Disclaimer: I do not own anything recognizable in the following story. The characters that you don't recognize are figments of my imagination and still I claim no ownership. Supernatural belongs to the WB, the CW and all. I haven't made a profit on this story so please don't sue. I don't own anything anyway so there's nothing to gain from it.

Author's note: Well here is the last chapter. I hope you enjoyed the ride.

To angel679, KatieLB, and pandora jazz thank you for sticking it out with the story from the first chapter and leaving reviews. It stokes the fires of my creativity and makes me want to write more. And to lynxlan without your guidance these stories would never see the light of day. Thanks for always finding the time to beta and give me words of encouragement. It is appreciated my friend.

The time that Joshua thinks back on is another story that I did called Casualties. In it Dean is 16 and Sam is 12 (Dean should've been 14 and Sam 10. Maybe at some point I'll go back and fix it.). It's a very long two chaptered flashback story. (I think it was better than this one, but that's just me)

For those of you who have read without reviewing I hope you enjoyed the ride. :-)

Chapter 9

Sam stumbled into the motel room with his arms full of literature and the notebook. He put the laptop down on the table carefully and let the papers fall onto the table. Grabbing some take out trash he tossed it onto the counter to get it out of the way. He sighed softly as he slowly sat down at the table and booted up the computer. It only took a moment but it felt like forever.

He shook his head. "You can have me tossed out of the hospital but if you think I'm going to give up on you Dean you're sorely mistaken," he said softly.

He opened up the internet and began to research hearts, heart conditions, heart attacks and anything else he could think of in reference to his brother's condition. He spent hours hunched over the keyboard making notes and printing out information. When he couldn't keep his eyes open he ran out for a cup of coffee and a snack quickly returning to continue his research. It was one thing he was thankful for about Stanford. He hadn't been a stranger to researching and long nights before attending the school, but it had definitely strengthened his endurance to running longer on less sleep.

There was a way to save Dean and he was going to find it. There was no way he could do this job without his brother. His brother raised him, listened to him, gave him advice and had always been there as his tower of personal strength. There was no way he was going to let him down. Dean couldn't die because he needed him too much to let death have him.

"You're too good for death Dean. You'd be bored silly floating around on a white fluffy cloud. And there's no way you'd enjoy playing the harp. You'd be demanding Clapton, Zeppelin, AC/DC, Metallica and CCR. Before you know it they'd be tossing you out for making too much of a disturbance," Sam mumbled to himself. "So actually if you're listening up there I'm trying to do you a favour. Help me out here. Dean's a lousy house guest."

Sam sighed leaned back and rubbed his eyes. "Great. Now you're talking to yourself and to the higher-ups as if they're here."

He glanced over at the clock and he realized that he'd been working at this for over fifteen hours. His stomach was growling loudly and he knew that if he didn't get more coffee he'd be sleeping on his laptop instead of researching on it. Looking at the printed materials that he'd gotten at the hospital he moved over to the bed. He skimmed through the information one more time hoping to see something he may have missed the first time around but didn't find anything. His stomach rumbled loudly again.

He slowly got up and stretched out his muscles grimacing at the popping of his stiff joints. Grabbing the keys to the Impala he picked up his wallet and his jacket and left the motel. A few moments later his cell phone rang on the table.

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Joshua sat at his desk at his clinic deeply troubled at the message he'd just listened to on his voice mail. Sam Winchester had left him a disturbing message about his older brother Dean. How someone so young and healthy could have suffered a heart attack and be close to deaths door was beyond him. There was more to the story he was sure but knew he wouldn't get it.

He remembered the young boys that had appeared late one night at his house. A fight had gone bad in a big way and Dean had brought his broken family to his place. The boy had been pretty messed up but wouldn't give up until he knew his family had been looked after first, especially his little brother.

As worried as he was over Dean he struggled with himself over whether or not he should give out the information. He and Matt knew that there was somthing off with LeGrange they just didn't know what it was. But given the choice between life or death he'd always choose life. He supposed it was the reason he worked so hard at saving animals everyday and he realized that his decision wasn't so difficult after all. When the decision was to live or die he'd rather see Dean live and he was happy that he could give them some help. Even if it was just to pass on Reverend LeGrange's name. Sam would get his brother the help he desperately needed.

Joshua picked up his phone and dialled the number Sam had left on his voice mail. He was a little disappointed when he was connected through to voicemail.

"Hey Sam it's Joshua returning your call. I'm sorry to hear about Dean but I might have some good news. Just got back from investigating a faith healer. To our surprise the man's the real deal and his name's Reverend Roy LeGrange. I'm just fishing out the address here," he said as he moved papers around on his desk to find what he was looking for. He found it and gave the address to Sam. "Listen Sam you know you and your brother are welcome at the farm anytime. If this doesn't work or it does work and you guys need a couple of days or month to recoup I want you to come here, ok? Well take care and be sure to let me know how it turns out."

Joshua sighed as he ended the call and put his phone down on his desk. He hoped the young man could be cured.

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Sam walked into the motel room precariously balancing a pizza box and coffee in one hand while struggling with opening the door with the other. He grabbed his coffee before it could topple from the pizza box and kicked the door closed with the back of his foot. He put down the items in his hand and yawned.

"No rest for the weary," he said to himself as he sat down at the table.

Sam jumped as his phone vibrated and moved slightly on the table. He'd missed the blinking light on the phone and it only vibrated when the message was urgent. Staring at the device for a moment he hesitantly picked it up. Silently reminding himself to not get his hopes up he played back the message.

Slowly a smile emerged on his face and hope shone like a beacon from his eyes. He could get his brother the help he needed. Grabbing a pen and paper he quickly wrote out the address for the faith healer Joshua had left for him. Closing his phone Sam just sat there for a moment feeling the relief run through him. He was going to help Dean. His big brother really wasn't going to die and he was not going to lose the one person in his life that he couldn't live without.

He stood up quickly making his head swim and he slowly sunk back down onto the bed. He closed his eyes as he sat there with his head resting in his hands. He needed to be calm before going to get Dean and hitting the road.

He paused for a moment. They didn't believe in faith healers and Dean would never go see one voluntarily. Sam shrugged at his inner monologue. He didn't actually have to use the word doctor, did he?

He stood up slowly and took a long drink of his cool coffee. He realized there was one more thing he needed to do before going to the hospital. Sitting back down on the bed he placed his coffee on the night stand and picked up his phone. He cleared his throat surprised to see how choked up he seemed to sound.

Taking a deep breath he went though his favourites, selected a name and pressed send. He waited for the voice mail greeting to finish.

"Hey Dad it's Sam. Ah… Sorry for bugging you with this. But ah it's Dean. He's sick and the doctors say there's nothing they can do. But ah they don't know the things we know right. So don't worry cause I'm going to do what ever it takes to get him better. All right. Just thought you should know."

Sam tossed the phone onto the bed as he tried to calm down and push back the frustration he felt towards his father. He could feel the tears gather but he would not let them fall. For once the man could pick up the phone when he called. Just once. This was about Dean. It was important. More important than whatever his father was currently working on.

He glanced up sharply as a light knock sounded at the door. His heart skipped a beat and then sped up in fear. The credit card he'd used for the room was a new one. Had it been found out that he wasn't actually Rex Middleton?

He stood up slowly. Whatever it was he'd have to deal with it quickly. He had to go get his brother and head for Nebraska. He'd save his brother. There was no other option.

Taking a breath he steadied himself for the oncoming argument with the owner of the motel, or worse police officers. He opened the motel room door and to his surprise found his brother standing there.

The End.