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Sorry for the delay! I had writer's block... but thanks to cartchica89, I've gotten through!
I've been pretty sick lately and as a result, my concentration is shot so please forgive the sucky grammar, phrasing, etc!
Enjoy chapter six!
Sam woke up screaming. Dean jumped at the sudden outburst and quickly ran to Sam's side. "Sam!" He braced himself for the launching of a 6 foot plus man into his arms. "Hey, it's okay...!" Dean ran a hand through Sam's hair as Sam sobbed in his brother's arms. "It was just a nightmare.."
"Sir? Is everything okay?"
Dean turned his head to the nurse standing in the doorway and nodded. "My brother just had a nightmare. We're okay."
The nurse looked at the sobbing young man in Dean's arms for a moment before nodding her head and leaving.
"P-Pet s-s-sorry..."
Dean jumped at the sudden statement. Then a feeling of shock swept over him as he registered what his brother said. "Sammy?" he breathed.
"P-Pet sorry... h-he d-d-didn't m-mean..."
Tears fell down Dean's face. "Oh God, Sam! Sam, can you understand me?!?"
Sam looked up at his brother. "P-pet un-understands... Deanie?"
Dean felt like sobbing harder and dancing a jig at the same time. Sam was obviously getting better and that meant the world to Dean. But why on earth was he calling himself 'Pet' and Dean by his childhood nickname? Asmodeus, you bastard!
"Okay... Do you know where you are?"
Sam looked around the room and nodded.
"Where?"
"Hos'tal."
Dean hugged his brother in a mighty embrace. "Oh god Sammy!"
The hug caught Sam by surprise and he immediately stiffened. But quickly, Sam recognized the warmth and comfort of the person hugging him and he melted into his arms. "Pet's s-sorry."
Dean pulled back in confusion and said, "Why are you sorry?"
"D-Dantanian..."
Dean hid his surprise on hearing the demon's name. What the hell does he have to do with anything... and how does Sam know him?
"... he asked. Pet told... Sorry! So sorry! Please don' be mad!" Sam sobbed.
Dean shook his head. "Sam, I have no idea what you're talking about. 'He asked?' Asked what?"
"Peace," Sam said desperately. "Pet's peace. Dantanian asked, and Pet told!" Sam started to hyperventilate as his sobs got harsher.
"Hey, shh..." Dean brought Sam into his arms again, letting Sam's head rest on his shoulder. "Shh... Don't worry about. We'll deal with it when the time comes."
Sam frowned. Deanie's not mad? Why isn't Deanie mad? After everything Pet did...? Sam's eyes wandered aimlessly around the hospital room as he tried to figure out his brother's behavior when his eyes fell on Bobby.
He froze.
"NO!" Sam ripped himself from Dean's arms and quickly placed himself between his brother and Bobby's body.
"Sammy, what is it!?" When Dean tried to get past Sam, Sam stubbornly pushed Dean back. "Sam, what's wrong?"
"N-not D-Deanie t-t-too..." Sam wrapped his arms around Dean's neck, burying his face in Dean's shoulder but keeping Dean away from Bobby. "N-not Deanie t-too..." Sam sobbed.
"Sammy, what's wrong?" Dean rubbed circles in Sam's back, trying to calm him down. Dean looked up at Bobby's body and asked, "Is about Bobby?"
"N-not B-Bobby..."
"It's not about Bobby?"
"N-no... th-that not Bobby!" Sam raised his tearstained face from Dean's shoulder. He looked straight into his brother's eyes with an imploring look. "Not Bobby!"
Remembering Sam's previous reaction to Bobby, Dean looked back at Bobby's body, new thoughts starting to form. Is this why Bobby's in a coma? Is something inside of him? How does Sam know? Dean had a tough decision to make now. It was clear that Sam was afraid for Dean of Bobby's condition, so the sensible thing to do would be to get away. Go back to the apartment. But although Bobby may have something bad inside of him, Dean didn't want to leave his side.
Dean looked down at his sobbing brother and sighed. Sam comes first. The doctors can call me if anything changes. He ran a hand through Sam's hair, brushing the bangs out of his face. "Let's go back to the apartment, 'kay?"
Sam nodded. "'Kay. W-Whatever Deanie wants, P-Pet'll do."
Dean tried really hard not to think about what Sam really meant.
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On the drive home, Sam was practically catatonic. He was so eager to get out of the hospital that he even pushed desperately on Dean's back until they were out the door. But as soon as they got in the Impala, Sam just curled up against the door and fell still, his eyes staring at nothing. Every once and a while, his eyes flickered towards Dean, but they only remained for a second before turning back to space.
When they got back to the apartment complex, Dean carefully got Sam out of the car and led him back to the room. He led Sam to his bed and tucked him in under the covers. Dean didn't bother with the restraints. If Sam acted out, Dean would be right there.
When Dean got up to get some coffee, Sam's hand shot out and grasped Dean's wrist tightly. "Sam?"
Sam quickly let go of Dean's wrist as if slapped. "Pet s-sorry..." He curled his hands to his chests as silent tears ran down his face. "P-Pet r-ready to be p-punished..."
Dean quickly shook his head. "No, no, no, no, no! It's okay, Sam!" Dean knelt by Sam and wrapped his hands around Sam's. "You're not gonna be punished. You didn't do anything wrong."
Sam shook his head. "Pet is nothing, Pet has no family, Pet is just something to play with, and Pet will never serve another purpose," he said in a monotone voice.
"What?! No! No, Sam that's not true! You are NOT nothing, you have a family!" Tears started to well in Dean's eyes as he tried to fix his broken brother. "You are NOT something to be played with, you are a human being! One of the best I know." Dean wiped the tears angrily from his face. "And you're not 'Pet' either! You're Sam! Sam Winchester!"
"S-Sam...? No... P-Pet."
Dean was starting to get frustrated. "No, Goddammit! You're name is Sam! Sam, Sammy, Sam! Say it!"
Sam looked up with huge eyes. Why is Deanie mad at Pet? What did Pet do wrong? Or... Is Deanie figuring out that Pet not worth it... Been a burden all Deanie's life, why bother with more? Sam sagged in defeat, his eyes filling with tear. "So s-sorry! Pet sorry make Deanie mad! Pet understand..."
Dean could have shot himself right then for his stupidity. "No, no, no, Sam! I'm sorry! I'm not mad at you...! I'm just... upset. I want you to get better..."
"Pet... doesn't... understand," Sam said.
Dean sighed as he lay a hand on Sam's cheek. "That's alright. You will eventually."
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A doctor walked into Bobby Singer's room. He quickly checked the stats before delving into the patient's personal information. When he looked at the patient's home address, it said to be several states away. The doctor's eyes went violet as he snarled and flung the clipboard away. "Sammy boy... next time I ask you for information, you better make sure I can find that annoying brother of yours too!"
Dantanian grabbed an empty syringe and approached Bobby's body. "People pray all the time to die in their sleep. Consider yourself lucky."
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