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A/N: Hello there my darlings! Thank you to all of you who reviewed the last chapter. Like I said in my replies I was very worried that I was going to be ducking rotten fruit because I killed the angst. So I'm glad you liked it ;) Anyway here's the next chapter. 14 is my lucky and favourite number you know, so I made it longer than normal. Anyway I'm off camping for the long weekend, but I will be back in a few days!
Sam caught a taxi back to Bill's Place. An ambulance ride, was after all, only one way. He entered room 305 cautiously. He was still very wary that he didn't know where Lucy was or what she was up to.
The young hunter took in the destruction of the room. He knew that Dean sometimes had an anger problem but geez. It didn't even look like a hotel room anymore! Sam noticed his bag near the door as he had seen in his vision. One less thing he had to worry about when packing now.
Sam shuffled around the room picking up his brother's belongings and putting them back into Dean's bag. He winced when he picked up the tattered remains of Dean's Metallica t-shirt. Maybe he could fix it and have for Dean when he left the hospital.
When he had finished packing all of Dean's clothes into his bag Sam spotted the piece of broken mirror and Dean's knife on the floor. He glared at the piece of mirror which was tainted with his brother's blood. Feeling sick Sam sat against the wall.
After all the blood he had seen last night he never wanted to see any again. Especially Dean's. But then in their line of work that was going to be virtually impossible. Sam shifted uncomfortably when he felt something poking his butt. He reached beneath him and pulled out Dean's phone.
'4 Missed Calls' was written on the display screen. One was from a number Sam didn't recognize and realized it was probably from Sebastian's phone. The other three were from their father.
Sam realized that must have been who Dean was on the phone when he had called and he was engaged. Sam wondered if John had picked up the phone but then decided he probably hadn't. He hadn't so far, why would he now. He noticed with some pain that the phone was mildly covered in what could only be blood. Dean's hands had looked pretty banged up.
Even with the doctors okay, he didn't feel comfortable leaving Dean alone to long and he defiantly wanted to be there when Dean woke up. His brother would probably lose his head again if he woke up and found Sam not there. A person can only lose someone so many times.
Sam put the phone in his pocket and put his and Dean's bags into the trunk of the Impala and then made his way back to the hospital.
Dean awoke to the faint sound of beeping. He scrunched his eyes tighter. Damn he was cold and tired, he just wanted to go back to sleep. Cold and tied. Why did this seem familiar?
In that moment everything came back to him. The nightmares, the hunt, Sam dead, him with the piece of broken mirror, Sam alive. Dean opened his eyes and sat up straight. He ignored the brightness of the hospital lights and the vertigo and pain that he was greeted with and looked around for his little brother.
"Sam?" he croaked, his throat sore and his mouth dry. His room was empty he noted with bitterness, "Sam?" he asked again a little louder, feeling panic in the pits of his stomach. Sam had looked pretty bad when Dean had last seen him. What if he-? Dean swallowed.
There was the sound of a toilet flushing and the bathroom door opened showing a happy Sam.
"Dean you're awake! How are you feeling?" He asked with a grin, obviously happy to see that his older brother was conscious.
The older Winchester closed his eyes for a moment, sighed in relief. Sam was with him, and he was obviously alive. But how was Sam alive? Not that Dean was ungrateful or anything. He was just curious.
Dean started trying to put the pieces of his fragmented memory back together. It wasn't going to well. His head was throbbing and the drugs they were pumping into him were making him drowsy so he had no choice but to lay back down.
When he opened his eyes Sam was still standing in the doorway of the small bathroom. It occurred to Dean that his little brother was obviously afraid of how he might react if he came closer.
"Am I dead?" he asked and tried to get some saliva worked up in his dry mouth. The boy standing in the bathroom door looked like an angel with the light coming from behind him. The last thing Dean remembered was slitting his wrist, maybe he had died.
Sam's face dropped a little. How was he going to fix this? He moved slowly towards the bed as to not startle Dean and took a seat.
"No Dean. You're not dead. You're in hospital." He said gingerly.
Dean seemed to think about for this for a moment before speaking again, "How can you be here? You're dead. You died in my arms Sammy." He asked quietly.
Screw that Lucy bitch to hell! If I ever find her I'll, "No Dean. I'm alive, I'm here. It was a nightmare bro. It's a pretty screwed up story but all you need to know for now is that everything's okay." Sam said hoping that would stop his brother from asking questions yet.
Dean closed his eyes. What the hell was going on? When he opened them again Sam was staring at him intently. Needing the physical contact Dean reached out his hand and took Sam's. He didn't really understand what was going on but at least he had his brother back. He sighed, the drugs they had him hooked up to were making it impossible to think straight. Not to mention drowsy damn it.
Sam was a little taken aback by the gesture but squeezed Dean's hand gently. The doctors had wrapped Dean's hands in bandages after they saw the damage he had done to them. Dean was in a private room now. They had moved him out of the ICU ward when Sam had gotten back seeing as his condition seemed to be improving.
