Chapter 5

Sorry for the long wait, no fricken internet at my mom's! :( Had to update at school lol :)

Okay, a part of this story might be a little confusing so I'm gonna explain it to ya: so both Dean and John are gonna get a call from the hospital( a couple minutes apart) but I'm gonna put both their reactions/responses in one paragraph. Does that make sense? Well anyways, slanted is the doctor BOLD is John and slanted bold is Dean, alright? I hope that makes sense to you guys so enjoy this next chapter! :)

Dean and John watched in fear as the doctors desperately tried to resuscitate Sam. Before they knew it, the two could hear the weak sound of the heart beating on the monitor. Dean closed his eyes and took a weary breath

God damn it, how many times has this kid died? This never should have happened in the first place. What the hell were they fucking thinking? He knew that the littlest amount of stress thrown Sam's way in his current condition would result in deadly consequences. He really should not have let his dad get under his skin like that or at least they should've taken the fight outside.

Suddenly, someone cleared their throat and the two older men turned around, only to face a very unhappy looking Dr. Mackey.

"We got your brother stable, but because of whatever happened between you too," he said waving a finger at them, "his stress levels went through the roof." Then he looked at John; he'd never seen him before.

"And who are you?"

"I'm John, Sam's father," John said gruffly. He really hated hospitals.

"Well, anyways, I don't know what went on between you two, but it needs to stop. Our staff could hear you all the way down the hallway and now you both are delaying your brother's recovery. We also had to intubate Sam again after we restarted his heart- which was a miracle we were able to do so- because he, once again, stopped breathing. This is a major setback for Sam and now his chances of surviving are slim. I suggest you two work out whatever tiff you have with each other during the time you are banned."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, banned?" Dean questioned

"You heard me; until I feel that Sam is strong enough, considering if he makes it through the night or not, I hereby forbid you both from seeing him. I will let you know when you can return and I'll also update you on his progress.

"You can't keep me from seeing my own son!" John shouted.

"Sir, this is my hospital, therefore my rules." Then Dr. Mackey's face softened. "Look, if you truly care about Sam, then you won't fight me. Your brother- your son, he needs peace and quiet; the arguments just will make it worse. He needs your support; think about that." The doctor sighed and left the two older Winchesters alone.

Dean sighed angrily and wiped his hand down his face. He turned to his dad and gave him a look of disappointment and disgust.

"You just had to start a fight in front of Sam. You couldn't have waited three fucking minutes to get outside? What the hell is wrong with you?" Dean turned and stalked off.

"Dean-" John said, placing a firm hand on Dean's shoulder.

Dean jerked away violently. "Don't…just-" Dean shook his head and kept on walking until he was out of his dad's sight.

John sighed tiredly and scratched his beard. What the HELL was he thinking? He weakly sank into a nearby chair and put his head in his hands. He ruined everything; why is it that he ruined everything? His youngest son was probably dying now because he couldn't keep his damn mouth shut. God John you're such a fucking ass. He took a deep breath and rubbed his eyes to rid the tears that were already trickling down his cheek. He needed to make things right…immediately.

~+SPN+~

Dean got into the Impala and slammed the door. For a moment, he sat quietly before he began pounding his clenched first on the steering wheel. He knew he was being given strange looks by the passersby, but he didn't care. Nothing mattered right now, but Sam. When he finished, he laid his face in his hands and let the dam break, tears flowing out like a river.

God damn it, Sammy, I'm so sorry. I never should have called dad, then maybe you wouldn't be getting worse.

After what seemed like hours, Dean lifted his head and wiped his face. Sniffing, he decided he needed to clear his head. Unstable hands put the car in reverse and peeled out of the hospital parking lot. There was someplace he felt he really needed to go.

~+SPN+~

"I know I don't do this very often…actually, I never do this…umm, damn it why is this so difficult?"

Dean was sitting on the church bench; his hands weaved firmly together, as they trembled violently. He had to pray. He felt that God should owe him and Sam after all the shit they've been through.

"You can't friggin' take Sam away from me…please. He's all I have and I don't wanna lose him. I don't know if I could live with him gone; in fact, I know I won't be able to. If you take him, I might as well get on the same train. My dad? Well, he's always been better off without us, anyways, it's not like it'd be a huge change for the man." Dean exhaled and stopped for a moment. His dad could take this demon out by himself, right? He was obsessed with the damn thing; he'd beat the son of a bitch to pulp when he found him.

