AN: Gooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! So so sorry for the delays...again. This week has been long and crazy. Not only that, my focus was out the window. Like waaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaay out the window. So far, it was to the moon! Damn. Anyways. My grandmother is out of the hospital but we have to keep a close eye on her now. We had to move her to the assisted living part of her nursing home (she was in the independent living side). She has fallen too much, and has been getting sick off and on. So we felt it was best to move her. We really didn't want to, but like I said, it was for the best. She hasn't even been there a day, and already she has fallen. Hence the really close pair of eyes we have on her. Anyways. My doctor appointment is Monday for my toes. My roommate is taking me, I think. I still say there's an operating table in my future. But only Monday will tell. Dun dun duuuuuuuuuuuuuuuun! Lol! Anyways. Went out car shopping again and I got a ton of ideas for vehicles for my characters in my latest book. I also took a notebook and wrote a small fic. It's set in season 5. Dean abandons Sam and he gets a job at a bar. The bar owner is old and has a young German Shepard named Axel. The owner can't care for the dog, so when Sam moves on he takes Axel with him. Along the way Sam gets really sick, and that's when he runs into Dean. It's really good so far. I might post it. After this is All Dogs Go Somewhere. That'll be fun XD Alright, let's get going! When we left off, Sam defeated the Jabberwocky! Whoo!

Ruby-Hey darling! That's alright. Review when you can ;) And thank you! I enjoyed writing this fic :)

spnfanforlife-Sam is the man! Whoo! Dean better. He's already grounded and I have his car keys as part of the punishment. Onwards and forwards my darling!

elliereynolds777-Thank you darling! He's Sam freaking Winchester XD Time for sleeping beauty to rise and shine!

ArianandXaia-No he can't. Poor baby. Sam is a badass! He's Sam freaking Winchester! I knew it too ;)

SpnKsl5-Thank you darling :) Sammy made it! Whoo! The ghosty came back! Oh no! *dumps salt everywhere*

Enjoy

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Come Home Baby Boy

Sam floated in blissful darkness. He had done it. He defeated the Jabberwocky. Sure he got stabbed in the end, but it was worth it. He had finally done something worth while. Someone believed in him and he did it. Even while floating in this darkness, he felt amazing. Sam for the first time in a long time, felt like he did something great. Maybe he wasn't the monster that he believed, or Dean, or the universe. Just maybe. He continued to float until he heard something. It was faint and couldn't make it out. He listened carefully, and heard it again. It was a little more clear.

'Beeping?' Sam thought to himself.

That same sound he heard before when he collapsed after he got sick from the Bandersnatch wound. But how could that be? He was in Wonderland, and it didn't seem they have hospitals. Unless they did. But then again, something told him that Wonderland was all a dream and he was in a real hospital. But he couldn't really tell what was real at the moment.

Sammy please. It's been a month, you've had enough beauty sleep.

'Dean? But it can't be. He abandoned me.' Sam thought sadly.

Please baby boy. Wake up. Come home to me.

'Why? You don't want me anymore. I'm a monster, remember?' Sam thought.

I know I haven't been the best big brother lately, and I said some things I wish I hadn't. But Sammy, I need you. There's no me if there's no you.

'Really? But what I don't want to come back? What if...I'm done...?'

Please Sammy wake up. Please. I forgive you. It took me forever, but I did a lot thinking sitting here looking after you. I've made some mistakes as well. And technically I started the end of the world. So, we're both to blame. Please, come home.

Sam didn't know what to do. He wanted to go back, but after everything, he just didn't really want to. But then again, when he thought about it, he did want to. He missed his brother terribly. He decided to float a little more and give it some more thought. He noticed a light and slowly floated to it.

After some more time the light got brighter and brighter. He heard sounds and felt some pain. He heard a voice softly speaking to him along with other voices. He slowly opened his eyes and saw he was in a hospital. Dean was next to him talking to him softly while talking to the doctor and nurses who were poking and prodding him. There were machines everywhere with wires and tubes, he felt a large mask covering the lower half of his face. When they were done, Sam slowly fell back to sleep after feeling a rush of warmth flow through him.

The next time he woke up, it was night time and Dean was still there. He was leaning back in the recliner the nurses brought for him and his sock clad feet were propped up on his bed. He was watching some program on TV, while eating some chips. He looked around the room a little and noticed the IVs and felt the tube under his nose. He shifted and winced at how stiff he was. The movement also alerted Dean, who looked over and stared at him. The next thing Sam knew, he was being crushed to his brother's chest.

"God Sammy. I thought I'd lost you." Dean choked out.

"De-" Sam rasped.

Dean then sprang into action and began to fuss over his Sammy. Sam just smiled sadly, and let Dean baby him. But he knew he was going to have to talk sooner or later. But for now, he was going to relax and let Dean take care of him.

Sam fell to sleep peacefully that night. But he couldn't help but wonder what happened after he passed out in Wonderland. Did he die? Or was it all just some whacked out dream? He mentally shrugged, and then smiled to himself as Dean tucked him in. He kicked ass in Wonderland!

Sammy's awake! Whoo! Next chapter is the last chapter, and yes, the boys will have their chit chat ;)

Until Next Time! *eats a chocolate brownie sundae knowing it'll kill my tummy later* I regret nothing.