Author's Note: This letter came from the recesses of my own mind. It is a letter from Sam to Dean written while Dean was in a coma during 2X01 "In My Time Of Dying". Just something that I wanted to explore for fun. :) I want to thank kingdommast, mb64, jojospn, shirleypositive72, judyann, WomanOfLetters, reannablue, SPNxBookworm, and GuestJ for their recent reviews. :And thanks to all of you great readers!

Dean,

I had Bobby tow the Impala to his place for you. You're going to want to cry when you see her, I'm warning you now… But I made Bobby swear he wouldn't junk her. She is a complete mess but I don't think she's beyond repair, and I'm not giving up on her. After all, you'd kill me if I did right? But while I was there dad asked me to get a list of stuff from Bobby. And you know what was on the freaking list? Stuff to summon a damn demon. He's actually going to try and summon the thing, in the middle of everything that's happening right now.

You have to get back to us Dean. Dad and I are going to be the death of each other if you don't… I know you'd say that I'm just fighting with him for the sake of fighting because that's what I always do with him. But this time it's different Dean. Because this is you I'm fighting over. You've given us everything. Given this whole family your all, and yet dad is still more focused on the freaking demon, even when you're laying here and the doctors think that you're…

I'm not even going to write it, because you're not dying. I'm not letting that happen. You're not even staying in a coma either. I'm going to do everything in my power to fix this because I owe you that much. You have always valued family above all else. And you showed me how to do the same. You stopped me from letting my desire for revenge push me to shoot my own father. Sure, dad had genuinely wanted me to do that… But I wouldn't have been able to forgive myself. He's my father, and I would've regretted that forever. But you saved me from that lifetime of regret.

Well that's not really a shocker. I mean you've done nothing but save me for everything bad my whole life… You know I wasn't actually surprised to hear you'd been the one to carry me out of our house the night mom died? It was weird because I had never known that before, but at the same time it felt like something I should've guessed already. Who else would have dragged me out of harm's way? Even though you were only a toddler then, I still couldn't really imagine it being anybody else.

And you never stopped carrying me away from trouble, did you? Yeah, you technically pulled me back into hunting. But God knows there isn't a person on this Earth I could rely on more to have my back on a hunt. Not to mention that I'm probably safer on a hunt with you than I would be on my own in some college dorm. Seriously. Every single time something nasty has had it out for me, you've made it your personal mission to ensure that thing dies bloody. And you've never once failed to do so.

But now you're lying here hooked up to all these machines…And I think it's my turn to help you. I just wish I knew how. I keep begging dad to help, and he keeps swearing he will, but all he does is nothing. Unless you count developing strategies to confront the demon. If you count that then he's been busy as hell. But I don't count that. And I don't give a damn if that demon shows up and offers his head to me on a plate. I'm not paying him any attention at all until you're ok. Not until I've saved you. Because that last thing that bastard deserves it to take my focus away from you when you need it so much.

Before the crash dad was telling me this demon was more important than anything. I told him it wasn't. Now dad's out there trying to find ways to hunt the thing, and I'm sitting here in your room reading his journal a thousand times over trying to find some way to help you. Guess we have our priorities in a slightly different order.

I'm going to save you Dean. I have to. So just...enjoy the rest, I suppose. Because I know the minute you're back on your feet you'll be all over yellow eyes. And I promise that I'll be ready to fight him then too, right with you. Because I'll have gotten the more important stuff sorted out already. Because at that point you'll be ok.

Sam

Secondary Author's Note: Thanks for reading! Reviews and requests are definitely welcome. I was merely taking a brief break from requests with this one while my brain works out the kinks in some of the inspiration it got from recent requests. :)