Author Note: Yes I realize that this is a little short but I figured you would prefer getting a shorter chapter then waiting while I stewed over some more. I hope you all enjoy and thank you again for all of my followers and devoted readers, your reviews really do mean a lot to me and I hope I don't disappoint.

There was something in his throat. It traveled down its length and went all the way into his lungs forcing them up and down. It was irritating and painful, a rigid piece of plastic shoved were it doesn't belong. The sheets were scratchy on his skin, or maybe that was the thick white bandages that swathed all the skin he could feel. He twitched his finger and almost sighed in frustration at the effort it took, almost, there was a tube down his throat. His eyes were restless under his lids but they didn't seem to want to open, like they had been glued shut. That would be a good prank, even better than the Nair in Sam's shampoo….maybe that's why Sam hated him. He would never pull another prank again he vowed silently to himself. Trying to work everything out with his mind restless and drifting in his immobile body. 'If only I could open my eyes' He thought, focusing on them fully, but all he achieved was wrinkling his forehead a little. Well that was something at least.

"Dean…" That was Sammy's voice. He didn't sound mad like in the car, he sounded kind of broken. Dean couldn't fix it though, he couldn't do anything more than twitch his finger, maybe that's why Sam hated him.

"I really need you to wake up Dean. Just open your eyes big brother." The chair made a squeaking noise, like Sam had just dropped into it, before scraping across the tile closer to his bed. He could feel Sam's presence close by his side.

'I want to Sammy, I'm trying.'

A smaller hand wrapped around his and something hot and wet dripped down on the intertwined fingers. A tear. Sam was crying. Sam was crying because of him, maybe that's why Sam hated him.

"Dean, I just can't see you like this. You're supposed to be invincible, you can't let a piece of ice take you out." He almost got Sam killed because of that piece of ice. He was supposed to protect Sam, not risk his life on an iced over road, maybe that's why Sam hated him.

'Sorry to disappoint little brother. I've never been invincible'

"You kill monsters Dean, you save people, they need you." He left Sam at home alone while he went off of his Dad's hunts. No, this wasn't his Dad's fault, he wanted to go, he wanted to kill things that go bump in the night and Sam suffered. Maybe that's why Sam hated him.

'Nobody needs me. You certainly don't. I failed you Sammy, I'm sorry.'

"I need you Dean. I need you to protect me, to take care me, I need you to pick on me, I just need you."

'No you don't Sam. I failed you, you hate me.'

"I'm so sorry for what I said Dean. I didn't mean it."

'Yes you did, at least then, but that's okay I don't blame you.'

"I love you."

'You can love and hate someone at the same time. I certainly have.'

"Please wake up."

'I'm trying'

"You're a superhero…"

'I'm no hero'

"Or at least you are to me."

'You really mean that Sammy?'

"Sometimes I get mad but I could never hate you, not really, just sometimes I get caught up in how you are supposed to be this hero, this superhero, and I forget you're a person to. You're my big brother, I've been following you around since I was 4, wanting to be just like you, and sometimes I just expect you to be perfect. But I don't want you be perfect anymore Dean, I just want you to be you, I want you to be my brother. I want you to wake up."

'You don't hate me?'

"I don't hate you."

With a renewed vigor, Dean fought with his eyelids. He as his brother's hero, he couldn't let him down. 'Open your eyes! Open up!'

"Please Deanie."

"Sammy." And Dean Winchester opened his eyes.