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Chapter 15

Late the next day Bobby was trying to get Sammy to eat a sandwich he'd brought to him.

"Bobby, I just can't. I'm not hungry." Sammy said as he looked at the sandwich as if he might throw up. In truth he was trying hard not to do just that.

Bobby sighed as he told Sammy crankily, "You're just like your brother, ya idgit. Eat that salad, the apple and half the sandwich and I'll leave you alone."

Sammy took a bite of his sandwich while he watched Dean. So far he hadn't even twitched a muscle. Sammy sighed as he sat staring at his brother, willing him to wake up right the hell now. He picked up the apple taking a bite when he saw Adam's face flash before his eyes as they fell into the pit. He choked on the apple when he remembered how it felt to know he'd never see Dean again and that he was taking his baby brother with him. To hell.

Suddenly Bobby was pounding him on the back. After Sammy could breathe, Bobby rubbed his back a couple seconds before asking, "What the hell boy? You forget how to eat and breathe at the same time?"

Sammy gave him a weak grin…

Someone cleared their throat in the doorway.

Both of them stared towards the doorway, Dr. Impanalti motioned for Bobby, "A word please, Mr. Singer."

Bobby patted Sammy on the back as he told him gently, "I'll be right back."

Sammy nodded and turned his attention back to Dean. He sat there awhile talking to Dean until he heard raised voices from the hallway.

"Not fucking happening, doc." Bobby snarled, his anger evident from his tone.

The doctor whispered something furiously at Bobby, but Sammy was unable to distinguish any words from the doctor.

"And I said no." Bobby snapped, before growling, "We're done, doc." A few seconds later Bobby came in the room and went over to the window and stared out. He didn't say anything but his jaw was clinched and his hands fisted at his side.

"Bobby." Sammy said softly, watching Bobby closely waiting for him to look at him.

Bobby sighed knowing he could not avoid Sammy and turned to face him.

Sammy took in a sharp breath because he had not expected the tears in the old hunter's eyes. Sammy glanced down at Dean before he stared at Bobby asking tentatively, "What's wrong?"

"Sam…" Bobby stopped, his breath hitching, "I…" Bobby rubbed at his eyes before his hand fell away, "They… I need to tell you." Bobby closed his eyes. This was the last thing he wanted to talk to Sammy about, in fact he had just told the doctor he wouldn't do this and here he was; doing it anyway.

Sammy stopped breathing… it was bad and it was about Dean. "No, nononooooo…" Sammy stood as he raised his voice, "No. He will be fine!" He took a step towards Bobby.

Bobby choked back a sob as he told Sammy, "I need you… they want us to prepare…"

"For what, Bobby?" Sammy snarled as he stomped towards Bobby, "To let him go? To say its ok, kill him, pull the plug? Fuck, Bobby it's only been a couple of days. That's not normal operating procedure is it?" Sammy lunged the rest of the way at Bobby and grabbed his shirt, "We aren't doing it!"

Bobby grabbed Sammy's fist in his hand and squeezed, "That's what I told them."

Sammy deflated against Bobby. Bobby's other arm went around his shoulder as he led Sam back to his chair. Sitting him down his squatted down in front of him as he told Sammy in a firm voice. "We aren't giving up on your brother."

"Promise?" Sammy asked in a voice that almost sounded child-like.

"Sammy I promise. He didn't give up on you and we're not giving up on him. Just keep talking to him. When he hears you he will come back to us." Bobby told him in a calm firm tone that sounded like he believed what he was saying.

Sam nodded, trusting the man that had been the closest thing to family they'd had besides each other in a long time.

"Sammy, I got to go talk to the doctor again. Just stay here. K?" Bobby asked, standing but waiting for Sammy to respond.

Sammy nodded and focused on Dean. Standing Sammy leaned and gently hugged Dean, being careful not to hurt Deans' ribs. Sammy whispered, "Dean, if you don't stay, I won't either. You hear me? We're the Winchester Boys, we do everything together. I'm tired of the solo acts we've been doing the last few years. The team needs back in action. It needs you. Hear me? Taking names and kickin' some demon ass." Sammy leaned back and looked at Dean. No movement. He sighed as he stood up, paced a couple of times before moving back to the side of the bed to sit on the edge of the bed.

"Dean. I don't remember anything from after the pit. It's just not there." He rubbed Dean's arm as he talked to him. "I mean, I don't even know how long I was gone. Was it a long time? Days, months or even longer? Was it long enough for you to go to Lisa. Did you even try? You need to wake up so you can tell me these things."

The nurse came in and said softly, "I need to take his vitals."

Sammy nodded, standing and stepping back. Just enough for her to do what she needed but close enough that he was still in reach of his brother.

As she took his vitals, she watched the brother. "He's older than you?"

"Yes, four years." Sammy said watching Dean for movement.

She wanted to say it would all work out for the best, but she thought that sounded so cliché. So she said nothing. "All right, Dean. I'm done pestering you for the moment. She patted his arm as she turned to the machines and wrote the information on his chart. When she finished she glanced at Sammy, "I'll pray for you both."

"Thank you. Can you close the door when you leave?" Sammy asked, watching her leave, and then focusing back on Dean.

She nodded and left closing the door behind her.

Sammy waited a couple of seconds before calling out softly, "Cas, we need you."

Cas appeared on the other side of Dean. "You called, Sam?"

Sammy nodded, "Cas, I need you to fix this. Help him, please." tears running down his cheeks, "They want us to pull the plug on him. It means he's gotta be bad."

Cas walked over to the window then turned to look at Sammy, "Sammy. I can't fix it, Dean has to. Dean has went somewhere inside himself where he can be happy with memories of you."

"Then help me go to him… to help him find his way back." Sammy pleaded with Cas.

"But if you can't convince him to come back with you… you could both be stuck in Dean's head. You could both die… You would both be linked. What ever happens to Dean will happen to you. Do you understand?" Cas asked as he walked over to stand in front of Sam.

"Do it Cas, please." Sam demanded, not caring about the consequences.

"Just call out to me and I will bring you back. Just hold on to Dean when you call me and I will get you both out… do you understand?"

Sam nodded and Cas brought his hand up to Sammy's forehead. "Good luck, Sammy." and his fingers connected to Sam. He gently put Sam on the floor and disappeared.

TBC