Thanks for the reviews. Just watched the finale last night. It was awesome! I won't say more incase some of you didn't see it yet.

Rage

Chapter seven

Later

Dean paced the waiting room then the hallway waiting for word on his brother's condition. He tried to get the image of Sam grabbing his stomach and moaning in pain as he shot him out of his mind, but he couldn't. He relived the moment over and over and tried to think of some way he could have prevented it, but there wasn't any. He could hear and see everything that happened but was powerless to do anything about it. He wiped angrily at his tears as he remembered the hurt look on Sam's face when he told him he couldn't stand him that he never cared about him.

"Damn it Sammy, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to hurt you." He swallowed the lump in his throat, he had hurt his brother both physically and emotionally and it was ripping him apart inside. What if Sammy died? What if he never got to tell him how sorry he was, that every thing he had been forced to say was a lie. What if he never got to see him alive again? What if he had killed his brother? He ran his hand through his hair in despair as the questions flashed through his mind.

Dean stepped out onto the small balcony attached to the waiting room and took out his cell phone. He was going to have to make a phone call he had always dreaded making. Tears filled his eyes as he dialed his dad's number. He shut his eyes as tears ran down his face when his dad's voice mail came on.

"Um…Dad, it's Dean…Something bad happened Dad…Sammy's been hurt…he's hurt bad Dad." Dean's voice choked with emotion. "He's been shot…I did it Dad…I shot Sam. I didn't want to…God I didn't want to. The red mist made me do it Dad…just like in your journal." Dean took a deep breath trying to stop his voice from trembling. "Sam might die Dad…I don't know what to do…Sam needs you …I do to…Please call back…Please." Dean couldn't speak any longer and hung up. He looked at his watch. Sam had been in the operating room for almost four hours. What's taking them so long Dean wondered?

He had just stepped back into the waiting room when the door opened and the doctor walked in his blue uniformed covered in Sam's blood. Dean walked over and stood in front of him praying he was bringing him good news.

"Your brother is in recovery."

"Oh thank God…" Dean breathed a sigh of relief. "He'll be alright then?"

"It's too early to tell but we're hopeful. We almost lost him a few times on the operating table but we pulled him through. The blood supply arrived just in time."

"I need to see him."

"You'll have to wait till we move him to the intensive care unit."

"Please, I really need to see him. I need to see that he's alive."

The doctor hesitated for a few seconds. Recovery was strictly off limits to visitors but something in Dean's face touched the doctor.

"Okay, I'll tell them to let you in but only for a few minutes."

"Thanks Doc."

Recovery room

Dean quietly entered the recovery room and was immediately met by a nurse.

"I just want you to know what to expect. When you see your brother he'll be covered in tubes and wires, they're only there to monitor him till he's fully awake. Once he's awake most of them will be removed. He has an air tube down his throat and a drainage tube in his side. He's going to look really bad to you but that's to be expected and I don't want you to get upset. He's doing as well as can be expected."

"I'll be fine."

"Okay, then follow me."

She led him past other patients over to Sam's bed. Dean told himself he wasn't going to fall apart, but as soon as he saw Sam he choked back a sob.

"Sammy." He said softly as he stood by his brother's bed.

"I'll leave you alone for a few minutes." The nurse said then turned and walked away.

Dean reached over and took Sam's hand and held it gently being careful not to disturb the IV tube that was attached to it.

"Sammy, I'm so sorry. I didn't want to hurt you…You know that don't you?" Dean winced in sympathy and guilt as he looked down at Sam's bandaged stomach. He gently reached over and pushed Sam's long brown bangs off his forehead. "You really need to get a decent haircut Bro." Dean smiled then broke into tears. "Sammy you got to hang in there ….Don't you go leaving me…Don't you do that to me Sammy…I need you Bro…"

The nurse came back a short while later and led Dean from the room.

"When will he be moved to his own room?"

"He'll probably have to go to the ICU for a day or so and then we'll see how he's doing." She looked at Dean and smiled. "Your brother is in good hands. I'm sure he's going to be fine. I think you should take a little time and go get something to eat. You want to be strong for him when he wakes up."

"Yeah, I think I need to step out for a little bit." He wrote down his cell phone number and handed it to the nurse. "Please call me if he wakes up while I'm gone."

"Don't worry we'll take good care of him."

"Thanks."

Dean left the hospital and wiped tears of guilt and worry from his eyes as he headed for the corner bar.

TBC