Hey everyone! Well heres the moment ya'll have been waiting for... I actually cut this chapter too... so... yea... thats all i had to say! thank you to everyone that as reviewed for me so far! you are all so amazing!

He didn't even think about it. For a long time he thought about how he was going to approach this situation with his brother… what would he say... what would he do. The right words didn't mean anything now however as he saw his brother sobbing and broken on the ground.

Now… any words at all would be the right ones…

He wasted no time running over and letting his knees hit the hard pavement alongside his brother as he grabbed him into a hug, pulling his pained brother into his arms.

"Sam what are you doing out here! It's freezing!"

Sam tried to get out of Deans embrace but failed miserably as his weak frame had no fight left to give. Instead he struggled to find his voice in an effort to tear this nightmare away from him.

"Get off me!" Sam cried. He managed to produce a weak shove but it obviously wasn't enough strength to move the figure next to him.

"Sam… calm down!" Dean worked on trying to control his little brothers flailing weak arms as they tried desperately to reach for anything to help pull him away. The closest thing was the Impala but for some reason Sam never grabbed for the nearby rear bumper and Dean couldn't help but wonder why not. Did he not believe it was there?

"Why can't I just wake up!" Tears ran down Sam's agonized face as he continued to try and struggle to get out of Deans grasp. It was of no use and deep down he knew that. But it would never stop him from trying. This couldn't be his brother! His brother was dead. He felt him die! Didn't he?This was an other one of those horrible nightmares! His mind hated him lately and this was just an other jab at his crumbling sanity.

"Sammy calm down its ok! It's…" But the older Winchesters next words never left his lips. A large hand swung around and smacked him square in the jaw, stunning him for a moment. If the situation were any different Dean would surely have not let that assault on his face go without consequence but Dean knew Sam was not himself right now and he'd let the hit slide.

"No! You're not here! This is an other Dream! Why cant I stop Dreaming!" Sam choked out through his sobbing.

Dean finally had enough. Once his mind somewhat settled from the smack his brother had just given him he decided it was time to take control of the situation.

Dean threw his arm around his brother, resting his forearm on Sam's chest and forced the younger man to have no choice but to settle down, pulling him into his chest instead of alongside him.

Sam's weak attempts to crawl away were stalled and so was the chance of an other possible strike from his arms. Dean watched his brothers' face from behind as tears continued to stream down… giving up completely.

"Sammy you aren't in a dream. This is as real as it gets little brother." Dean whispered in a soothing voice. He heart was breaking from the raw emotion his brother was showing. He had never seen him cry this badly over Jessica in the past year. Hell... He hadn't seen Sam cry like this since he was 8 years old. The sight was certainly taking its toll on the older Winchester even though he was somewhat relieved that Sam was finally letting it all out.

"No! It's my fault! It's all my fault… she said it was and she's right!"

Sam collapsed finally into Deans embrace and clutched desperately to Deans arm still wrapped around his chest pinning him.

"What's your fault Sammy? Huh? Come on little brother… talk to me here…" Dean cooed. He instantly knew who "she" was and knew damn well that he had a date with that witch bitch as soon as he figured out how to kill her. She was going to pay for traumatizing his brother.

Dean didn't let go but loosened his hold on his brother's arm and chest. The threat was gone and Sam was mush as he sobbed openly leaning angst Dean's chest. Dean could feel the hot tears hitting his forearm and winced at the feeling. He hated seeing his brother crying.

"I killed you Dean! She was right!"

"Sam you didn't…?"

"I did!" Sam snapped back, interrupting Dean's words. "Organa said so… I screwed up Dean! She was right…" Sam whispered out. His sobbing was slowing down. Only the left-over hiccups of a good cry remained.

"God damn it Sam… don't listen to her!" Dean noticed the slight flinch his brother gave at his raised voice and let go of his brother.

Sam did a good job in holding himself up in a sitting position and Dean knelt in front of him to see his brother's sad face. He kept the connection though with a soft hand on his shoulder.

"You didn't kill me Sam. I'm right here. It was an accident. I don't blame you at all and now everything is fine. We're back together now."

Sam refused to look up into Dean's eyes and that was unacceptable. If Sam was going to listen to him and believe him then he was going to have to make an attempt to snap out of this moment he was having.

Dean took his hand off his little brother's shoulder and used it to take a hold of Sam's chin, forcing him to look up and into Dean's face.

Sam let out a soft sob at the face in front of him and shut his eyes trying like hell to block out the image he woulda swore was just an other cruel trick.

"Damn it Sam! Open your eyes!"

And that was enough.

