even told him that he knew Sam wouldn't stop holding onto Dean.

"Jefferson, I knew that Sam wouldn't stop holding onto Dean, even with his two securities blankets he has."

"I had that same feeling brother Sam has been more clinging this time around, can't blame him for what he went through. He's scared that Dean will leave him for what happen to him with Brian and John, he's been this way every time he got hurt this time he's really worried."

"That is one thing Sam won't have to worry about is Dean leaving, I know it's going to take some time and reassurance from Dean before he realize this."

Checking both brother's over before they left the room for the night, heading back to Jackson room the both got themselves ready for a good sleep.

TBC

To the quests who was asking to update on the story here it is, sorry for the long wait for this chapter. I'm working with an awesome beta reader who is helping me out, on this story and another one I'm doing.