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NOTE#1: Thanks for the review of Chapter 10, hotshow. I also want to thank, Touch of the Wind for review of Ghost vs. Real. And as always thanks for the adds to favs and alerts.

NOTE#2: As I have mentioned before, I have no medical knowledge and am writing the timeline for hurts and heals, etc to fit my story. Hopefully you can still enjoy it.

Chapter 11

As Cas knelt beside Dean, Bobby was worried that nothing he'd tried had woken Dean; he had yet to regain consciousness or make any noise at all. There'd been no movement from Dean since he'd connected head first with the mantel. Cas frowned as he looked at Bobby telling him firmly, "We need to get him to the hospital."

"No, you need to fix him, you or that Anna." Bobby stated emphatically, nodding his head in Anna's direction. He be damned if Dean was going to be ignored… not again.

"I'm truly sorry, Bobby. But this is something that you three have to go through." Cas said sadly. He had his orders and whether he liked them or not, he was going to follow them. Considering they came from the highest.

"What about empty man? How am I supposed to fix him?" Bobby demanded angrily, struggling to keep it together for Dean and Sammy. He had a strangle hold on his emotions and he was trying desperately to keep them reigned in. He needed to remain calm to fix this.

Cas took the amulet from Dean's pocket and as he made the smell disappear he then stood and walked over to Sam. He squatted down next to Sam as Anna silently moved away from them walking towards Dean as Cas asked Sammy, "Do you remember our last conversation? You wanted your turn to save your brother?"

Sam nodded slowly as his mind tried to catch up with what was happening.

"I'm giving you that chance. You must remember he needs you, Sammy and help him find his way back to you. Can you do that?" Cas asked as he watched him closely.

Sam nodded again while he looked at the amulet fearfully, finally asking, "Will it hurt?"

Cas looked at him with an expression that resembled guilt as he told him honestly, "Yes. But it will be worth it. I promise" Cas told him earnestly as he watched Sam's face change from slightly confused to a look of hesitation.

"But…" Sam started to say, holding his hand out as if to ward off Cas.

Now or never Cas thought silently, frowning he slipped the cord over Sam's head and held the amulet against Sam's chest while he started chanting in enochian. Sam's body slammed back against the floor as his back arched and he screamed out in pain. Within minutes his body started to shake violently as a light connecting his body to the amulet flickered like lightening before it went suddenly dark when the light stopped and the amulet returned to its original state. The sudden ending of the stream of light caused Sammy's voice to end in mid scream. Collapsing on the floor he cried brokenly into his hands as he curled into a ball. Cas shook Sammy until he looked at him, "What do you feel?"

"Everything… it's too much Cas. I can't do this." He took a fist and grabbed Cas' shirt front, his eyes pleading for the overwhelming pain accompanying everything to cease. The swirling haze made no sense to him and he wanted it to stop. He couldn't think; it was too loud, the colors too bright as he tried to focus on Cas.

"Sammy, you must. Dean's life depends on you." Cas stated cryptically, giving Sammy a slight shake.

"Dean?" Sammy asked, looking around confused, struggling to sit up. Dean he could focus on. Dean? Why wasn't Dean talking to him, his fuzzy mind asked. Only he didn't have an answer. So he needed an answer from somewhere else. In this case, Cas.

Cas helped him up, "Do you not remember?"

Sammy shook his head as his dazed look remained, asking fearfully, "What's wrong with Dean?"

"Rafael took over your body and hurt…" Sammy pushed Cas out of the way as he stood.

Why wasn't Dean hovering over him? Why couldn't he remember anything? Last thing he remembered was him and Adam diving into the pit together. Then he saw Dean laying on the floor, blood covering the side of his head, his face pale with his freckles standing out dramatically, part of his hair matted to his head by blood? He was not moving as Bobby held Dean's head in his lap, "Dean!" He screamed as he ran sliding onto his knees next to Dean. He immediately reached for him. One hand fisted in Dean's shirt the other resting on his cheek. Looking at Bobby tears ran down his cheeks unnoticed.

Bobby stared at Sam. "Sammy?" He questioned, almost afraid to hear the answer.

Sammy nodded as he asked in full Sammy panic mode, "Did you call for an ambulance?"

"Yeah, they should be here any minute." Bobby said, sighing in relief, this was just what Dean needed.

Cas interrupted them as he stated hesitantly, "Anna and I must go. We have to take care of Rafael. I will be back."

Bobby yelled at Cas instantly enraged, "You fix this boy right now Cas! Don't you run out on him! He trusts you, damn it!" Bobby slammed his fist onto the floor as both Cas and Anna disappeared.

