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NOTE1: Well, T.L. This is the last chapter. I hope you have enjoyed my version of an ending for your great little oneshot! I have enjoyed writing it! V, when you get back and get caught up I hope this is enjoyable for you! I'm working on yours now, pal!

Chapter 17

Dean after sitting for quite awhile finally said, "What do I need to do?" He looked around the theater watching as the next movie started. He really wanted to stay for all of them. Here was so much easier than out in the real world. Nothing good was out there anymore.

"Come with me. I'll call Cas and he'll get us out." Sammy said, leaning forward to touch Dean's shoulder, to ground him back to the now, where Sammy was with him.

Dean looked surprised as he asked, his full attention now focused on Sammy, "Cas answers you when you call him?"

"Yeah, first time I called him. Why?" Sammy asked confused, "Doesn't he always?"

Dean grinned as he said enthusiastically, "Yeah, I guess he does. Sammy, it's good to see you, bitch."

Sammy arched an eyebrow as he told Dean with a hint of a smile, "Been here a little bit Dean." Sammy shook his head as he muttered, "ya jerk."

"But it's really you." Dean said as his smile widened.

Sammy blinked uncomprehending at his brother.

Such a classic Sam look that Dean was laughing again as he pulled Sam to his feet. "Lead the way, brother." turning him around and pushing Sammy ahead of him.

Once they reached the lobby, Sammy turned and grabbed Dean by the arm asking Dean, "Are you ready to do this?"

Dean looked undecided once again, biting his lip.

"What's holding you back?" Sammy asked, wanting Dean fully committed, so he didn't 'accidentally on purpose' stay behind and then Sammy would loose him for good.

Dean pulled away and walked towards one of the posters, 'Camping 101'. Gently touching it he said quietly, "Back then. Everything was crystal clear, ya know? It was so simple. I took care of you, we spent time just being brothers and you loved me."

"Dean," Sammy said, choking back tears, "I love you now too. Maybe even more now than then."

Dean looked at him with clear disbelieve written on his face as he said flatly, "Your probably just a figment of my imagination and when I get back there, you'll be Sambot trying to get away before I can slap your soul back into you."

Sammy frowned at him before replying, "Dean, I came here for you. I want you back just as much as you want me."

"I can't go through loosing you all over again… I'd rather stay here." Dean said, pulling farther emotionally away as he turned towards the hallway to return to the theater room.

Sammy grabbed him and slammed him into the theater wall. Snapping at Dean, "You promised, D. You promised me you'd stay with me. You asked me if I remembered Stull… do you?" Then Sammy stepped back, hands fisted at his sides, head down as he waited.

Silence reigned for an undetermined amount of time before Sammy felt Dean's hand hesitantly touch his arm.

Sammy looked up to see Dean's tear stained face as he told Sammy, "I'll come back with you… but if your lying to me… I'm coming right back here for good."

Sammy smiled through his own tears as he told his big brother, "If I'm lying we'll both come back here." taking a hold of Dean's arm once again as he said, "Cas we're ready."

They smiled at each other, and then Sam saw a flash of light as he felt Dean ripped away from him.

"Dean." He tried to scream as he made a grab for his brother. He felt like he was slammed into a wall and he suddenly couldn't breath.

Bobby was startled awake by twin gagging sounds coming from either side of him. He jumped up from the recliner. Shit, he hadn't meant to fall asleep, but he was going on close to two weeks on very little sleep. He grabbed the panic button and started yelling as he went to each boy and tried to calm them down, explaining the breathing tubes and that they'd be gone soon.

Nearly two and a half hours later and both boys were lying in a raised position staring at Bobby as he sat on Dean's bed. "You boys sure know how to scare the hell out of me. I thought I'd lost you both this time."

"Sorry Bobby." Dean mouthed silently, trying to get comfortably, wiggling so much, Bobby swatted him.

Sammy nodded in agreement, grinning at Bobby's fretting.

Then Dean stared at Bobby asking questions with his eyes. Bobby's knew how to answer because he knew how Dean's mind worked.

Bobby said gently, "It's really Sammy. I watched Cas put Sammy back together."

Dean closed his eyes as he mouthed, "Thank you." A tear slid down his cheek.

Dean startled, eyes popping back open as Bobby snapped, "Get your ass back in that bed, Sammy."

Sammy was pointing at Dean and Dean was pointing at Sammy, causing Bobby to laugh at them both. "You boys…"

"Sammy, you scared the shit out of me when I came into the room…" He said looking at Sammy, then he turned to Dean finishing his sentence, "and he was unconscious on the floor. They told me both of you had the same symptoms… I didn't have any idea what was happening. I called Cas, but he didn't answer, the shit. So I think I may have threatened harm to his wings… among other parts, don't rightly recall my exact wording."

Dean started to laugh but grabbed his side. Bobby placed his hand on Dean's side, "Dean you got slammed into a bookcase, then you were thrown across the room and slammed head first into the mantel. You have some cracked ribs, a broken wrist and had surgery for brain swelling. Dean, they told us you were dying. Now they have declared you a medical miracle." Bobby ended with a smirk.

"Home?" Dean mouthed as Sammy shook his head in frustration as he mouthed no at Dean to which Dean responded with yes.

"Sammy, do you realize how long you were out?" Bobby asked, interrupted their silent arguing as he turned his attention once again Sammy's direction. Bobby knew the best way to get Dean to stay was to concern him with Sammy's welfare, because he sure as hell wasn't concerned about his own.

Sammy shook his head slowly, not wanting Bobby to say anything out loud that might scare Dean.

"It's been almost two weeks." Bobby said flatly. "So I've been in this hospital room for close to three weeks." Looking from one to the other.

So much for not scaring Dean, Sammy thought silently as he saw his brother pale considerably.

