After Effect

By: chocolate rules

A/N: Ani-maniac494 pointed out to me that Sam would be on a ventilator, not in an "incubator". Apparenttly, incubators are only used on infants. Well, you learn something new everyday! So, thanks Ani-maniac494!. I'll try and go and fix that but, I might just leave it with this note. Hehe, lazy I know!

A/N2: Thanks for all the reviews:D A lot were ppl mad that I left Sam alone...this fixes it ok! It's the evil plot bunnies, I tell ya! As for the whole Calder thing, I just puts some letters together and let the computer autocorrect it. Funny way to come up with a name right ? LoL.

A/N3: Yes, Mandy543, John really had to die :'( The plot bunnies said so. And thanks for pointing out that its Devil's Trap not Death Trap, I have no idea why I did that but I fixed it :D

(Post Devil's Trap)

Chapter 3: A Round of Twenty Questions

Sam awoke to the sound of hushed voices. This time he kept his eyes closed as he feared it was the nurses and doctor talking about his unstable mind and how he was in shock or what ever it was that they talked about.

He heard three different voices and thought that they sounded somewhat familiar. But it was most defiantly not who he wanted it to be, so he kept his eyes closed.

And then his ears must have been playing games with him. Was that…could that really be…was he still dreaming…or had his previous 'awakened' state been a dream?

Instantly, Sam flung his eyes open. Okay, so not that 'instantly' since apparently something of his previous awakening was true and his eyes felt heavy. Once he did have them opened, he looked around and to his right was the most beautiful sight he'd ever seen. Okay, now that that thought had crept him out…

"Dean?" Sam asked. A wide and honest grin responded him.

"So kind of you to join us here, kiddo." Dean replied. The sarcasm was well welcomed and that grin was the closet thing that Sam knew to call home. Dean was ok and he wasn't alone. Everything was ok.

"Wha-"he started.

"Later, Sam." Dean said softly. He gripped Sam's hand and it was then that Sam noticed that his right hand had been in Dean's grasp the whole time.

Sam stared at Dean for awhile before Dean laughed softly and shook his head.

"Dude, you're staring at me, stop it." Dean said sounding funnily like he was no older than ten. Same old Dean.

"Sorry," Sam rasped out. Dean, of course, noted the hoarseness in his voice and reached over for a glass of water. He brought it back to Sam's lips and Sam thankfully drank that, much like in his dream. Because now he knew that it had been a dream.

Now he also noticed that the other voices in the room had stopped talking. It nerved him a little that it might have been in his head because all he had seen was Dean, and that had been what he had been looking for. Why keep looking if he had already found him?

He was curious now, but he didn't want to loose sight of Dean, however sad that was it wasn't like anyone could read his thoughts and laugh at that-mainly Dean that is.

"Better?" Dean asked as Sam finished the water off, it hadn't been much anyway.

Sam nodded and kept on staring at him.

"What?"

"What happened?" Sam asked, much clearer this time.

"Later, Sam."

"Why'm I in the hospital?"

"What do you remember?" Dean countered.

"I was driving and a truck hit us." Sam said keeping the rest at bay. And then he remembered something else."It hit Dad. Where's he Dean?"

Dean hung his head on that one, not willing to answer. So maybe there was more truth to his dream then he thought.

"no." Sam said in such a little kid voice that it visibly tore Dean up as he looked back up in time to see a tear stream down Sam's face. Dean smirk best he could and tried best he could to comfort his little brother like he always had, but seeing as he had never been in this positon he really didn't know what to say.

"Yeah," well he tried but everything else sounded stupid in his head why shouldn't it out loud.

Sam opened and closed his mouth a few times a few more tears fell silently that Dean was about to lose all control that he had kept all this time.

"When?"

"Right on sight. Never made it out." Dean replied.

"How long?" Sam asked looking back to Dean from where he had allowed his eyes to shift to Dean's collar.

"Two weeks. And don't ask anything else. I don't want to talk about that right now. You're still in here and that's all we have to worry about." Dean said and he sounded like he was about to break to Sam's expert-on-Dean ears. However, he still ignore it.

"Where is he?" he asked and Dean rolled his eyes. That gave Sam some relief because Dean wouldn't be able to roll his eyes if something was really, really wrong.

"With Mom now shut up, ok? Can't you ask normal questions, like when do I get the hell out of here or something?"

"Ok." Sam said and stared at Dean waiting for a response to the unasked question that Dean then realized he had just asked.

"A few days, observations and all. Nothing's really wrong with you, you're just to stubborn to wake up before you feel like it." Dean supplied badly attempting to bring some light back to their conversation.

"Shouldn't you be calling the doctor or something?" Sam asked. He was sure that he would be bouncing on the walls after two weeks if Dean had been in the hospital unresponsive.

"Nah, he knew you were going to wake up some time today and everything's fine with you so no real need."

This chapter and chapter 4 kept switching titles names on me, but I think this title works better. You'll see what I mean when chapter 4 comes out. :D

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