Okay guys... Here's the latest chapter, and I want to say that I gave you a hint at what would happen when Sammy woke up, in chapter 4 I think...

Well enjoy...

XXXXX

Three Weeks Later:

Dean sat watching his brother avidly. Sam had been showing signs of waking for the past three hours, and the doctor told him that it was only depending on his stubborn ass little brother, when his eyes would open. His father stood across from him, his eyes tracking Sam's every move in his own vigil. The truce they had going for the past week was still tetchy at best, but Dean wasn't about to deny the man the joy of seeing his son's eyes open after Sam had been in a coma for over a month.

"Sammy?" Dean called as he watched his eyelids flicker. The name didn't seem to cut through to his brother, but as Dean squeezed his hand, Sam's head turned toward his.

XXXXX

Sam struggled from the inky darkness that surrounded him. It gripped him, not letting go, but Sam, as stubborn as he was with the Winchester genes firmly implanted in him, fought his way from it.

Sam's eyes fluttered, and he winced from the bright light. He felt a squeeze on his hand, ad instinctively turned toward the familiar calloused palm.

'Dean.' His mind supplied, and he smiled inwardly. He idly wondered why Dean wasn't talking to him, but figured that he would find out soon enough. He pushed the heavy lids of his eyes filly open, and blinked as the fuzzy world tried to right itself. His brother was on his right, and his father stood to his left.

Sam turned his full attention to his brother, giving the man a small smile. Dean's lips were moving, but Sam didn't hear any sound coming from him. In fact when he thought about it, he didn't hear, anything. He started to panic when he looked at his father, and realized that he too was moving his lips with no sound coming from them.

XXXXX

"Sam?" Dean asked, when he noticed that through all the questions he had asked his brother, there hadn't been a response to any of them. When he looked into Sam's eyes, there was panic set there, a sheer, stark fear that seemed to run into his very soul.

"Sammy?" His father asked, seeing the same thing.

Sam squeezed his hand tighter, and reached his other hand up to his ear, then placed it to his mouth. John seemed to understand his youngest son's distress, and tapped Sam on the shoulder to get his attention.

'Can you use sign language?' John signed, looking imploringly at Sam as Sam watched the motions, a light sparking in his confused eyes.

'Yes,' Sam signed back, glad that father Jim had made his take that class while he and Dean had been stuck at his house during a werewolf hunt of his father's. He had only ever used the skill to talk to a girl named Jeanine whenever he was at the pastor's house for a hunt.

'Can you hear me?' John signed, and when Sam looked up, he saw that his father's lips were once again moving.

Shaking his head, Sam signed back an affirmative, 'No.' He looked liked a confused puppy for a moment, before he signed, 'What happened? Why can't I hear?' His eyes shown with fear, and both Dean and John's hearts twisted.

'You were in an accident.' Came the reply. John looked down at his hands for a second 'The doctors didn't think that you were going to make it. You took a pretty good knock to the head, and you weren't breathing for over twelve minutes," John took a deep breath, and looked his son in the eyes before continuing. 'The doctor said that there was a high chance of brain damage, and the fact that you can't hear confirms it. I think you hearing is the brain damage he was talking about.'

'I want to talk to him.' Sam signed adamantly. 'Or sign to him,' the look on his face conveyed the sheepishness that his tone normally would have, and John laughed, while Dean gave his brother a confused smile.

'I think that can be arranged.' John gave his youngest son a smile and turned to walk to the nurses station.

As the brother's were left alone, Dean fidgeted, not knowing how to talk to his brother. He wished that he had taken Jim's advice all those years ago and learned to sign, but his teenage mind had told him that was time better spent in the company of women.

The elder Winchester looked around the room for something to use as a means of communication. When he spotted the hospital issue pad, he grabbed it and pulled a pen out of pocket. You okay? Dean scribbled on the pad, and handed it to Sam, who smiled when he saw what his brother wrote.

Sam wrote something down, then seemed to think for a minute and wrote something else. Yeah, I'm okay. How long since the accident happened? Dean read when he reached for the pad.\

It's been a little over a month Sammy-boy... Dean's message hinted at sarcasm, and when Sam looked up to see the familiar shit-eating grin plastered on his older brother's face, he grinned, trying to think of a good response.

Sammy-boy, huh? Would have thought you could come up with a better response than that, Yogi.

Shut up, bitch.

Stuff it jerk-wad.

Eat me princess.

Eat yourself man whore. Dean looked up from the paper with a shocked expression marring his features. He looked as if he were going to say something to Sam, who wouldn't understand it anyway, but the door opened before he could.

A tall graying man stepped in the room behind his father, and Sam tensed. 'This is doctor Ryan.' John signed to Sam, hoping to relieve some of the tension in the room. 'He's been your doctor since the accident.'

'What does he say?' Sam asked, a skeptical look on his face.

His father talked to the man before nodding and looking back at Sam. 'He says we need to run some tests, but he thinks that you hearing lose may be permanent, after looking at previous scans.' John signed, and Sam took a sharp breath.

He was never going to hear again...

XXXXX

A/N: So what did you think... There's only one chapter left...

Take care... And as alway review often,

OSS