An unexpected electric swoosh that caused arm hairs to rise accompanied Cas as he appeared. He smiled at the boys proudly, "You made it."

"Cas." Bobby snapped, standing in clearly his I'm mad as hell AT YOU stance.

"I have come to fix Dean's broken head." Cas declared with a smile.

"And you couldn't do that before? You know… at the house?" Bobby asked aggravation radiating off him.

"No. Sammy and Dean had to find each other first." Cas stated flatly, not bothering to elaborate further.

Bobby glared at him and moved over to stand by Sammy. Being too close might make him forget himself and he might throttle the angel before he could heal Dean. Couldn't chance it, Bobby thought silently. But, when the boys were out of danger… The angel and Bobby… they was so going to be having a talk.

"Then you may all go home. You all want to. I hear you quite well; you don't need to yell, Bobby." Cas looks at Dean, eyes clearly twinkling before saying, "I'm not deaf."

Dean laughed, grimacing in pain once again; he had told the clerk at the motel the same thing only to have Cas repeat it the next morning. "Joke." Dean mouthed to Bobby when he glared at Dean.

"He jokes now?" Bobby snapped, sitting back down on Sammy's bed, crossing his arms as he watched Cas, he better not mess up with his boy. Guiltily Bobby reminded himself, he'd done enough of that for everyone.

"Yes, Dean is teaching me." Cas stated as he walked over and placed his hand on Dean's head and one on his chest, smiling proudly down at Dean.

Bobby got up and was back at Dean's side to make sure Cas did not hurt his boy.

Cas' hands started glowing as Dean closed his eyes and let the warm fuzzy feeling flow everywhere. Dean sighed contently, trying to snuggle into the fuzzy blanketed feeling he didn't want to leave.

Sammy was again starting to get out of bed, his knees buckled from lack of use. Bobby hearing the small sound Sammy made in distress turned seeing Sammy about to fall dashed across the small space catching Sammy before his knees hit the linoleum. He helped Sammy back to bed, "Ya idgit… do you want to get out of here anytime soon?"

Sammy frustrated, squeaked out, "D…"

Cas stopped praying in enochian as he looked up at Sammy, "Dean's head is no longer broken and I fixed his ribs. Are we ready to leave?"

"I want the doc to check…" Bobby started to say only to be interrupted by Dean.

Dean croaked out as his chin jutted out in stubborness, "No, home."

Bobby sighed as he gave in to the boys' demands, "Okay. I'll get your clothes, unless you want to go home with your asses hanging out."

Dean paled causing Sammy to laugh. In under ten minutes, they were both dressed and they were beamed straight to Bobby's. Bobby was currently thinking it was a good thing he'd rode in the ambulance with the boys because his car would have been stuck at the trauma center three towns over. Dean had first been taken to Sioux Falls, but they weren't equipped to handle that kind of trauma. He wondered what the reactions would be when the nurses found the empty room.

Dean cried out as he saw Sammy out cold on the floor. Grabbing him up and into his arms, gently rocking him, "Sammy come on, it's not time to sleep…" He looked up frantic at Cas. This was not suppose to happen. He couldn't loose him now. He should have stayed in the theater. It was safe there. Shit.

"What did you do? What happened?" Dean demanded his voice still hoarse from non-use, instantly pissed at Cas.

Cas squatted down beside the already kneeling Bobby, who was watching him distrustfully. He snaked his hand out and placed it on Sammy's chest. Closing his eyes as a small smile appeared. He opened his eyes and looked at Dean. "His body hasn't slept in over a year and Sam wasn't eating… properly. It's tired, that's all. He may sleep a lot at first."

Dean looked down at Sammy, Thank you for giving me Sammy back, he thought silently as he pushed runaway bangs back. It was okay. Sammy was okay.

Cas said blankly as he put a hand on Sammy, "You are welcome, Dean." and then they both disappeared.

Dean looked down at his empty hands, then he roared irate, "Cas!" as he thought in his head, I'm going to rip your fucking wings off feather by feather.

"Here." He replied from above them. Causing both Dean and Bobby to trip over each other in their race to get upstairs. Both battling trying to both fit through the door at the same time, they finally tumbled in.

Cas was standing beside Sammy's bed, staring down at the still sleeping Sammy, who was blissfully unaware of the panic that his brief disappearance had caused.

Dean angrily pushed him aside and he sat down beside Sammy. Checking him over with his free hand as he snapped, "What the hell, Cas?"

"I thought he would be more comfortable here." Cas replied innocently.

"You didn't think I might want to know what you were doing? I just got him back." Dean snarled while trying to control the level of his voice by clenching his teeth as he talked.

"Dean, I would not take your Sammy away. You need each other to survive." Cas said sincerely.

Dean ignored that Cas was reading his mind… again. "Thanks Cas… for everything."

Cas nodded and blinked away, glad he still had his wings intact.

Bobby leaned against the door frame watching Dean with Sammy.

Then Bobby turned and left the room. These boys were turning a grizzled old hunter with a heart of stone into a crybaby. Bobby was back upstairs a cup of coffee in each hand before he'd even realized what he'd done. Yep, stripping away the manliness, he thought with a chuckle as he watched Dean and Sammy sleep. Now, watching sixes while they slept, that he could still do. He sat down on Dean's bed and started drinking his coffee.

He thought about the protection wards around the house and property. He already had them replaced before they had even gotten back. He'd had a friend come over and do it for him. His friend said she'd even added a couple that Bobby hadn't had up before. She was coming over later to explain them.

He smiled; Dean was slumped against the headboard of Sammy's bed with his hand on Sammy's chest. Probably knowing Dean, it was to monitor Sammy's breathing.

They might just get their happy ending after all, Winchester style. Bobby thought as he sipped his coffee.

The End or… Not?

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