A/N: This is the last chapter! It is in Sam's POV, and I hope you all have enjoyed the ride! Please leave reviews!
Disclaimer: I only wish that I owned Sam and Dean.
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My chest was throbbing with pain as I could feel my open wound upon my chest. I was sitting on the bathroom floor in the motel room Dean got us, holding a towel to my chest to stop the bleeding. Dean was getting the supplies out of the impala to stitch me up. The cold tiles felt good against my skin, and I heard Dean entering the room, setting things upon the sink counter-top.
"Sammy?" He questioned; I could hear the fear and worry in his voice as I just laid there against the wall. I moaned signifying that I was fine; I just didn't want to open my eyes. He sighed as he sanitized everything, and then lifted the towel from my chest. I grimaced as he started stripping my jacket and my shirt off of me so he could get a better look.
"Shit…" I breathed as I felt him pouring a bit of hydrogen peroxide on the wound to clean it out. I opened my eyes, searching the bathroom for liquor. I heard Dean grab something, and then I knew what it was as he brought it to my lips. Jack Daniels.
I gulped almost half of the bottle down before he took it away, a smirk upon his face. He gingerly began the process as I reached out and gripped his arm tightly. He didn't flinch; he would have if I hadn't grabbed his arm every time before when he stitched me up.
I looked to his eyes for comfort as he went as fast as he could without hurting me too badly. I was inhaling and exhaling ragged breaths, and I started to feel so tired… and giddy.
"Dean, Dean, Dean…" I mumbled as I let out a chuckle. I vaguely saw a smile touch his features; we both knew I was drunk.
"Alright, all done." He said as he finished up the last suture. I watched him inspect his handy work, and then he pours some more hydrogen peroxide to clean away some of the blood and to sanitize the wound. I gasped sharply and he looked at me with sympathetic eyes.
"C'mon Sammy." He whispered as he pulled me to my feet. I was stumbling on my feet, my coordination sucks when I'm drunk.
He finally put me on the bed, but before I laid down, I place my hands on his face as he sat across from me in a chair. He looked pretty annoyed.
"Promise me… No more witches…" I huffed as I felt a vague throbbing on my chest.
"Time for bed." Dean whispered as he tried to loosen my hold on him, but I wouldn't budge, and he didn't want to hurt me.
"Promise me… N-no more spells… N-no running ahead…" I huffed out, and I saw the realization in his eyes flicker as he processed what I was really saying. He simply nodded.
"I promise. Go to sleep, you need your rest. I'll be here when you wake up. Trust me." He whispered as I believed him and removed my hands as I let myself collapse on the bed. He moved my legs on to the bed for me, and I rolled onto my stomach, passing out.
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A/N: Hope you enjoyed the story! It's a bit of a short ending, and I felt an ending leaving you wanting more would be better than a crummy ending. So hopefully this leaves you wanting more! Review!!!