AN: Hey all, WOW thank you for the reviews. Yes I am a comment whore lol. Anyways, here's the final chapter of the story, and don't worry Dorian will be back next story for all of you Dorian fanatics. I hope you enjoy and thanks for reading.

Chapter 5

Sam paced in the waiting room, dried blood caked to his arms and clothes. Other people waiting on news about their loved ones were giving him sidelong and sometimes frightened glances. People were used to seeing doctors covered in blood, but not people in the waiting room. He didn't care. He could have two extra heads right now and wouldn't care. Dean was still in with the doctors and he had no idea what was going on.

Twenty minutes ago Dean had been rolled in by a gurney at which point they told Sam he had to wait outside the trauma room doors. Sam hadn't wanted to wait, he wanted to be with his brother, but he knew the more time he spent arguing about it, the more time was being wasted that they could be saving Dean's life. The officer had taken Sam's statement and then left him alone to grieve.

Sam had already called his father, but of course he had gotten his voice mail. Sam left him a message trying to sound as calm as possible, but knew he wasn't succeeding. He knew his voice was strained, broken, and on the verge of hysterical. Even if by some chance his dad got the message tonight, he knew there was no way he'd get there before the danger passed.

He was debating whether or not to call Dorian. He knew she'd want to know, but at the same point he didn't want to worry her. Of course if Dean..NO, he wasn't going to think like that. Dean was going to be fine. He didn't want to worry Dorian over nothing.

"I'm looking for Sam Winchester," A voice said pulling Sam from his thoughts.

He whipped his head around and saw a man wearing green scrubs splattered with, what Sam could only assume, was Dean's blood. He immediately walked over to him. "I'm Sam Winchester."

"I'm Dr. Michaels. I'm handling your brothers case."

"How is he? Is he okay?" Sam asked quickly.

The doctor held up a hand to quiet him and then said, "You're brother is going to be fine. He lost a lot of blood, but none of his vital organs were damaged. It was just a series of deep lacerations that caused him to bleed profusely. We stitched him up, pumped some blood back into him, and now he's resting. He's going to be in some pain for a while, but other than that he'll make a full recovery." Dr. Michaels smiled reassuringly to him.

Sam sighed in relief and realized he was shaking. This night had completely shot his nerves to hell. "Can I see him?" He asked, his voice breaking.

"We're moving him to a room now. Once we have him settled I'll have a nurse come and get you," He replied. "He's going to be asleep for a while, but feel free to stay with him as long as you like."

Sam nodded. "Thank you so much." The doctor nodded and went back through the double doors.

Sam sagged into a chair and dropped his head in his hands. Relief flooding over his nerves causing him to shake. Dean was going to be okay. He was still drawing breath. His heart was still beating. Dean was going to live.

Sam felt fresh tears sliding down his cheeks, but he didn't care. It hadn't been so long ago that he had tried to kill Dean himself. He thanked God every day that he hadn't. That his brother had given him an empty pistol and socked him across the face.

If Sam had killed Dean he didn't know what he would have done next. Maybe he would have been like the cop and shot himself, or maybe it just would have been another name to add to the growing list of people dying and it being his fault.

Sam had a lot of making up to do where Dean was concerned. He knew that now more than ever. If Dean had died, Sam never would have been able to forgive himself for what had happened in the asylum. When Dean was well enough they had to talk about this, whether Dean wanted to or not.

"Sam Winchester?"

Sam sat up and quickly wiped away the tears. A nurse in purple scrubs was standing in front of him, smiling down at him reassuringly. "Yeah?"

"I'm here to take you to your brother."

Dean looked so...fragile amongst the beeping machines and IV lines. An oxygen tube stood out against the paleness of his face. He seemed so small, lying there pale and gray against the vast whiteness of the room.

Sam couldn't help but be scared. Dean didn't do pale. He didn't do small and he sure as hell didn't do fragile. Dean was strong. He always had been. Even on the rare occasion when he had gotten sick, he still did for himself. Yet there his brother was, lying in a bed of white sheets, standing out only because of his blue hospital gown.

Sam pulled the chair over next to Dean and sat down. Being careful of the IV, Sam took Dean's hand. It was cold to the touch.

Sam sucked in his breath, still trying to take in the appearance of his brother in his weakened state. "I'm so sorry, Dean." He sighed. "I came as soon as you called me but I wasn't fast enough. I have so much to apologize for." He felt a tear slip down his cheek.

Sam felt stupid apologizing to Dean while he was unconscious, but it was better than just sitting there, wallowing in the dark thoughts of his own mind. "Maybe in a way I did hate you and dad. I hated you because you have memories with mom. Genuine memories of being tucked in and kissed goodnight by her. Even if it was for only a few short years, you have those memories. All I'll ever have is the memory of ghost that apologized for something and I don't even know what it was for."

He laughed bitterly and looked down. "I hated you because you're dads golden boy. I hated that you always did everything just right and I always screwed everything up. I swear though, Dean I would never intentionally hurt you. I meant what I said in the car that day. I'd die for you." He sighed heavily. "I don't know why I'm confessing all of this. I don't want you to think I hate you. I wish I could take back everything I said and everything I did. I just wish we could have been an everyday family. I just wanted to be normal."

"Yeah, but where's the fun in normal?" Dean's rough voice asked.

Sam jerked his head up and looked directly into his brothers hazel eyes. "Dean!"

"Hey bro," He cracked a smile. He had heard most of what Sam said. Starting with 'I did hate you and dad'. Dean needed to hear what Sammy had to say. Sam's reason for hating him hadn't been what Dean expected, not at all. He had no idea that his brother felt that way about their mom.

"How are you feeling?" Sam asked, genuine concern in his voice. His confessions were forgotten for now. They weren't important. What was important was that Dean was awake.

"I'll survive," If Sam wasn't going to ask, Dean wasn't going to tell. Even in his weakened state Dean wasn't in the mood for the heartwarming, emotional talk. It was bad enough Sam was concerned over him. "When can I get the hell out of here?"

Sam smirked. That would be Dean's first question. Not 'Am I going to be all right?' or 'How did I get here?' No it was 'When can I get out?' "We'll spring you tomorrow bro. Right now you need to get some rest."

"Man, I can rest in a hotel room, in real clothes, and a real bed. Not this crappy, uncomfortable thing I'm lying in right now." Dean hated hospitals. He hated doctors. He never stayed anywhere in the vicinity of either any longer than he had to.

"Humour me," Sam said. "Crash here until morning."

Dean smiled that cocky smile. "It is morning."

Sam rolled his eyes. "You know what I mean. Please Dean, just crash here for a while." Dean had lost a lot of blood. Sam wanted to give him time to regain his strength. Once Dean got color back in his cheeks Sam knew he would be fine, but right now he didn't look anything like his brother.

Dean was about to protest, but he was tired and honestly didn't feel like moving. Normally that wouldn't stop him. It was the concern in Sam's eyes that kept him in bed. He couldn't stand to have Sammy worry over him and if staying in the hospital for the night meant that it would ease his brothers mind, then so be it. "All right, Sammy, but as soon as the sun rises I'm getting out of here."

Sam's lips curved up in a smile. "All right, bro. You've got a deal. Now get some rest."

"Hey that's my line!"

"Not tonight it isn't," Sam drawled. "Grab some sleep, man. I'm not going anywhere."

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