"I'm beggin' you, we have a fight to end and I bet Sammy wouldn't be too thrilled if he wasn't a part of it. So…just give him another chance and…and I have to apologize to him, if he dies, it won't mean anything to a…to a d-dead body," he finished in a choked voice.

He sighed inwardly as he stood up and left the church, feeling that there was nothing else he could say or do. He breathed in the fresh wintry air and paused. He had no idea what to do next; he couldn't go back to the hospital- there was no point in going if he couldn't see his brother- and he didn't feel it was safe to drive in the unstable condition that he was in. He looked up and down the street and to his left, he noticed a small motel village. Well, I guess a little pay-per-view T.V will kill the time. He walked to the building, leaving his car in the church parking lot, and walked into the office.

"One room with a king sized bed, please," he said quietly to the blonde haired lady. She flashed him a flirtatious grin, but he was in no mood to return it. Her smile instantly disappeared, noticing the somber look on the cute guy's face.

"Is everything alright?" She asked with concern.

Dean looked up and gave his credit card to the young lady.

"Umm, y-yeah j-just tired. My brother he's- he's in the hospital and, uh, it's not looking too good." He could feel the tears well up in the corner of his eyes, but he had to keep a brave face on…at least until he was alone.

"Oh, I'm terribly sorry. You can stay as long as you want to, free of charge," the blonde said, sliding the piece of plastic back to Dean instead of signing him in.

"A-are you serious? Thanks, it- it helps to be near the hospital in case something…in case something happens to him, you know?"

The girl nodded sadly and gave him the room key. "Here you are, sir, and enjoy your stay. I'll be praying for your brother…"

"Sam."

"Sam. I sure hope he gets better."

"Thanks." Dean smiled weakly and left the office, making his way to his room.

When he finally got into the safety of the enclosed space, he bolted to the bathroom, suddenly feeling nauseous. After he was done upchucking everything he may have eaten- not that it was much- he wiped his mouth and stumbled to the bed, collapsing on it heavily. He immediately passed out, not even bothering to remove his boots or get under the sheets. He. Was. Exhausted.

~+SPN+~

John walked down the road quietly, thinking about…well everything. He really screwed things up with his boys, and he felt it was, mostly, with his eldest. Speaking of Dean, he had no idea where the hell the kid went. He figured, though, that his son was cooling off and clearing his head, which was probably a good thing, because Dean had sounded like he wanted to rip him apart. Dean was absolutely pissed at him, but who could blame the guy? He completely ruined his younger son's recovery and no doubt weighed down Dean with more guilt that he didn't need.

He passed a building and it instantly caught his eye; a building that looked very much like a bar. He put himself in reverse until he was standing near the entrance. A young couple, maybe no more than twenty three years old each came stumbling out of the bar…and it was only three in the afternoon. He almost wondered why anyone would be drinking at this time of day, but he remembered the days when he'd do the same. It was only a week or two after Mary's death when he started. But all that washed away when the sweet smell of alcohol wafted under his nose. He wanted a drink…like he desperately needed a drink to drown out his guilt and shame. But something was telling him it was a bad idea, that it would just make things a whole lot worse.

He sighed in resignation as he averted his eyes away and kept walking. He didn't care where; he just needed to get away from the alcohol before he changed his mind. No too far down to the right he saw a motel village. He figured he could just wait it out there until he was able to see his son or if he found Dean. Running a hand through his hair, he started toward the motel. After checking in, getting the keys and entering his, not so luxurious, room, he sat down on the bed and took his phone out for the twentieth time. No missed calls and no voicemails…as expected. He went to contacts and scrolled down to Dean; hesitating, his finger hovered over the call button before deciding against it and hitting cancel. Dean would call when he was ready.

~+SPN+~

1 ½ days later

His head hurt, his throat hurt, his chest hurt, his whole body hurt. Why did everything hurt? He could vaguely make out some sort of beeping sound near his left ear and as he started to come to, he felt something shoved down his throat. Now he was in pain and scared; he couldn't breathe, why couldn't he breathe? Then a thought popped into his mind: where was Dean? Had they been hunting and the whole thing gone south? Was he hurt? Was Dean? He had to find out, but he felt so heavy, so weighted down by nothing. He sensed his breathing increase, coming out it short gasps and in seconds, something touched him gently, delivering words of comfort. Was it Dean? No, it was a more feminine voice…he wanted his older brother, so the soft whispers did nothing to calm his nerves.

"I need help in here!" He heard the voice yell. God! Couldn't they just shut up? His head was already pounding. He felt more hands wrap around his arms and legs, trying to keep him from moving. Then another voice materialized; it was a much deeper voice, but it still wasn't his brother.