The two Winchester brothers sat there like that for awhile before exhaustion won out against Dean and he fell back to sleep.
Sam Winchester woke with a start at the ringing sound coming from his pocket. He didn't even remember falling asleep. Sam pulled out Dean's phone from his pocket and looked at the caller display through blurry eyes. 'Dad'. Sam moved into the small bathroom so as not to disturb Dean and answered the phone.
"Hey Dad." He said, an edge of tiredness to his voice.
"Sam! What happened? I got a message from Dean. Are you boys okay?" came John Winchesters surprised yet concerned voice. He hadn't been expecting anyone to pick up the phone, least of all his youngest son. But he was happy beyond words to hear Sam's voice.
Sam sighed, "Yeah Dad we're okay. How are you? Where are you?" he replied avoiding John's question.
"I'm fine Sammy. What happened?" he asked again more sternly.
"Umm," Sam started, unsure how to tell his father what had happened, "Long story short, a werewolf case we were working on turned ugly. Dean was having these nightmares because of this girl, Lucy, who has issues with Dean. Her and her brother Sebastian took me and convinced Dean that I was dead. He um," Sam paused again, "He tired to kill himself Dad. But his fine now. We're at the All Saints hospital in Cobram."
There was a silence on the other end of the phone and then, "What about the brother and sister. Where are they?" John said, his voice icy. No one messes with his sons and lives to tell the tale.
"Sebastian, he's no longer a problem." He paused and looked at his wrists and hands. One of the nurses had noticed how battered they looked and insisted she rap them. The cuts from trying to get out of the rope had been pretty nasty and you can't exactly, beat someone to death and not have any marks to show for it, "Lucy on the other hand, I don't know where she is. She wasn't there when I got to Dean."
"Okay. Don't worry about her. I'll take care of it. You just take care of yourself and Dean." John said. He knew both boys must be pretty messed up at the moment. Especially Dean. He cringed thinking about the pieces Sam was going to have to pick up. He wished he could be there to help but he was closing in on the Demon, "Is Dean awake?" John asked.
"He woke up about an hour ago, but not for long. He's pretty out of it."
"Well just keep an eye on him Sam. I'll call you when I get this Lucy sorted out."
"Okay. Bye Dad."
"Bye Sam."
Sam hang up and re-pocketed the phone. He looked at his reflection in the bathroom mirror. There were dark circles under his eyes and his face was pale. Not as pale as Deans was though. Sam splashed some water on his face. He felt a little relieved that he had spoken to his Dad. That and knowing that John was going to 'take care' of Lucy. He could now put all his energy into taking care of Dean.
When Sam came out of the bathroom, the nurse that had come into the room when Dean had been having his little 'dream', was busy checking his stats.
She looked up when Sam came out and smiled. Her face was a light shade of pink and Sam grinned, "Hi Mr Jarvis. How are you feeling? Is there anything I can get for you?" she asked quietly.
Sam shook his head and sat down next to Dean again. God his brother looked pale. Pale and beat to hell. Sam took Dean's hand in his own again and looked at the bandage wrapped around his wrist. If he had been any later..He didn't want to think about it.
Dean's eyelids fluttered and he squeezed Sam's hand lightly. The annoying beep was still there but he wasn't feeling as drugged up as he had been before. He opened his eyes and looked around the room. It looked the same as it had last time he was awake but now Sam was sitting with him. Dean moaned softly as he tried to sit up, a pain in his ribs stopping him from fully accomplishing this meager task.
The younger Winchester's face lit up, "Hey Dean. How you feeling?"
"How you feeling?" Dean directed the question back at his little brother with a gesture to his hands and face.
Sam smiled, "I'm fine Dean. How are you feeling?" he repeated.
Dean let his eyelids drop. He never enjoyed lying to his family. Sammy especially. He knew Sam wanted to hear him say he was fine. Then Sam could become the mother hen he usually became when Dean was hurt or sick. Dean would get better and they would go on.
But this time was different. Dean wasn't feeling good. He felt tired, sore and confused. He didn't want to tell Sam that though. It would only make him worry, and if Sam was worrying then Dean would worry too. If there was one thing Dean Winchester didn't want to do right now, it was cause his little brother to worry.
The nurse finished checking Dean's stats and made to leave, her eyes on the ground and face red. Dean used it as a scapegoat to not answer Sam's question and addressed the nurse instead.
"Hey do you think you could get me some water please honey?" he rasped at her, giving him her one of his charming smiles. She turned redder and nodded. Trying to keep her eyes off him, she handed him a glass of water and left the room hurriedly.
"What was that all about?" Dean asked Sam addressing how the nurse had acted around him. He knew he had charm and looks but at the moment only the charm was there. And it was a forced charm. So why was she acting so embarrassed like a giddy school girl with a crush around him?
