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I know I didn't explain much about the forest yet, I assure, all that has happened so far has to do with the forest. So stay with me!

Sam had been wondering for a few hours what had really happened back on the road. He couldn't remember much, except, seeing himself lying on the floor in the bushes. He saw Dean trying to get to him and blacking out few seconds later, a few inches away from his own body. He waited; there was nothing he could do. The thought of being dead crossed his mind; it was not the first time though. So many weird things events had been occurring, one more added to list of creepy day after in his life. Is that what happens when you die? You become a ghost? Then you see your lifeless body … and… is that it?

Nah, it couldn't be.

A couple of hours later a car passed by and called 911. An ambulance and the police came to the scene.

Paramedics came and checked both Dean and Sam. Thanks God, they were both alive. Sam was barely breathing but alive. One little detail came out wrong.

A knife on Deans hands.

Where did that come from?

The paramedics gave Sam some oxygen and put him inside the ambulance. Dean however, had other destiny. His eyes met the officer's eyes for a second. Just for a second, then he passed out again. Instead of the ambulance, he was taken to the police cruiser.

What the hell! He needs help too! Now Sam was desperate. Did they think Dean hurt him? No way!

Dean was taken away and Sam to the hospital.

He followed the doctors working on him, lots of people coming and going, the nurses running like crazy. Tubes down his throat, blood everywhere.

That's what happens when someone is being saved. This is so weird.

Hours later, the doctors were done and Sam's body had been moved to a private room. The room was simple, white, not too big and not too small. There were two chairs by the bed, in case he received any.

Most of the time, he was the sitting down, watching out for himself, waiting to wake up.

The doctors would come and go all day. The nurses came more often. They never brought good news.

" He is in a coma" – the doctors discussing how the procedures had gone.

A coma? Oh no.

Sam knew many stories of people coming out comas. The difference is, there was normally someone by their bed, talking to them, asking them to wake up, to come back, reading stories, updating them with news and family events. The family would come and spend hours with their beloved, praying and wishing.

Who is coming for me? None would come for Sam. He had no idea where Dean was or if he was ok. His father was not to be mentioned. The man didn't even returned the call when Dean was dying sometime ago.

None would come to talk to him, and ask him to come back, tell him stories.

I am on my own here.

" Oh my God, what happened to you Sam? You are so young" – One of the nurses used to talk to him once in a while. She came more often than any other doctor and staff member. Always checking if he was ok.

Dean would get so jealous. Sam couldn't help but think about his brother's face when he knew the treatment he got. Susan was a beautiful caring woman. She would run her fingers through Sam's hair and caress his face, shave and clean him up.

I bet he'd try to get her attention if he was here. And probably get angry because his little unconscious brother was getting luckier with her than him. Those were the only times Sam could smile, despite of his condition. There was also a particular doctor who'd come regularly to see if he was improving.

" So, what really happened to this young man?" One day she asked to the doctor on call. " I heard so many stories about it". She was shaving him and the doctor was checking for vital signs, some exams they had made.

" I am not really sure either Susan. The officer told me his brother attacked him. They were both unconscious when they were found".

" Dear God. Attacked by his brother! Gee!"

No, no, no, no! It was nothing like that! Dean didn't do anything!

" There is a psychologist coming by to check on him. She is treating his brother and the guy wants to know about Sam's condition".

" A psychologist? Isn't he supposed to be in jail?"

" Yes, but it seems he went crazy. For a week he just kept repeating some senseless words, aggressive behavior, hallucinations. He is in a mental institution."

Dean, what have they done to you? And to me? It doesn't make sense.

" She is on her way, so hurry up with him".

" Ok. I am almost done". Before the doctor would go, Susan called him again.

" What about relatives? None ever comes to visit the poor boy"

" We couldn't find much about him. To get his name was already difficult. As far as I am aware, the mother is dead and the father is missing. I haven't heard about anyone else".

" He is all alone".

I guess I am.

Thirty minutes later, a woman enters the room along with the doctor.

Sam has his eyes wide open when he saw the psychologist.

Lindsey!

Maybe that was good sign. If she was taking care of Dean then, there was chance he was ok.

" This is Sam uh? So how is he doing?"

" Not so well. Even though he is healing just fine, we can't be sure if he is coming out of the coma or not. It's up to him now".

" What a waste. His family has a tragic history, and now this".

" How's his brother doing?"

Yeah, how is Dean?

" He is talking now and he is no longer aggressive, but he refuses to admit hurting his brother. He thinks we know each other."

" What? What do you mean?"

" He gave me this weird speech about being a hunter and that we knew each other and even that we had sex, like a one night stand. He challenges all my studies".

What the hell? Is that just her putting on a show or not? They know each other! That can't be!

" What could you expect? The guy is nuts!"

When I wake up, I am gonna kick your sorry ass for that.

" I don't know, sometimes he acts like a normal person. The way he talks, the things he says. It's hard to crack his condition".

Ok, she is not putting on a show, Lin would never come up with that! Specially about Dean.

" Thanks for coming here with me, I need to go back".

" Be careful with that guy Lin. Remember where you work".

" I will doctor. Bye" Lindsey and the doctor shared a slight secretive kiss.

WHAT! No way. This has to be just a bad dream! Nothing makes sense! I have to find a way to see Dean.

Sam was still sitting on the chair, observing himself.

Come on Sam! We gotta wake up. We don't belong to here. Something went wrong in that forest. They must be playing with us. How do I wake up? How do we wake up from this reality? Where are we really?

Sam closed his eyes tight and thought about Dean. His thoughts were focused on his brother. The last minutes they spent together, the crash, the sweating.

For his own surprise, when he opened his eyes, he was no longer in the hospital, he was in a tiny room, with Dean.

This is getting weirder.

Dean had his eyes wide open too, as he could barely believe his eyes.

"Sam!" Dean asked. His voice wasn't full of self confidence as usual..

" Hi Dean. You look like as if you have seen a ghost" Is that the best you can come up with! Yes, for the moment it was. He was so damn glad to see his brother. He was not in great shape, but he was ok and alive.

" I am good. I am just beginning to believe that I have lost my mind"

" Not yet anyway. But you are close". We are both close to that.

" What are you? A ghost playing with my mind? Or my brother using his shining to tell me everything is gonna be fine?" The shining? It could be, but I don't know if things will be ok.

" Neither. I am not even here." I am on bed, in coma and I want to wake up! I need you there!

Time was not on his side, before he could say all he wanted, before he could ask Dean why everything was different from what they knew, what they have lived. He was back in his room. Doctors and nurses were around him, doing…well, what they do.

What is it? There isn't much to do…he wasn't able to complete his thoughts. For one second, he got back to his body.

" Sam, can you hear me?" Susan was calling his name. " Sam, open your eyes, you can do it".

One second. Sam opened his eyes.

" Dean!" – that was it, he closed them again and fell asleep.

Susan called his name again, several times.

" It's ok Susan, He is not back to his coma." The doctor assured her. " He is just sleeping"

" Awkward. But I am glad he is alright."

Sam was sleeping, a deep sleep. Troubled sleep where he could feel all the heat and sweating again. All over again.

Where they having the same illusion or what? Hahahah I am just teasing. Next chapter coming soon! Don't forget to leave me a review!