Sam slowly let his eyelids obey, looking down for a moment before connecting with Hazel eyes… his brothers eyes.

"De… Dean…" Sam choked out softly. "I'm scared"

"Of what?"

"Of… of waking up"

Sam sounded so tiny and Dean's insides melted in sadness. Dean raised his little brother. He didn't care what anyone said about the subject. He was the one that made sure Sam got to school and got home. He made him lunches or gave him money to buy it. He cooked him his meals, helped him with bullies, wiped away his tears when he was sad, gave him comfort when he was scared, made him laugh when he was angry. He was always there when Sam needed him… and although he had to leave his post unwillingly in that department the past couple of months he was here now… and Sam was going to understand that again sooner or later.

Sam reached his hand up and grabbed the fabric of the arm of Dean's shirt, wrapping his fingers into fists… desperately clutching now. A completely different instance then before when Sam was trying to push him away. Now he had a death grip like when he was a little kid and just woke up from a nightmare... or had just scrapped his knee.

When he'd fall of his bike. Dean remembered those tiny hands always speaking louder then his younger brothers voice did. Sam needed him and they grabbed for him with such urgency and need. Sam needed him to be real... he needed him to BE there.

"You aren't sleeping Sammy… here." Dean reached over to his brother's arm and without warning he took his thumb and middle finger and gave Sam a good hard pinch.

Sam jumped quickly away at the sudden pain and pulled his arm away from Dean with a shocked and hurt look on his face.

"What the…?" He questioned before taking on the task of rubbing the spot on his arm that was starting to turn a reddish color.

"Hurt didn't it?" Sam looked up at his brother's smirk and heard the amusement in his voice… and for once felt somewhat normal again.

"No… it tickled…" Sam replied with a glare and sarcasm suddenly dripping from his once saddened voice.

Dean laughed out loud and Sam thought it was the best sound in the world.

"Well if you WERE dreaming Sammy boy that wouldn't have hurt now would it?"

"Uh… sometimes…" Sam admitted. Its true… he HAD felt pain in his weird and scary dreams before. He'd never told Dean until now. He hung his head and stared at his fingers still rubbing the sore spot on his arm.

"Really? Huh…." Dean wasn't expecting that answer. It had just occurred to him just how much his brother could keep from him. All this time he had thought Sam's dreams were just because of Jessica's death and probably being fucking screwed up from their whacked out childhood. But what if there was more to it?

"Well that ruined my whole plan." Dean continued while standing up straight and putting his hands on his hips.

"Sorry…" Sam replied risking a glance up at his big brother, partly making sure he was still standing there.

"Whatever." Shrugging of Sam's apology and extended his hand to help his brother up off the ground. Sam had stopped crying and seemed to look more coherent now that he was more awake and it was time to cut "The Notebook"-esk moment and return to the real world… literally it seemed in Sam's case. "Ok Sammy… time to get up off the asphalt."

Sam said nothing but slowly reached for Dean's hand. His stomach lurched for a second while a gaggle of butterflies took flight. A flash of Dean disappearing just before he could grab his brothers hand caused the scatter of those wings and Sam closed his eyes just as he felt a warm reassuring grip help pull him to his wobbly feet.

That's when he finally felt it. A connection… THE connection he was missing for so long. The comfort and security that went with that firm hand ran through him like fire and as soon as he could risk movement, Sam leaned foreword, slamming his chest into his brothers and wrapped his arms around him.

Dean didn't even have a chance to react as the hug ended as quickly as it began and Sam stepped back to see his brother's face. Dean knew that Sam was aware of his big brothers dislike for mushy moments and intimate closeness with his sibling but ... Sammy needed that closeness.

And what Sam didn't know was that Dean would have allowed it this once. Sam however never gave him a chance to show that.

"I can't believe you're here Dean." Sam admitted with wet eyes obviously avoiding the hug incident. He wouldn't let himself cry again. That was enough tears for a long time.

"Yea… I noticed that."

"How is this possible? What's going on?"

"Now THAT there is a long story that I think should be saved for the morning. We should get back in the room. The girls…" Dean glanced to the doorway of their motel room and caught two pairs of eyes locked on them. "…Well maybe theyWONT be wondering where we are…"

Sam turned his attention to where Dean was looking and squinted his eyes. His vision was still a little funky but he clearly saw two heads poked out of the door.

"I saw Tracy but who else is there?"

"Jenn."

"Jenn?"

"Yea."

"Jenn who?"

Dean made a motion for them to start walking back to the room before answering. It was time to move this conversation inside the Salt barriers he put up in the room. The witch was still out there and it would be just like her to show up now.