"Sam? Sam, you need to calm down! He's not lucid, the wires and tube might do more damage to something vital if we don't sedate him."

You're putting me under? No, please don't. I don't want to go back to…to... Sam's thoughts became foggy and muddled as his body was filled with more sedatives. In a flash, he was back in the world of obscurity.

~+SPN+~

"Ugh."

Dean slowly came back to consciousness, but as he did, his taste returned as well. His mouth taste like dried bile and it made him want to puke again. But there was nothing to heave up; his stomach was empty. Smacking his lips together, Dean blinked his eyes open, lifted his head off the pillow and looked around. He suddenly remembered that he was in a motel and not with Sammy…why? Because his freakin' dad had gotten them both restricted; that fuckin' idiot. Anger began boiling up inside him all over again and he wanted nothing more than to beat the shit out of him. Shaking his head, Dean sat up and stretched the kinks out of his bones. He stood up and looked at the boring room; he looked to the left…where another bed usually would be…where Sammy should be sleeping. But instead he was in a fricken hospital bed- a probably very uncomfortable one at that.

A sharp ring jolted him out of his thoughts. He moved his gaze to the small desk and saw his phone lighting up repeatedly. Dean's heart jumped up in his throat; he hoped to god it was the hospital and not his dad. He looked at the caller I.D; it didn't have a name, so it wasn't John, to his pleasure. It had to be the hospital, please god let it be the fricken hospital. He flipped it open and took a deep breath.

"Hello?"

~+SPN+~

John hadn't realized he'd fallen asleep until something- some sort of ringing- woke him up. His heart leaped; maybe it was Dean, maybe he finally cooled down. Jumping off of the bed, he ran to the table and snatched his phone. His spirits plummeted when there was no name on the caller I.D. But there was something else…Sam. He took a shaky breath and pressed the 'answer' button.

"Yeah?"

Both Dean and John's Call.

"Is this Mr. Bravo?"

"Yeah, who is this?"

"Yes this is him. Who's calling?"

"This is Dr. Mackey; I'm calling in regarding Sam."

"Is something wrong?" Dean asked; worry growing at the pit of his stomach.

"Did something happen?" said John, his concern and panic rising.

"Yes, but it's nothing bad. As much as I am astonished, I'm very happy to say that Sam has woken up."

"He-he did?"

"Really?"

"Yes, indeed, but we had to sedate him, because he was panicking and it might've damaged something. He should be regaining consciousness soon of you'd like to come and see him; I'm lifting the restriction.

"That's great, I'll be there soon."Dean smiled brightly for the first time in days. He hung up, put his cellphone in his pocket and got made his way to the front door. He could finally see Sammy. Since he was in a rush, he wasn't paying attention to where he was going; he suddenly slammed into someone slightly taller and buffer.

"Sorry, sir, I di-" he looked up and saw a familiar face. "Dad?"

"Thank god. I'll be there in a few minutes." John hung up as well and rushed out the door. Instantaneously, he ran into someone about the same height as him.

"Sorry, I-" but then he got a good look at the man. "Dean?"

"What are you doing here?" They said in unison.

"Umm, I just came here to crash for a bit. Wasn't feeling to well," Dean said, avoiding John's stare. "You?"

"Same. Did you get a call from-?"

"The hospital? Yeah. I'm guessing you did too?"

John nodded simply, but wished his son would look at him. There was something he needed to say. There was a moment of uncomfortable silent until John couldn't take it anymore.

"Dean I-"

"Don't Dad, I know what you're going to say and…umm…I know. Me too."

"Dean, you have nothing to apologize for. If I didn't start yelling at you, then none of this would have ever happened."

Dean didn't argue; most of this was his dad's fault, but some of it was also his. He would've never had to call his dad in the first place if he didn't make Sam eat that stupid cinnamon. But, his dad needed to wallow in some guilt right now. He'd finished his share of wallowing later when he was alone with his brother.

"Well, I don't know about you, but I really don't do this chick flick moment shit, and I'd really like to see Sammy so…"

John cracked a smile and bobbed his head.

"But…I forgive you."

John's grin grew bigger and placed a firm hand on his son's shoulder as the two walked to the church where the Impala was located.

"Let's go see your brother."

Aww some Winchester love :). Finally Sam's up! But…will he be the same? Stay tuned to find out! Thanks for everyone who's stickin' with the story! I luv all my readers and reviewers. BTW don't forget to review ;)