A/N: Yep, the end. Enjoy! The only thing I wish I put in, which will go in to some fic later on is the fact that I loved John's demon accent--gave me shivers when he said "boy." But, not appropriate for this fic. G> Thank you again for all the reviews, and I hope now that the dream sequences made sense and fit in well.
Part 7
Sam flipped through the magazine for the eighth time that day. The nurses were kind enough to bring him reading material. People magazine was a high commodity item, but Sam felt a little disgusted for knowing too much about Brittany Spears and KFed.
"I know."
Sam thought he heard his brother sigh. At first Sam thought he was imagining the words coming from his brother. Quickly, he stood, and leaned over his brother, his ear close to hear the signs that his brother was waking. "Dean?"
Dean groaned.
Sam jumped back in surprise. He could see that his brother's eyes were moving underneath his pale eyelids. Sam grabbed his brother's hand and gave it a squeeze.
Dean squeezed back. He kept his eyes shut, but open and closed his mouth, before speaking. "Hey," Dean whispered. "How?"
"Eighteen days, Dean, eighteen days." Sam said, his voice full of emotion. Tears rolled down his face and a silly grin of relief spread across his face.
Dean opened his eyes, blinking, before resting his eyes on his brother. "You okay?"
"Yeah, concussion, ribs. . ." Sam waved his arm, still in a cast.
Dean closed his eyes again for a moment, and then opened them to ask his next question. "Dad?"
Sam gripped his brother's hand tighter. He didn't want to talk about John Winchester. As a demon John Winchester had said exactly what Dean needed and had wanted to hear his whole life. Dean knew John was possessed because he had said nice things, the right things that their father in his sanity would never say, and now he had gone back to the hunt. "He's fine too."
Dena licked his lips. "Where?"
Sam let go of Dean's hand. He wanted to avoid all these questions for awhile. Dean had just woken up and this conversation was better left for another time. "I gotta get a doctor."
"Where?" Dean repeated.
"We're at the hospital," Sam replied, purposely misinterpreting Dean's question.
"No," Dean opened his eyes wide and then frowned. "Dad?"
Sam sighed. His brother would be stubborn and insistent. "He left, Dean. He left." Sam placed a hand on his brother's arm. "I'm sorry."
Dean swallowed, and looked at his brother. "I know."
The End