Sam's mind reeled. Everything up until now; where he sat in the waiting room was a blur. He vaguely recalled when the paramedics arrived and they had to push him out of the way- then realizing he was in no condition to drive, allowed him to ride along. Then Dean's heart had stopped and they had to resuscitate him… three times before they could cease the ventricular fibrillation.

And now. Now Sam was sitting in the waiting room. The room where he was waiting. Waiting because he couldn't scream and break things and lose his mind like he wanted to. So he waited.

Eventually a doctor approached him. She surprised him. She looked more like a kindly grandmother than the sterilely separated individuals that most often greeted people in these situations on TV and in movies, and told them that their wives, or fathers or….brothers were dead. Sam didn't stand. He couldn't. Instead he stared into the warm eyes of Dr. Wagner, as she identified herself, and waited.

"Mr. Burkowitz," she started, startling Sam who hadn't remembered his false identity.

"It's Sam. How is he?" Sam managed as he cleared his throat and prayed.

"The glass pierced your brother's aorta. There was significant internal damage which led to his heart stopping. We were able to resuscitate him and intubated him to help him breathe. Sam, your brother is in very critical condition I'm afraid. I'm sorry, but there's nothing more we can do," Dr. Wagner sighed as she truly looked sorry and placed her hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Are you telling me he's going to die?" Sam croaked as he fought to fight back the tears that he had been certain were out of supply.

"No, I'm not telling you that. There is always hope. All we need is a little faith."

"Hope and faith aren't exactly words that pertain to my brother's life," Sam scowled as he stood. "May I go see him?"

"Yes Sam, you may. But don't be alarmed by all the tubes. They are just IV's but they can be a little shocking," Dr. Wagner cautioned as she turned to direct Sam down the hallway.

"Thanks," Sam muttered as Dr. Wagner opened the door that led to where his brother lay unconscious and breathing through a machine.

Sam's feet walked him into the room where his mind and heart refused to go. His eyes stared stonily at the person that had stolen his brother's face and was lying so still and so pale, with tubes down his throat and sticking out of his arms. In the corner a heart monitor beeped… slowly. Too slowly. The scene was familiar; it hadn't been that long since Sam had seen this same sight- but Dean had been okay and conscious and even joking. Now Dean was silent.

Sam slowly made his way to a chair that had been conveniently placed to the right of the bed, and sat down heavily. He glanced out the window to avoid looking at Dean and thought about how the heavy fog outside was fitting for the way he felt. Finally Sam turned to look at Dean. Truly look. He saw eyes closed, pale skin and eyebrows furrowed as if his brother were concentrating… or in pain. Toying briefly with the idea of embarrassment if his brother woke-up, Sam slowly reached to hold Dean's hand. It was cold to the touch and completely un-lifelike. Sam placed his other hand over it, sandwiching Dean's hand in a futile attempt to keep it warm. Sam surprised himself when he started to talk.

"Hey, I don't know if you can hear me but… well, you need to wake up okay? This really sucks dude, I don't really like hospitals and I know you don't so why don't you get better so we can leave," Sam rambled until he realized that silent tears were streaming down his face and puddling on Dean's shoulder.

"Ah shit," Sam muttered as he wiped his face and sniffled. "Dean look. You're my brother okay? You're all that I've got. So you need to be okay…. I miss your mullet-rock… and your stupid jokes. So please hang on," Sam allowed himself to cry.

Sam leaned down to rest his head on the side of the bed next to Dean's arm. His eyelids fluttered with overwhelming exhaustion and he found sleep pulling him under.

"I love you man," Sam exhaled as he fell deep into sleep.

Alright guys… I hate to do this but, I'm going on Spring Break for a week so I won't be able to update for a while. But it'll be okay, it'll give me time to be creative and contemplative on where this is gonna go next- because I don't really know yet. But I hope you like the chapter and as always comments are welcome.