Ok...so here we are...the end of the line :(:( sniff I hope this chapter ends things nicely for you...really i do...
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Nikki 3
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Sam awoke to the gentle beeping of a machine. He was in a warm, soft bed that smelt like a hospital. And sure enough, when he tore his weak eyes open, he saw that he was indeed in hospital. He moaned slightly at the pain that still shot through his body. As he tried to sit up, he glanced to his left, spotting his brother in a bed beside him. He gave up on sitting and sank back into the fluffy pillows, a smile settling onto his face. It was all over; they were safe. He looked up as the door opened, and what he presumed was a doctor walked in.
'Welcome back, Sam,' he said, smiling at him. 'How's the pain?'
'It really hurts,' Sam mumbled.
'Alright then, I'll give you something for that,' he said, the smile still firm on his face. He stuck a needle in Sam's arm, and slowly the pain went away.
'How's Dean,' Sam asked weakly.
'He's doing just great,' the doctor said, moving over to check Dean. 'He was shot in the side of the stomach, but the bullet missed all vital organs and whatsoever, so he should make a full recovery. They only thing you and Dean won't be healed from are those symbols carved on your backs. They are there for life, I'm afraid.'
Sam nodded. 'Thanks.'
'And your damage,' the doctor began again. He shook his head. 'You were pretty beat up. We've fixed your hand, just in time too coz it was getting infected, and your leg should heal up nicely. I have a question; where's the bullet that should be in your leg?'
'I dug it out,' Sam replied. 'It hurt like crazy, I couldn't let it sit there.'
There was a moan from Dean's bed.
'I'll leave you to it,' said the doctor, leaving the room.
'Dean?' Sam asked hopefully.
'What the hell did you do to my stomach,' wheezed Dean. 'Feels like I've been shot.'
'You have been shot Dean.'
'Oh, yeah, I forgot about that.' Dean struggled into a sitting position. He sighed, looking down at his bruised body. 'You did good Sammy, I'm proud of you. You know, I reckon Dad would be proud too.'
'Thanks Dean,' said Sam, smiling at his brother. 'If it hadn't been for you though I wouldn't be here.'
They both sat in a uncomfortable silence after that, thinking and realizing how close it had actually been. But they had made it; they had rescued themselves, and a town. Sam drifted back into a light sleep, Dean watching him with pride. His baby brother was all grown up.
It was two weeks later when Dean and Sam were discharged from the hospital. Sam was on crutches, and Dean's stomach was still healing, but they had recovered wonderfully from everything else. As they slowly made their way out of the hospital, they were stopped by a large mass of people.
'What the…?' said Dean, confused. Sam looked as equally confused when Officer Brooks walked forward.
'Wow you guys are looking so much better!' she said. She had been visiting them over the last two weeks, and their utmost fear of her was almost completely gone. Almost. 'It's great to see you up and walking.'
'Uh, thanks…' said Sam, still looking a bit lost.
'On behalf of the town, we just wanna thank you,' she said sincerely. 'You saved our Asses back there, and it's much appreciated.' Her smile turned into a grin. 'And to show you our gratitude, we have a little present for you.'
They heard it before they saw it. Dean's jaw dropped. He knew what it was…he knew that sound all too well. His Impala cruised around the corner, every bit of damage fixed, looking better than it used to.
'MY CAR!' yelled Dean. He waited as it slowed to a stop in front of him. 'My god.' He said, running his hand along the shiny bonnet. 'Thank you so much!'
'It's no problem,' said Roberts, hauling himself out of the car and throwing the keys to Dean. 'You have a good drive.'
Sam glanced at the excitement in his brother's eyes. He grinned.
'Come on Dean, let's haul ass,' he said, throwing his crutches in the back seat. He eased himself into the passenger seat. Dean scanned the crowd, his eyes giving silent thanks. He gave a little wave, and sunk into the soft drivers seat.
'So, what next?' Dean asked, revving the engine.
'New York?'
'New York.'
With that last thought, they slowly pulled away from the hospital, Metallica blaring, leaving the town behind. Dean watched in his rear-view mirror as the town people slowly departed behind him, their waves growing distant.
He looked at Sam, who was staring out the window as normal, and he sighed with content. He was back doing what he loved to do most, with the person he could never live without. Things were normal, and Dean wouldn't trade it for a thing.