I did something a litle weird with Sam in this chapter. I promise there will be an explanation for it later. Thanks again to everyone reading and reviewing this.

Chapter 41

I woke up the next afternoon in a bed right next to Dean. My left arm was in a cast and my ribs were taped up. Dad was sitting in a chair between us, fast asleep. I lay there watching him for a few minutes. He woke up when a nurse came in to check on the 3 of us.

I asked him how Dean was doing and he told me that Dean had fallen into a coma. The doctors didn't think he'd ever wake up. I started to freak out then. I kept saying that they were wrong, Dean was gonna be just fine. Dad just sat down on the bed next to me and wrapped his arms around me. It was the only time I ever cried in front of my dad.

When I got a hold on my self I asked dad if he had tried to call Sam. He said that he was waiting for me to wake up so he could do exactly that. I asked him to call Caleb while he was at it. I told him that I was spossed to call him to check in once a week and I was a day late. He said ok and then walked out of the room.

While dad was gone I got up and snuck a look at my own chart. My left arm had been broken in 2 places. The chart also said I'd had a concussion and 2 broken ribs. I just shrugged and then sat in the chair dad had left so I could be closer to my brother. I kept telling myself and Dean that everything was gonna be just fine.

Caleb showed up 2 days later. Racheal, Bobby, and Deacon were with him. Dad had asked them to come cause he figured he was gonna need help with me if things turned bad with Dean. Turned out he needed their help with me in general cause I refused to sleep. They had to get Dean's doctors to slip me a sedative every couple of days. Dad always made sure he was there when this happened and was there when I woke up.

Dad never did spend much time in the hospital. He couldn't bear to see his son like that. I didn't say anything to him about it. I knew he was hurting and just handling things in his own way. He always made sure that there was some one there in Dean's room with me. It was usually Racheal cause Caleb, Deacon, and Bobby were helping dad with something.

Dad had decided that he needed something to do to keep his mind off the fact that Dean might die, so he started putting his truck back together. He was convinced that if he could get the truck fixed, then Dean would wake up. He had promised Dean that he could keep the Impala if the truck worked out as a hunting rig. I thought it kinda funny that dad was trying to get Dean to live for a car, but I also knew it was more for himself. It was just something to keep him busy.

Sam never showed up or called once in all that time. After the first 2 weeks, I had Racheal call him cause I was sure that dad hadn't. Turns out that dad had called and left a message, but Sam erased it without listening to it. He still wanted nothing to do with dad or Dean after a year of being gone.

Racheal filled him in on everything that had been going on those 2 weeks. Sam told her that it sounded like we had everything under control and that he wasn't needed. I think the truth was he either didn't really believe it, or he couldn't stand to see Dean in that position anymore than dad could. I got mad when Racheal told me about that. I nearly called him myself and bit his head off, but stopped myself. If he didn't want to be there, then there was nothing anyone could do.

Dean was in that coma for nearly 3 months. He had to have a couple more surgeries during that time to repair the damage done to his arm and leg. The doctors didn't believe that he was getting better in spite of what I kept telling them. I saw all of the test results after they did and pointed out to them that he was coming out of it.

When he woke up on his own, I didn't bother to call anyone. I removed the breathing tube myself and took his vitals. Dad came in just as I was settling Dean into a sitting position. The doctors had called dad and said they were getting ready to sedate me again. I just turned and smiled at dad.

Dad asked me if I'd told anyone that Dean was awake and I said no. I said I was just about to call him when he walked in the room. Racheal had been sleeping in a corner and was woken up by dad's voice. She looked over at me and saw Dean staring back at her over my shoulder. She snuck out while I was talking to dad to go get the doctor.

Dad was trying to tell me that I needed to get some sleep now when the doctor walked in and asked what was going on. He saw Dean sitting up and immediately started his own check of Dean's vitals. He asked how long Dean had been awake and I told him about a half hour. The doctor proceeded to ask Dean all the usual questions and Dean answered as best he could. His throat was a little raw from the vent tube.

After a few minutes, the doctor left us alone and then we had to fill Dean in on everything that had happened the night of the crash and the last couple months. He couldn't believe that he'd been out that long. Deacon and company came in a few minutes later. They stayed and chatted until dad kicked them out and said both his children needed to get some sleep. Dean and I both tried to protest, but dad said he'd call the doctors in with needles if we didn't sleep on our own.

They let Dean out of the hospital at the end of the week on the condition that he report to psychical therapy as soon as we got to Arkansas. Deacon was letting us stay with him until the therapist cleared Dean. We were there for 2 months and then back on the road, minus my Jeep. Bobby had taken that back to his place to see if he could fix it. I didn't mind that too much, I got to spend more time alone with my older brother.