Bobby looked again at Sammy as he said in basically the opposite tone he used with Cas, this time gentling his voice just for Sammy, "Good to have you back boy."

Sammy nodded then leaned over and whispered to Dean, "Big brother… little brother is back on duty, so wake your ass up right now." Sammy had to focus on Dean now. He could crack up later when he had Dean there to catch all his pieces when he broke.

"Come on, you have to open those pretty green eyes so you can tell me what the hell is going on. Cause dude, I'd like nothing better than to freak." Normally calling anything about Dean 'pretty' caused him to come up fighting. So for him not to respond in anyway unnerved Sammy.

It seemed almost immediate that someone was shaking him and trying to pull him away from Dean. He panicked, God, it was all a dream… he was still in the pit. "NO!" He screamed clinging to Dean with everything he had, "Leave him alone. Don't hurt him anymore." He yelled at Lucifer. He wouldn't let him use his body anymore to hurt his big brother. He was done with all that. He would take no more; they weren't going to be anyone's pawns ever again.

"Sir we can't help him if you don't let go of him. I promise we aren't here to hurt him." A nervous young paramedic told the huge guy who looked like he could murder anyone that came too close that they were just trying to help the unconscious man he was clinging to.

"No." Sammy yelled in a frantic voice, pushing hands away. No one was getting to Dean again, not if he could help it.

Suddenly Sammy felt a prick on his arm, "What the hell?" Sammy searched out Bobby, "Bobb…" Sammy was sliding sideways, for some reason he couldn't stay upright. He was started to go numb as he tried to move, to keep Dean close to him. He felt himself panic as his eyes slid shut and he couldn't move as he slowly slid into not feeling anything.

"Sammy was attacked too. I need him checked out as well." Bobby was saying as his voice faded out as Sammy lost consciousness.

Several hours later, Bobby was sitting beside a bed in a private room with a drugged, still knocked out Sammy while waiting for the OR to let him know about Dean. They had said there was swelling of the brain and they had to relieve the pressure immediately. So, while he waited he thought of different ways to kill an angel. He was thinking he needed to invent a way that involved lots of pain before death. Or maybe he could find a spell to bring him back after killing him, so he could do it all over again. After all he had two boys and they had both been hurt repeatedly.

Sammy moaned as he tossed his head back and forth.

Bobby leaned forward in his chair to reach Sammy, trying to give him silent comfort by giving him the contact he needed with someone he was familiar with. Bobby laid his hand on Sammy's arm and spoke gently to him, "It's ok boy. You're safe now. You're back home with us now. You need to be okay for your brother. He's tried so hard to get you back." He squeezed Sammy's arm as he closed his eyes and bowed his head, taking a couple of deep breaths. "He said he would get you back or die trying." Bobby tried to hold back a sob as he continued. "I'm afraid boy that this time he just might."

"Bob… by… D?" Sammy asked, struggling to open his eyes. When he finally managed to open his eyes he tried to focus on Bobby. The room was white and smelled funny. He sighed as he realized he was in a hospital. But it was better than the pit… No, not going there. Hospital… white, everything was white and smelled funny, like bleach with a hint of… flowers. Oh, yeah that smelled great, hell of a combination.

He snorted as his eyes rested on Bobby. He was plaid, old trucker hats and smelled of car parts, that was Bobby with just a hint of Irish Spring thrown in to top off the mix. He frowned as he didn't smell Dean. Whenever he was hurt Dean was always there. He was all leather and gun oil his own unique smell that he knew instantly without even opening his eyes. Dean wasn't in the room. He always felt Dean in the same room with him; Dean wasn't here now, why?

"There you are boy…" Bobby said with a smile before continuing, "It's about time you came home." he added gently, pushing Sammy's hair back as Sammy frowned.

"D? M… my… D?" Sammy stumbled over his words, blinking owlishly at Bobby.

Bobby couldn't help it, a tear slid down his cheek. Sammy was no longer soulless and Dean wasn't here to see his goal of having his brother back accomplished. What if he never woke up?

Sammy started to hyperventilate as he tried to say, "Wh…wh… ere is D?" Cause Bobby crying was a really bad thing; it was a rare thing that had to be taken seriously when it occurred and he was suddenly even more scared for Dean. Bobby wasn't answering and he was crying… shitshitshit…

Alarms went off causing nurses to run into the room. One nurse came up to Sammy and spoke gently as she massaged his shoulder, "Mr. Singer, honey. I need you to calm down. I would hate to have to sedate you again."

Bobby stood and leaned towards the nurse, "That won't be necessary. All he needs to know is that his brother is ok. Can you tell him that?"

TBC