So this chapter is a little longer than I intended it to be but hey, we need the chick flick scenes!

Nursing school has definitely been helping me with writing medical terminology and understanding more about the body. Guess my hurt/comfort fics will get more accurate with time. Is there any other type of fic to write though?

Anyway, sorry not much of Sam actually being conscious in this but that's what we like anyway is it not? Lots of emotional Dean though. So enjoy!

As usual, I own nothing.

Part 2/3

Stay tuned to see how the rest of the hunt goes down.

At that moment Dean's heartbeat increased but not from excitement or adrenaline. As a hunter there were few times in his life he'd experienced true blood draining fear. But none of which ever came close to the fear he'd experience when his little brothers life was on the line.

"Sam! NO!" Dean let his grasp on the weapon which had once brought him so much joy loosen until his hands no longer occupied it. Dean was providing supportive under his brothers arm in an instant, holding his weight before Sam would collapse. Blood was pouring down Sam's jeans as it soaked into the faded denim of his pants. There were now three potential things that could kill Sam. Blood loss, the penetration wound itself or if Mr Fredricks decided to come back.

Dean knew he didn't have long to get his brother out of and away from that house before the ghost of Mr Fredricks returned.

"Hey hey hey, Sammy? You gotta work with me okay buddy? I need you to keep walking, that's it, one foot in front of the other."

Dean was practically dragging his brother out of the house now. Sam doing his best to stay conscious and coherent. His visual world had accepted the darkness, yet he could still hear. Hear his brothers words of encouragement as they together desperately tried to make their way to the car. The pain was erupting from his wound was making it difficult to focus on what it was he was supposed to be doing. It was radiating through his torso and down his legs. A hot and sticky liquid was draining from the pain making his shirt stick to his skin. He could smell a familiar unsettling metallic fragrance doused with sweat. The two he knew all too well, especially in the life of hunting. His senses were not cooperating with him, every ounce of energy he had was being focused on moving forward and trying to get out of there. To lead him would be that comforting voice. He had to find the familiar voice again. The voice of the one whom he trusted most in this world, the one who'd always kept him safe no matter what. The one who kept him safe from a Dad, from monsters, from himself when even he didn't known he'd been a danger to himself.

Dean could see Sam's head dangling forward as the movement from being practically dragged along through the neglected land made his head bobble with each striding movement. With great effort the brothers had reached the Impala. Dean reached a hand out and opened the door as it creeped open and encouraged his brother into the car as delicately and quickly as possible without any disruption to the wound. The wound he caused. This was one Dean knew he wasn't going to be able to patch up in the comfort of a crappy motel room. The blood was expelling from his brother's body profusely as Sam did his best to support the area to prevent any more blood loss and prevent the foreign object from moving and doing further damage than it already had.

"That's it Sammy, just stay like that okay, we're gonna get you to a doctor, a real doctor and we'll get you patched up okay. You'll be good as new." Dean provided a weak yet sympathetic smile to try and hide his fear. Now sitting behind the wheel of the Impala, Dean started the engine as his hands trembled and took off as quickly as possible, causing a roaring cloud of dust to engulf the air behind them.

"D..n, m'sorry fr... rything." Sam's head was pressed up against the glass of the window while his body leaned forward and outwards, closer to Dean that he normally would sit.

"What? No, don't you do that Sammy. I'm not hearing any goodbye speeches okay. Not from you, not today, not ever! You got that."

Dean glanced his eyes over to his brother, hearing his breathing coming in slower and slower as the wheezing increased. Each breath requiring more energy to take than the last. His brothers body was beginning to shut things down and conserve its energy as best as possible. With his concern rising, Dean pushed his foot down on the accelerator harder. Today was not the day he was going to lose his brother. Especially not when it was his fault.

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"I NEED HELP!" Dean yelled as loudly as his vocals would allow him to. His voice fuelled by the pure thought of losing Sam. A team of people in dark blue uniforms rushed over and took over the weight from Dean's arms and onto a near by bed keeping him upright to avoid further harm to their patient.

"Sir, I need you to tell me what happened to him." A woman (possibly a Doctor or Nurse, Dean did not know) was addressing him. Her hair was dark and tied up into a high pony tail. Her features were soft and caring, though they currently expressed a different emotion. One to say she needed information and needed it now if she was going to be able to help Sam. He could see her mouth moving but the audio was gone. His adrenaline surge was powering down. The same words coming into his head. 'Me, it was me...I did this, I did this, I did this.'

"Sir?" The woman asked again. Her patience beginning to wear thin.

"Me. It was me, I did this." Dean managed to produce in a tone that was barely audible. He hadn't the faintest idea what was coming out of his mouth. His eyes wide with shock, his brain not registering things the way it should.The woman looked at Dean with concern. Unsure of this new found information she did what she was trained to do. And that was treat her patient.

"Sir, I'm going to need you to wait here. This man has a severe penetration injury and he needs to be taken to surgery immediately to repair the damage and remove the object. I'm going to need you to stay here until I come back to see you."

At that moment he didn't know what to do, he'd always been given orders and followed them. But the orders he's just received didn't seem right. He had to protect his brother. That was his job. And he'd failed, instead he'd hurt him. Almost killed him. Dean dropped his weight into a near by plastic chair and let his head burrow into his hands as he let the feelings of failure wash over him. His Dad was going to kill him, that was if he'd be able to get ahold of him.

The hours began to tick by and Dean had finally worked up the courage to make the phone call he dreaded. Pressing the down arrow on his phone he went through the contact list of names until he came across it. Dad.

