Authors Note: This part was an afterthought because I was going to have part 7 as the last but then it dragged on a bit and people wanted to know what happened after and then I heard the Crossfade song which inspired me to write this. Thanks for reading :) And a huge thanks to my friend Tazzi who typed up Chapter 7 for me! Thank you to Amy as well for helping me with a line or two and a huge thanks to Husna for typing this up!

I never really wanted you to see
The screwed up side of me that I keep
Locked inside of me so deep
It always seems to get to me
I never really wanted you to go
So many things you should have known
I guess for me there's just no hope
I never meant to be so cold

TWO WEEKS LATER

Dean crumpled up the paper cup and he tossed it in the bin. He'd been doing that repeatedly for the last two weeks, he'd even gotten used to the smell of the hospital – disinfectant mixed with something else. He'd practically lived in the hospital for two weeks, he'd only left to shower and change and make phone calls if he needed to. He was angry with himself; he'd been through what had happened so many times. He remembered how he'd been rooted to the spot, he remembered the way that Sam had launched himself in front of him and taken the bullet. He remembered how numb he'd felt when the cops had been asking all those questions. He remembered how lifeless Sam had looked as they carried him onto the stretcher. The blood; there had been so much blood. He wasn't going to make it, that's what Dean had thought. But he'd been proven wrong; Sammy was a tough guy – he pulled through. Sam had woken up a couple of days ago – the nurses had told him. But Dean was to afraid to go and see him, the guilt was too much. So he'd wait until Sam was asleep and then he'd go and sit with him. But he'd have to go and see Sam eventually; it might as well be now. He breathed in deeply as he stood up, he walked towards the door hesitantly. He realised the he'd been holding hid breath. Just act normal he told himself as he entered the room. Sam looked up as Dean entered the room. He blinked a couple of times but he didn't say anything.

Dean frowned slightly for a moment but then he smiled and said "Hey Sam" in a light voice. Sam blinked up at Dean and said "Who are you?" in a small voice.

Dean felt panic rising up inside of himself. Sam didn't remember him?

"Its…me…Dean." He said slowly. Sam titled his head to the side. "Dean…?" he asked in confused voice. They looked at each other for a moment and Sam suddenly burst into laughter.

"Dean, you should've seen your face" he said as he winced in pain. Dean glared at Sam angrily, "Sam?! You scared the hell out of me! What'd you do that for?" said Dean in an annoyed voice. Sam chuckled and said "I've been awake for a couple of days and you hadn't come in until now"

"So you thought you'd pretend to be suffering from memory loss" Dean asked. Sam nodded.

"Now we're even" he managed to say. Dean thought about saying something witty but he decided not to. "Bitch" "Jerk" Dean chuckled and Sam smiled weakly.

"So how are you feeling?" Dean asked. "Like I've taken a bullet for my brother" was Sam's reply. Dean looked away guiltily. "Yeah I'm sorry about that…I don't know what ha-"

"Dean" Sam interrupted "it wasn't your fault…it's weird but I shot myself didn't I?"

"That wasn't you, Sammy." Dean said quietly.

"Yeah I don't want to believe it either, but that WAS me, Dean…it's like I was cursed or something" Sam explained.

"So what about that other Sam?" Dean asked. "He's a part of me I guess, he's inside my soul or whatever." Dean could see that Sam was tired so he didn't say anything else. Sam wondered if Dark Sam would make another appearance. Was that really what he'd become?

"What about you?" Sam asked dean. Dean looked up at Sam, "What about me?" "Well…you know… the deal, I feel like we've lost two weeks. It may not seem like it but that's a lot of time…"Sam trailed off when he saw the look on Dean's Face. Dean was looking at Sam like he was mad. Sam shrugged. "What?" he said defensively.

"You're lying in hospital, you're seriously hurt and you could have died, Sam, and you're worrying about the stupid deal? You should be worrying about yourself."

"Yeah well, I'm worried about you, Dean, worried that you're going to do anything to help yourself".

Dean didn't bother to reply and Sam Sighed, "I'm sorry, sorry about what I said before the whole thing happened. I didn't mean any of it. I just want you to know that". He said in an earnest voice. Dean had forgotten all about that. He'd been so worried about Sam going missing that he didn't even remember being angry,. "I know…" he said and he turned and walked towards the door. "I'll leave you to get some rest, I'll see you.

"Dean, wait, we need to-"Sam's reply was cut off by the door shutting. Dean had already gone. Sam sighed again, a defeated look on his face.

Dean didn't want to talk about it and most of all he didn't 'want' to do anything. Sam wasn't concerned though, Dean still had some fight left inside of him. Sam was sure of it, and he was going to do his best to get Dean out of the deal. Dean had saved his life and he was determined to do the same.