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Chapter 13

Bobby had just spoken with the doctors. Dean hadn't woken in recovery and they had to place him on a ventilator. Brain activity was decreasing. He just didn't understand… they were telling him to prepare Sammy for the possibility of Dean never waking up. Dean had had far worse injuries and been fine. Why was this one so different?

Bobby bowed his head, God… I haven't prayed since… well since I lost… her. I mean I've sent up quick save him or let them idgits be okay. But this… they don't deserve this. I can't see heaven being this cruel. They saved the world only to loose each other. It was a price Sammy had been willing to pay to fix the mess he felt he had created. Dean was the one who wanted to find another way. But in the end Dean had let Sammy do it his way. Even though Dean wanted to go in that pit right along with his brother.

Then Dean finds out that Sam had gotten out… never mind how that went down. But then Dean learns Sammy's soulless. And now… now that Sammy's back… complete, you're going to take Dean? Please, don't do this… give them a chance just to be brothers again… let them have the time to just be the Winchester boys.

Bobby looked up as he called out, "Cas get your winged ass down here!"

Cas appeared on the other side of Sammy's bed, watching Bobby cautiously. "Yes, Bobby?"

"They say Dean's dying." He whispered furiously, trying not to be too loud and wake Sammy.

A pained look came over Cas' face but he said nothing. He waited for Bobby to continue because he knew what Bobby would want. What he couldn't give him.

"I want you to fix this now." Bobby demanded, clenching his fists tightly as he fought for control over his emotions.

"Bobby, I can't." Cas replied sadly, looking away. He couldn't give him anymore that that. He wasn't allowed.

Bobby stood and lunged around the bed, yanking Cas away from it by his trench coat lapels, whispering hoarsely, "You fucking can. You get your ass back up there and you talk to whoever the hell you have to! Because I will not tell that boy over there that the one he came back for is dead. Do you understand me?" He gave Cas a slight shake before he continued, "They've had their fair share of shit and then some. You owe them, Cas… you owe them both."

Cas nodded as he looked at Bobby with a shamed expression and disappeared, leaving Bobby with nothing but fists full of air.

Bobby yanked off his cap and ran fingers through his hair, Shit. This was fucked up.

"Bobby?" Sam asked in a stronger voice than when he went to sleep. Looking around he tried to locate Bobby, he had been sure he had heard him talking just seconds before.

Bobby stepped quickly over to the bed, replacing his hat as he went, "Yeah, boy?"

"D, awake yet?" Sammy asked as he searched Bobby's face.

Bobby sighed and suddenly found the floor interesting. Bobby felt Sammy's hand on his arm.

"Bobby, D's okay? Please." Sammy begged him to say yes with those famous puppy dog eyes that always caused Dean to cave when looked his direction.

Bobby took Sammy's hand and held it, looking at Sammy he could feel the tears coming again.

Sammy jerked his hand away and tried to sit up, demanded, "Where's D?" His voice starting to rise has panic came tripping back in.

"Dean didn't wake up in recovery and then they placed him on a vent… Sammy." Bobby stopped to take a deep breath, then reluctantly finished what he needed to tell Sammy. "Dean is in a coma." Bobby voice broke at the point where he had to tell Sammy about the coma.

Sammy started shaking and pulled the oxygen away from his face once again.

Bobby stilled Sammy's hand, "Let me call the nurse to do that. They are drawing up the release papers right now. Then I'll take you to Dean."

"He can't be alone… Bobby, D doesn't like to be alone." Sammy told him, fresh tears falling as he continued to tremble with fear for his brother.

Bobby pressed the nurse's call button and he lowered the bed rail as he helped Sammy sit up. "I know…"

He slipped off the hospital booties and starting putting on Sammy's socks.

The nurse came in, asking on the way over to the bed, "Can I help you?"

"Yeah, take out this IV and let doc know we are ready to sign those papers now." Bobby told her hurriedly.

She nodded and quickly removed the IV, then left the room to get the doctor. She wouldn't have taken the IV out if she hadn't already gotten the order from the doctor to pull it when Mr. Singer requested it.

As Bobby helped Sammy lower the gown to cover himself he helped him into a tee-shirt, then he reached for Sammy's jeans.

"Hell, no, Bobby." Sammy said, turning pink and pushing Bobby's hands away after pulling the jeans from Bobby's grasp.

Bobby gave a slight grin as he said jokingly, "It's not like…"

"God, don't say it Bobby!" Sammy said, embarrassed he handed the pants out looking towards the wall as he stuck legs out for his pants to be put over his feet. Pulling them up as far as he could he said urgently, "Look the other way."

Bobby snickered as he complied.

He was just putting on his shoes with Bobby's help when the doctor and nurse returned.

The nurse set the papers on the table at Sammy's side and showed him where to sign as Bobby pulled the doctor aside and was talking adamantly to him. Sammy stopped and stared at them his head tilted to the side, trying to catch pieces of the conversation. The doctor grabbed Bobby's arm and Sammy came out of the bed and lunging for the doctor as he yelled, "Get your fucking hands off him!"

The doctor immediately stepped back and held up his hands in a surrender pose, "Sorry, Sammy… we were just discussing something."

"Well, do it without touching my…" Sammy looked a little confused before adding lamely, "Bobby."

Bobby smiled, "It's okay… you're just a little stressed." Bobby stepped away from the doctor leading Sammy towards the door, "Lets go see that big brother of yours." Glancing back, Bobby saw the doctor give a slight nod.

The nurse led them to the ICU unit, stopping outside of room three. "Before you go in you need to prepare…" She paused at Bobby's glare. But she had heard the conversation. There was no way she was telling this one to prepare for the death of his brother. The doctor could do it himself. She continued as she glared right back, "Dean's face is swollen and bruised right now. He may not look much like the Dean you know and love. But as he heals he will look more like himself. He is on a ventilator. Don't let that…"

Sammy interrupted, trying to get passed her while trying to resist to urge to physically move her out of his way, "He's been on one before. He's also been in a coma. He'll be fine. Can I see him now?"

The nurse glanced quickly at Bobby. She felt torn because he needed to know there was a chance his brother wouldn't make it. People who believed like Sammy sometimes lost it completely when their loved ones passed on. "Sir…"

"Go on in Sammy. I'll be there in a minute." Bobby assured him. As he waited until Sammy had went in he Bobby stepped into the doorway where he could see Sammy and Dean. Only then did he quietly explained to the nurse that if anyone told Sammy Dean was going to die, heads would roll… and Bobby would do the rolling.

After he gained her agreement that that would not happen she walked away and he went into the room with his boys. He had a lot to make up for and he decided he could start right now, making up to Sammy and Dean for his mistakes. Because when Sammy remembered he wouldn't be any happier than Dean had been. Talk about a rock and a hard place, he thought as he silently went to stand by Sammy.

TBC