"I think she has a crush on you Dean." Sam said with a small smirk. He wasn't going to tell his brother about his little 'dream' just yet. Maybe he would use it to tease Dean when he was better.
"I told you Sammy. Even when I look like crap chicks still dig me." Dean said with some forced humor. The nurse was cute but he just wasn't feeling anything like that at the moment. He couldn't really explain how he felt. It was like someone had torn him to shreds and then sown him back up. He felt empty but full at the same time. Losing your little brother non-stop can do that to you.
"She probably just feels sorry for you Dean. Being stuck with a better looking little brother like me and all." Sam joked.
Dean actually smiled at that, "You wish jelly fish." He said taking a sip from the water.
Sam's eyes lit up. Dean had picked the expression up when they were at school and every time he said it, without fail it would always make Sam smile. He didn't know why but he had just always found it amusing. Especially coming from his older brother who normally had a foul mouth.
"Jerk."
"Bitch." came the standard reply from Dean.
The boys sat there quiet for awhile, lost in their own thoughts before Dean broke the silence, "I'm sorry about what I did Sammy." He paused and then regained his momentum, "If I had have known that you weren't hurt then I never would have done something like that. I should have realized what was going on but, but I didn't."
Sam looked up at Dean. He realized instantly what Dean was doing. He was shouldering the blame. The young hunter wondered how his brother was even able to live with the amount of blame he had heaped upon himself for years. Sam shook his head, he had to make sure Dean knew this wasn't his fault.
"Dean it wasn't your fault. You were pretty messed up." Sam waited until his brother gave some acknowledgment as to what he had just said before continuing, "But I'm telling you now. Don't you ever do that again. I mean it Dean. Listen, you know our work is dangerous and I would want to think that if something happened to one of us that the other would live on." he said tears behind his eyes threatening to make an appearance.
Dean looked at his hands like a child that had just been told off, "What the hell happened Sammy?" he sighed.
The young Winchester didn't feel like getting into this with his older brother in such a weakened condition but he knew he had no choice. Besides if he didn't tell Dean his older brother would lost patience and probably sock him one.
"When you were with Cassie, do you ever remember a guy named Sebastian? Or maybe his sister Lucy?" Sam stopped at the blank look on his big brother's face, "He was probably really geeky looking and she, well she looked like a supermodel." He said trying to get Dean to remember.
Dean furrowed his brow. Those people he had helped on the side of the road seemed to fit that description. That chick had been pretty hot. He smiled at the memory or wanting to get it on with her. But if these were the people Sam were referring to then there was no way in hell that was going to be happening. Girls who were buckets of crazy were more Sam's thing.
"This chick by any chance have long brown hair and is around my height?" he asked.
Sam's eyes widened and he nodded his head, "Figured you would remember the girl Dean." a slight smirk spread across his young face.
"No actually I don't remember her from there. When I was there with Cassie all I saw was Cassie, no one else. I remember this girl from the other day. She was with this geeky guy, their car had broken down on the side of the highway so I pulled over and helped them out." He stated simply.
Sam's jaw dropped, "Where the hell was I?"
"Asleep in the car." Was the matter of fact reply, "So what's with this Sebastian and Lucy then?"
The young hunter proceeded to tell Dean everything he knew, except the call he had had with their Dad and the gory details about what he had done to Sebastian.
It made everything in the older hunter's mind easier to understand. The pieces of the puzzle all clicked together now. It was sick and twisted and completely stupid but he'd said it once and he'd say it again. Demons I get, people are crazy.
Dean sat silent for awhile. So all of this had kind of been his fault. But then it wasn't his fault he had fallen in love with Cassie. You can't stop emotions like that. On the other hand he understood where Sebastian had been coming from, and even Lucy. He had the protective older sibling gene down pat and he knew that if anyone ever messed with Sam he would kill them.
He realized suddenly that his father mustn't know that they were all alright, "Sammy you got my phone? I gotta call Dad. I kinda left him a message on his voice mail when I was, well you know. I gotta straighten it out with him."
"It's okay Dean. I called him and left him a message explaining what happened."
Fiddling with the bandage around his wrist Dean kept his eyes off his little brother. Great, now his father probably thought he had failed yet again. A small voice in Dean's subconscious however told him different. The 26 year old smiled at how the voice somewhat resembled that of his little brother.
"Thanks." Dean said making eye contact with Sam.
"For what?"
"For everything. For saving my ass and for not getting yourself killed in the process." Dean said with a smirk.
Sam laughed a little under his breath. Trust Dean to somehow make an apology into a dig at him, "No problem." He said and lightly punched Dean on the shoulder.
Well there it is. Not the last chapter but I'm getting there. Only one of two more left I think. Maybe one of those Epilogue thingy's. Anyway I'm hoping to get to 130+ reviews for this. It would be nice to come back from camping to some reviews ;) Until next time..Thanks for reading.
Mishka xXx