Dean pressed the button to select the person he wished to call and held the phone up against his ear. As usual there was no ring and it went straight to voicemail. Dean thought for a moment. Thought about hanging up and dealing with it on his own. He could only imagine what his fathers choice of words would be.

'I told you to look out for Sammy! And this is what you call looking out for him?!'

The dial tone beeped him back into thought.

'Dad...it's me, uh, I'm at the hospital with Sammy. He's hurt Dad, pretty bad. I don't know if he's gonna pull through." Deans voice started to break as he rubbed his free hand over his face and back over his eyes again.

"So call me okay." Dean flipped the phone closed and stuffed it back into his pocket.

There was nothing more he could do but sit and wait. It had been just over three hours since he'd brought his brother in and he'd not heard anything yet. Which meant things could be going either way. Dean tried to keep himself busy by filling out the relevant paper work with their alias'. But other than pacing the same corridors and continuously topping up himself with caffeine, there was not much else to do which left him alone with his thoughts. His thoughts of how he was reckless, careless even. Thoughts of how he should have been focused enough to know his brother was standing right beside him when he impaled his stupid choice of a weapon right through his brother. When he almost, or did kill him. Dean tried taking his focus elsewhere from the thought of his brother dying.

"Excuse me? Mr..." The woman's voice trailed off, it was the same woman from earlier. The one who'd asked him all the questions.

"It's Dean, Dean Floyd. How's my brother doing?" Dean took a step closer to the woman, his arms folded into his chest as he looked at her, her badge read Dr. Pearson. The woman in front of him was a Doctor. Dean's eyes glanced back up to her face now providing her with his full attention, afraid, but desperate to hear the news.

"Mr. Fl- uh, Dean. When your brother was presented to us he'd suffered quite a significant amount of blood loss, therefore sending his body into hypovolemic shock, he was also experiencing tachypnoea and hypotension." She stopped for a moment as she took in the look of Dean's facial features. Knowing he wasn't understanding a word of the medical talk she was providing.

"Uh, his breathing was low and so was his blood pressure and as a result we had to give him a blood transfusion as well as put him on intravenous fluids, that's an IV containing a Hypertonic solution of 5% Dextrose and .45% Saline which is just some fluids we give to our patients who just come out of surgery to help them get all their levels back to where they need to be. Now the other issue is the penetration wound."

Dean shuffled his feet and rubbed his hands through his hair. Though the doctor hadn't said it, he was sure Sam was still alive if he was given post op fluids. He took a breath in and prepared to listen to the second part of the information he was about to receive.

"The object unfortunately managed to hook around and through your brothers lower right quadrant which is the bottom lower right section of his torso. When the object pierced his body it went through his Cecum which is part of the large intestine. Fortunately we did manage to remove the object and patch him up with so far no issues." The Doctor gave a weak smile to him. She looked tired. Her eyes, though smiling, told the real story of the stress she'd just experienced trying to save her patient.

"So Sammy's gonna be okay then?" Dean's eyes were wide with fear as he still waited to be told things were gonna to be alright.

"He isn't out of the woods yet, but it's expected that he will make a full recovery so long as he continues his healing process without any issues."

"Can I see him?"

"Absolutely, he's still asleep but you can sit with him for as long as you need to. I find talking out loud to them helps."

Together they walked down the now almost silent hallway. It was darkened due to the presence of the sun evading the sky. Most of the patients were settling into their beds ready for sleep. Dean anxiously followed until they reached a room towards the end on the left.

"Here you go." The doctor waited at the door and hand gestured him into the room allowing Dean to enter.

"If you need anything just have one of the girls at the desk buzz me okay."

"Thanks" Dean nodded at the woman and made his way over to his brother.

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The sight of seeing his brother in such a vulnerable state was never something he'd get used to. He looked like he was sleeping, minus the oxygen mask covering his face and the IV lines and wires connected to him. Dean pulled up a near by chair to be closer to Sam's bed.

"Hey Sammy, doc said I did some pretty good damage to you." Tears began to fill his eyes, though Dean avoided the blink that would send them descending down his cheeks. He looked up to the ceiling and pretended to examined it as he rubbed his two day stubble growth doing all he could to avoid the emotions from escaping.

"Sammy, I didn't mean for this to happen. You're the last person I'd ever want to hurt, let alone do this to...You gotta pull through this man. I can't do this alone. You and me, were a team now...me and my baby brother."

There was a moments silence. The only noises to be heard were the continuous steady beeping from the monitor in the room tracking Sam's vitals.

"You know...when mom was pregnant with you, I remember telling her I wanted a brother more than anything, she laughed and said 'What if it's a girl?' I told her it wouldn't be because I told her that when I blew out those candles on my fourth birthday pie that it was my birthday wish to have a baby brother." Dean smiled remembering the better times in his life, the comforting thoughts of having a normal birthday party and a beautiful caring mother by his side. Tears once again filled his eyes as he tried to keep them at bay. His voice breaking as he tried to speak again.

"Then, then...when she had you...I couldn't believe my wish had actually come true. I mean sure I had to wait a bit for you to be earth side but you were worth waiting for Sammy. And now, now I've screwed up. You're in here because of me. I'm supposed to protect you, not try to kill you. If it wasn't for that damn evil son of a bitch you wouldn't be in here."

Feeling anger rise Dean knew what he had to do. The one thing he always did when he didn't know how to deal with the overflow of emotion. He hunted, he killed and he destroyed any evil thing he could find.

Dean stood up from his chair.

"I'll be back in a minute Sammy, you just keep fighting while I go finish this." And with that thought Dean left the room to finish what he had started.

TBC