"My nurse."

"Nurse Jenn! Really!" Sam winced slightly at his enthusiastic reply. "Why'd she come with you? Are you ok?"

Dean made a screw face at the question.

"Sammy you're worse off then I am dude! You probably have a concussion and you look like one of those malnourished children in those commercials on TV." Dean pointed out while gesturing at Sam's skinny frame.

"I'm not malnourished."

"Ok you look like that Olsen twin… what ever her name is. Is that a better description?"

"Dean seriously!"

"I'm fine Sam… She wanted to come along." The older brother finally admitted in a serious tone to let Sam know that it was the truth.

"Wanted?"

"Yea… I guess she uh… saw more then she should have or something. I don't know but she fought me on it. She's a tough one."

Sam looked over at Dean to see his expression. Did he like her? Why else would Dean bring her along? Sam didn't know yet what happened but obviously that would always be the first thing that came to his mind. Dean's face didn't show any hints that would go with his assumption and shrugged it off for now till he knew the details.

Right before he took his stare off his brother his eye caught something and he stopped dead in his tracks.

"Dean!" Sam reached over and touched a spot on the side of Dean's head causing the other man to hiss and shove the hand away hard.

"Hey!" Dean seethed and gave Sammy a confused look.

"What happened to your head!… Again!"

"Its nothing Sammy… its ok. Don't worry about it."

"Dean! What happened?"

"Jesus Sam! I got in a fight ok! That's it. Relax."

"That's it! Dean you can't get hit in the head again! What if… what if you…" But Sam couldn't finish his sentence. He just couldn't say it… and he didn't have to. Dean knew far too well what Sam was getting at.

"There's stuff you don't know yet Sam. Seriously. I'm fine. We're not going to do this conversation tonight and especially notin the parking lot. You need some sleep first and I'll tell you on the way back to your friend Tracy's."

Dean's voice had that "And that's final" tone to it and Sam turned back towards the door accepting that he had to wait for all the gory details.

Besides… his head hurt so much that he didn't know if he could make room for any information or even find the concentration to take any in at all. And his heart wasn't done leaping for joy at having his brother back. He'd be able to hold all his questions at bay for now with just that happy emotion alone. A part of him still couldn't believe it but Sam decided to just go with it. Dream or not he'd find out sooner or later.

At least for the moment he was back with his brother.

The boys finally made it to the now vacant door and Dean ushered Sam inside. Jenn and Tracy were sitting on the bed, not even bothering to fake sleep as they watched the two brothers come back in. Jenn was immediately on her feet and scurrying over to Sam as he sat down gingerly on the other bed.

"Let me see your head Sam." She demanded in a stern tone. Sam had no fight in him now and leaned his head foreword so the short nurse could take a look. She ran her fingers gently through his long locks feeling for any knots or lumps.

"Well I don't feel anything. Does any one specific place hurt?"

Sam sat for a second before pointing to the lower back of his head. Jenn replaced Sam's fingers with hers and felt around the area. Sure enough she found a tender knot growing and winced sympathetically for Sam as he hissed before pulling away. She reached over to the nightstand and grabbed a bottle of Motrin and poured out 4 tablets in her hand. Tracy showed up with a bottle of water and Sam gulped down the painkillers without a fight.

"See… If all patients were as easy going as you are things would go a lot smoother." Jenn said while watching Sam smile weakly and pull himself up to a pillow to lie down.

"That better not be a hint thrown at me." Dean added while grabbing his fathers Journal and sitting down next to Sam on the bed.

"Not at all Dean. You were very easy! It was when you opened your eyes that all hell broke loose. You didn't even struggle when orderlys gave you your baths while you were in your… weird coma." Weird… yea… Weird was the only way she could put it right now.

"Ok quit while you're ahead… " Dean grumbled as he flipped the pages of the journal in a heated fashion.

Sam couldn't help but smile widely at the interaction. "I think you hit a nerve Nurse Jenn" he slipped out in almost a whisper as sleep started to cling to Sam's words.

Jenn smiled down at Sam and walked over to throw the end of the blanket over his long legs. "Well its good that I know where to find them huh Sam? But enough for tonight. I think your brother has had enough for now. We'll tease him in the morning. You are behind on your quota I'm sure."

"Yea…" Sam mumbles as his eyes slid shut. The comfort of having his brother next to him was overwhelming and sleep came fast and furious to the young Winchester. The last he knew was a gentle voice in his ear saying… "Night Sammy."

Sam was way passed the point of no return into slumber to respond verbally. But a content smile graced his lips at his brothers voice andhe snuggled farther under the motel comforter.