Author's Note: Thanks for all the reviews. I love 'em :] Unfortunately, this is the last chapter. Thank you for everyone who has read, reviewed, story alert'ed or author alert'ed. Thanks so much. I means a lot to me and keeps me writing.

I hope you've liked the story and the little brotherly love that has been going on :] We all know we need some of that this season.

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Now, let's end this adventure.

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"Let's go Dean," Sam grabbed the bag that was resting on the table.

"Finally gettin' outta this hell hole," Dean muttered slipping his jacket on. He stuffed his hands in his pocket waiting for Sam to walk. Dean motioned for Sam to move. "You're the one who has to sign all the discharge papers."

"I know, hold your horses," Sam muttered hefting the bag onto his shoulder. He glanced back at his brother who was still pale and had circles under his eyes. He was better. Much better from when Sam first found out Dean was sick. He could actually talk without puking and he could walk on his own. It would still take a while before Dean got back on his feet but once he did, Sam would wish he was sick again. It happened every time and it will happen every time from here on out.

Sam left the room with Dean close on his tail. Sam had the primary discharge papers filled out but now he needed to fill out the more complicated ones. He hated filling those out. They took forever and repeated the same thing on countless forms.

Sam arrived at the counter and asked for the papers. The nurse walked him through what he had to sign and filled everything out at the appropriate spots. After a half an hour of the complex papers, Sam turned to Dean who was now sitting in the chair snoring. Sam nudge Dean's leg attempting to wake him, "C'mon Dean wake up. You can walk out yourself."

Dean jumped awake. "I wasn't asleep, I was just resting my eyes."

"Right because you were totally snoring," Sam snorted.

"Was not."

"Yeah, you were Dean."

Dean muttered something under his breath as they stopped in front of the elevators. Sam slid his hands in the pockets of his jeans waiting for the elevator.

"I never have liked elevators," Dean said, out of the blue.

Sam raised his eye brow glancing over at Dean. "Why's that?"

"Don't you remember when you were eleven and I was fifteen. Dad took us on a hunt," the elevator doors opened and they stepped in. Sam hit the first floor button as the doors slid sht. "We were in a factory and you and I went to the elevator. We were inside when the power went out. Remember how scared you were? You almost peed your pants." Dean chuckled.

Sam frowned remembering this event. "You would have if you were eleven, hunting a spirit, and the power went out trapping you in the middle of the elevator shaft."

"Didn't I just say I was scared of elevators?" Dean asked.

"True," Sam muttered going quiet. His brother was already getting back to his normal self.

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"I'm driving," Dean declared grabbing the keys from Sam's hand.

"No," Sam snatched them back. "I'm driving. Last time you drove, you passed out while driving. I'm not going to have that happen again."

"It's my car," Dean argued.

"And you're my big brother. Would you let me drive my car if I passed out at the wheel and was sick for two weeks?" Dean didn't respond. "That's what I thought," Sam went around to the back and threw the bag in.

"Where are we going Sammy?" Dean asked, sitting on the passenger seat. It felt odd to him. He was suppose to be in the driver's seat. That was his spot much like the passenger seat was Sam's.

"Back to the motel to get the rest of our stuff and then hit the road." It wasn't even noon and they had time to hit the road. Sam figured Dean would fall asleep as soon as they left from the motel. He was still recovering and needed all the sleep he could get.

Dean made a face. "Alright."

"What?"

"Nothing."

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Sam grabbed the rest of the bags while Dean checked out. "Sorry about the uh mess… I was really sick." Dean took the receipt and the credit card from the man.

"Don't worry, people get sick. It's nothing we can prevent. It happens all the time."

"Right." Dean shoved his wallet into his back pocket.

"Glad to see that you're better," The man opened a door, put something inside, and closed it.

"Me too. Thanks again for the room," Dean left the man to go back to Sam.

He was starting to feel sick again but not the same feeling he had before. Just an ache tired sick. Dean just wanted to hit the road, sleep, and try to hide the fact that he wasn't feeling great from Sam. He'd have to see how well that'd work.

"Ready?" Sam asked as Dean approached him.

"Born ready," Dean joked, climbing in the Impala.

Sam started up the car and pulled out of the motel. "What took you so long?"

"I apologized to man at the desk for the mess," Dean shrugged, shrinking down into the seat to get a comfortable position for his head to rest against the window.

"Ah," Sam pulled out on to the road in the direction of the main highway.

"Careful with the turns! Don't hurt my baby!" Dean shouted at Sam.

"Dean, chill, I know how to drive," Sam grumbled taking the ramp onto the highway.

"Sometimes I highly doubt that."

"Maybe you should let me drive more," Sam responded.

"This is only because you used logic on me," Dean snorted. Sam rolled his eyes and remained silent.

Ten minutes later, Sam glanced over at Dean who was asleep against the window of the Impala. Sam smiled, leaned back in the seat with the radio quietly playing in the background. He put the town and the stress behind him as he cruised down the highway.