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By the way they thought the ending of this chapter was so mean... Told me she fainted!

Dean watched, holding his breath as Sam's body lurched off the stretcher. There was a moment when he thought that Sam was gone, that he would never talk to his brother again, but then the beep of the heart monitor started to go in a steady rhythm again, and Dean let the breath that he had been holding, out.

An oxygen mask was placed over Sam's mouth and nose, and a blood pressure cuff was secured around his upper arm. An Iv was inserted into the back of Sam's uninjured hand, and a transfuse of blood was started. His blood pressure was really low to begin with, and stayed low even with the blood being pumped into him, his stomach now bleeding again from the shocks of the crash cart to start his heart beating again.

The ambulance stopped, and Sam was pulled out, while Dean was helped to walk into the ER by the paramedic that had helped him at the building. Sam was taken immediately to the OR for emergency surgery, while Dean was given a room in the ER.

A few minutes later, a tall, blond woman walked in, but Dean, so caught up in his thoughts, didn't even notice her. It wasn't until the woman touched Dean's arm to take his pulse and blood pressure did Dean look up at her.

"I Doctor Melinda Evans." She said, he tone gentle and soothing to him. She smiled at him, and Dean tried to smile back at her, but it came out lopsided.

"Dean Winchester," Dean said, no hesitation in his voice, though he knew that he probably shouldn't have told her his last name, he couldn't stop himself. He finally looked her over, and was awed that he hadn't noticed sooner how beautiful she was.

Melinda Evans was about five foot eight inches tall, with long, sun bleached, curly blond hair; reaching to the small of her back. Her eyes were a warm hazel. Rings of green, gray and blue outlined an explosion of brown in her soulful, expressive gaze. She was very slim, and couldn't have been older than Dean. Glasses were pushed up in her hair, holding the unruly curls back, and it was all Dean could do not to reach out and run his hands through her hair.

'Stop it Dean! Sammy's hurt and possibly dying and you're thinking about sex?' Dean scolded himself.

"That's a nice name," Melinda said, now probing his ribs to check out the damage to them. "The man that you came in with, what's his name?" she asked, her voice full of concentration, as Dean tried and failed to hide a wince. The wince was caused by the pain in his ribs, and the mention of his brother.

"Sammy?" He asked his voice quiet, and withdrawn. "Samuel Winchester. He's my little brother," Dean said, and gasped as she pressed his ribs a little too hard, and pain raced through his side like a bolt of lightning.

"Sorry about that. I didn't mean to hurt you," she said as she looked up.

Dr. Melinda Evans was impressed by the man that she saw before her. He was about six feet tall, and had a muscular build that most men would kill for. His hair was short, and spiked to the front a little bit. His dark brown eyes were expressive, almost to the point of being overwhelming. There was an outline of light brown around streaks of dark chestnut in his eyes, and it was all she could do not to become entranced in his gaze.

She looked away quickly and scolded herself. 'The man is hurt, and worried about his brother, and all you can think about is what it would feel like to be with him!' A blush crept up her cheeks, and she looked down at her notes. Writing down that he would need x-rays, she went on with her examination.

"Do you feel lightheaded? Dizzy? Nauseous?" she asked Dean as she gently placed her fingers over the cut on his forehead.

"How 'bout a tantalizing combo of the three?" he asked, his voice laced with sarcasm.

"It looks like you have a mild concussion, and I want to get some x-rays on your ribs, because I think a few of them are broken," she said, and gave him a light smile. "Why don't I see if I can get you something for the pain?" she asked, and couldn't miss the grateful look that crossed his face even if it was only for a second.

"That would be great, thanks," Dean answered, his voice full of relief, but she knew that he still had the weight of the world on his shoulders with the worry for his brother.

"Sure, I'll be right back. Make yourself comfortable. You'll be here for a while, I'll have to call down to x-ray and get it set up for you," she said, and with a smile she walked out of the room, leaving Dean to brood over his thoughts.

Dean closed his eyes, and before he knew it, he was asleep. He didn't hear it when Melinda came back into the room, and left him two pain pills, with prescription next to it. There was also a sheet of paper with her name and number, telling him to give her a call if her felt like going out when everything was cleared up.

Dean was awoken when a nurse came down to wheel him to x-ray a half hour later, and smiled when he saw the note, quickly folding it and sticking it in his pocket. He took the pills with some water, and stuck the prescription in his other pocket to make sure he wouldn't lose it. The nurse smiled at him as he got into the wheelchair. He grumbled.

An hour later Dean had his ribs wrapped, and was being discharged, but he had no intention of leaving while Sam was still in the hospital. The doctors hadn't told him anything yet, and it was beginning to be too much for him to handle. He reached in his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone. Hitting the number he put the phone to his ear and waited.

"Hello?" came the gruff voice on the other end.

"Dad?" he asked, surprised that the man had picked up. His voice shook as he had said the name.

"Dean?" The man on the other end asked. "What's wrong son?" The man asked, and Dean almost broke down then and there.

"Dad, it's Sam, we're at the hospital," Dean said, and his voice choked.

"What's wrong with him Dean?" his father asked, and his voice was filled with concern.

"He was stabbed, and then the ceiling... it fell, and..." Dean's voice choked again, but he forced himself to continue. "Dad, they don't know if he's going to make it," Dean said, and it was all he could do to hold back tears that were threatening to fall. "I don't know what to do Dad, I need your help," Dean whispered, but his father heard.

"I'll be there as soon as I can, just tell me where you are," his father said, his tone soothing, and Dean told him where they were. Dean was about to hang up, and was in the middle of saying good-bye to his father when he saw Sam's doctor walking down the hall toward him

"Dean, what's wrong?" he heard his father ask from the other end of the phone, but he didn't answer, he couldn't. The doctor's shoulders were slumped, and Dean knew that he couldn't have good news.

"Family of Samuel Winchester?" the doctor asked, looking at Dean.

"Yeah, I'm his brother," Dean said, and the doctor nodded.

"We did all that we could, and I'm sorry..." the doctor started and both father and son felt the impact of the next words...

TBC

So did I kill him? OR what?

You will have to review to find out, because that is my only reason for posting new chapters!

And yes I know I am evil I have already been told so by my beta... Though she was more like... "I am going to faint! I can't believe you did that... You killed him didn't you?"

And I am like... "I will never tell unless there are enough reviews for me to continue!" So push the gay button to the left of the screen! Push it, and see a new chapter appear soon!

Ana