I saw the terror in Sam's eyes when Dean went down, the confusion, and the hurt. I was silently relieved to see him feel something for Dean. I knew he wouldn't be able to fix his brother now, not now…not like this. So I gave him that extra push; that little bit of oomph he needed to keep going, to save his brother. 'Hospital' I whispered. The word was carried through the air, and I knew he heard it. He didn't know it was me, but he heard it, and he was going to do it. Good boy, Sam.

Off they went and off I followed. Sam drove like a madman, it was hard to keep up, but I did. I was watching as Sam tore himself apart in that waiting room, it was hard to feel sorry for him. He should sweat it out a little, he had shot his brother. At first I couldn't believe it, Dean couldn't either. The kid was weak, I saw it then, I see it now. It's a good thing his brother is so strong, or Sam…well, he might not make it.

At first he looked so angry, so cold. I can't remember ever seeing him like that. He had never been that mad at Dean…ever. Me, sure he had been that mad at me, but never at Dean.

But slowly, ever so slowly, I saw him change. I saw as his thoughts moved towards his brother and I saw as the anger faded from his hunched form. I saw the sigh that made his entire body shudder, and I started to feel for him again. I wanted to tell him, in my awkward way, that everything would be okay and then I wanted to grip him by the collar and ask him what the hell he was thinking, I wanted to stare him down, and make him really see what he did to his brother. What he's still doing toDean.Instead, I just watched.

The sadness that followed his anger was inevitable, but he should be sad. Not that I was particularly worried, Dean could handle it. It's just that he knew he shouldn't have pulled that trigger, I knew it too. Sam was the last thing Dean had, and this just might shatter him, and I knew that neither of us could take a shattered Dean. Both of us needed to believe that Dean Winchester is invincible.

I couldn't understand why he would have done it, how he could have done it; but that was for another time, another discussion in the future. Every lesson he ever got was about keeping people alive, and killing the evil…not the other way around. He was keeping the evil alive in himself, and killing an innocent...okay, a not-so-innocent. But still,a hunter isn't supposed to kill people, Sammy isn't supposed to kill people. Especially not Dean, he loved Dean, he watched his back, and the sooner he came to terms with the fact that his brother was all he had… the better.

I watched as he forced out the lies, I watched proudly as he fought back his emotion to give the right answers. Smart boy. Nobody noticed me as I slipped in after the nurses wheeled Dean in on a gurney, Sam didn't notice me as he fought with himself in that crappy plastic chair in the overly crowded waiting room. That was how I wanted it, years of experience made me capable of being practically, if not totally, invisible.

He must have felt me staring at him, but he didn't look up at me…it's for the best. It's a handy skill to have, being invisible. I watched the doctors talk about them; talked about exactly how much it would cost to patch Dean up. No way in Hell they were paying that.

I hate hospitals, too many people, all asking questions. And they all look at you…with their eyes. Plus they have lots of doctors. Damned doctors, so hollow, they always think that they're right. They think they know exactly how your children should be raised; they think they know what an eight year old can take. They didn't know my eight year old.

I watched, as I've been watching as Sam was led by that professional looking man to Dean's room. I heard Sam deny the existence of Sammy, and I knew that if Dean had heard it would have ripped out his heart. Sammy would always be there to Dean, would always be his kid brother, whether Sam liked it or not.

I watched, through the fuzzy window in the door, as they talked. I watched them make up, it's so great to see two tearful tough guys work something out, I wanted to reach out to them… they didn't even look my way. Finally, whatever had separated them was no more, their wall had been broken down, and it looked like it would be alright. I never doubted that it would be really, they were bonded too tightly, they had each other, and that was it. And neither of them would trade their brother for the world.

I watched in the hall as Dean pulled himself out of bed at four in the morning, he didn't even wince, strong boy. He was so strong now…so strong. Stronger then Sam, well he had always been stronger then Sam…but stronger then me. Yes, he was stronger then me now. I quickly ran back down the hallway as I heard his door click open, I couldn't risk being seen.

I watched as Sam pulled up in front of the emergency door, ready for his brother, just as they had planned. I watched as they skipped out on the bill, Dean making a rude gesture towards the security camera, and tipping his head to the guard as he sauntered out, his old stride was back, and the guard didn't even think of stopping him. He wasn't in hospital clothes, hell no. Sam had brought him back his jacket and boots, and he was walking like a hunter again.

Hell, they needed all the money they had, and who was I to judge? They have taken the moral obligation of payment out of their lives. Why should they pay people for saving them occasionally? They saved hundreds weekly, and no one thanked them...no one knew. The job of a hunter is a thankless one, and not paying, well…that's just a job perk. I could feel the guards eyes on me as I left, disbelieving eyes. Hell, in this business the eyes are always disbelieving. I watched as Sam tried to convince Dean to let him drive, I watched and I laughed, hadn't he learned? Dean has been pretty damned hurt before, but he has never been too hurt to drive.

I saw Dean take the keys roughly from his brother, like I knew he would. I watched as they climbed into the car Dean loves so much, Sam muttering about his brother's stubbornness under his breath. I watched as Dean made some snide remark, and as Sam rolled his eyes. I watched from behind the hospital doors as the music was turned up loud enough to tare the skin off your face. I watched, and I smiled as I saw them pull away, I wouldn't follow them any further tonight. I can only imagine the conversation they're having; it brings a smile to my face to think of what Dean might say, and how Sam might react. They were always a good team. Dean makes sure that Sam doesn't get himself killed, and Sam holds Dean together. I miss them, God how I miss them. I miss riding with them, arguing with them, hunting with them, mostly I just miss being with them. My sons, my boys… I can't be with you, not now anyway, not until I know the truth. But I'll always …always be watching you.

A/N: Okay, so I didn't tell you outright, but if you look at the clues it's pretty obvious. Man, I thought that this was going to be a surprise ending. Who told you huh? And who put it in your crazy little heads that it was Mary? May I quote? Yes I think I will: "Don't get me wrong, I kill things…I'm not exactly what you would call a saint. In fact Dean is after me right now. I hate to say it, but I'm not one of the good guys." Does that sound like Mary to you? …You may now slap whoever started that rumor upside the head.

Ah well, some of you are too smart for me. Yes, it was John…congrats to those who were brilliant enough to figure it out and foil my evil plan for a twist ending. Sorry it was so long but it had to be… I couldn't stop…I have a problem. Well, anyway thanks a bunch for reviewing and everything, love ya! DeedeeSmith