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Dr. Drake walked out into the waiting room scanning the room for three faces he had seen quite a bit of the past few days. He immediately locked his eyes on the anxious expressions of three men whom he had given a plethora of bad news the past few days. However, today there was a slight difference. Actually more like a colossal difference. Any tears that were present in any of the men's eyes today were tears of hope. The tears were tears of joy. The past few days those tears were tears of sorrow, tears of pain, tears of grief. The biggest difference today however was Dr. Drake's facial expression. The past few times Dr. Drake had given these men news he had worn a pale somber expression. Today however, Dr. Drake had a reason for the large smile plastered on his face. A patient of his had made a turn for the better. This patient had experienced a miraculous recovery. He could not explain how it was possible. He was just thankful it happened. Mere hours before this patient had been dying from an infection coupled with a usually fatal high temperature. At this moment in time though this young patient seemed like an entirely different person. This patient's fever was almost back down to a normal temperature and the infection was clearing up nicely. This patient, Sam Winchester, was finally out of the woods literally and figuratively.

Dr. Drake approached the Winchesters and Caleb with the smile on his face growing. "He's going to be fine. Sam is doing great."

At those few words the three men began to chuckle and they all walked over to Dr. Drake. Drake could see tears of joy in the eyes of the worn down men. Dean, John, and Caleb all thanked Dr. Drake and shook his hand before going back to Sam's room.

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Dean, John, and Caleb were pleased to see Sam sans incredibly rosy cheeks and sweat soaked locks. This Sam had a little bit of color to his skin and actually looked as if he was getting better.

Sam smiled at the three men who walked into his room. "Hey," he said softly.

Dean smiled at Sam. "Hey dude, it's good to see you awake and talking. As much as I enjoy my reprieve from the constant Sammy chatter."

Caleb piped in, "Oh don't let him fool you Sam, he missed it, but seriously Sammy it was getting pretty boring watching you lounge here all day."

Sam smiled at Dean and Caleb and then looked at his dad quickly before he averted his gaze. John caught the look, as did Dean and Caleb. John knew that he had to talk to Sam and clear the air.

John spoke up, "Dean, Caleb why don't you guys go give Pete and the kids a call. I need to talk to Sam."

Dean and Caleb smiled at Sam before leaving the room. John looked at Sam who it seemed had found a spot on his blanket to be very interesting.

"Sammy, look at me."

Sam took a deep breath and then looked up. What shocked him were the tears he saw in his dad's eyes. "Dad?"

"Sammy. I'm sure you remember our fight the other night."

"Yes sir." Sam whispered.

John sat down on Sam's bed. "Yeah well that night was a bad one."

"Yes sir it was."

"Sammy." John sighed. "What I said kiddo. I did not mean it. I could never be ashamed to have you as a son."

"No dad you have every right to be ashamed. I mean I mess up a lot. I mean I messed up in the woods. Let a black dog get the best of me."

John was shocked by Sam's words. "Sam, no. You saved people. You were a hero in the woods. Sam I have never, and will never ever be ashamed of you." John grabbed Sam's chin and made Sam look him in the eye. "Do you understand me? I am so sorry Sam." John felt a tear spill over and roll down his cheek. John let go of Sam's chin and grabbed his hand. "Sammy, when I found out you were missing, the words I said kept playing over in my head. Then when I found out you were hurt, it was as if the words were amplified in my head. I hated myself at that time. Sammy, I prayed that you would be okay. I knew I had to apologize for the lies I said to you. Sammy I am so proud of you and I love you kiddo."

Sam felt his eyes fill with tears. The words John was saying were the words Sam had longed to hear. "I love you too Dad." Sam whispered.

John then leaned down and did something very uncharacteristic of John Winchester. He gave Sam a huge hug being careful of his injuries and then kissed him on the forehead.

Caleb and Dean were standing in the doorway for most of the conversation after making a quick phone call to Pete to share the good news. Dean and Caleb both smiled at the heartwarming scene knowing this was a one in a million moment; John Winchester and a chick flick moment.

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Sam slept through the afternoon. Pete, Jack, and Anna had come by before practice only to find Sam fast asleep. They could tell though that he looked much better.

When Sam woke up in the early evening, Jack and Anna came to visit. Dean, Caleb, and John left to go get something to eat and then returned to Sam's room an hour later. Jack and Anna were gone and it appeared as if they snatched Sam's good mood and took it with them.

Sam did not smile at the three men when they returned. He did not even acknowledge them. He just laid in his bed staring at the wall.

Dean walked over to Sam. "Sammy what's up? Did your accident give you x-ray vision because you're staring pretty intensely at that wall."

Sam mumbled, "Shut up Dean."

Dean frowned at Sam's response. "Hey what bug crawled up you're ass dude."

Sam turned and glared at Dean before turning back to the wall. John grabbed Dean's arm and led him out of the room. "Dean something is upsetting him, and picking on him is not going to help so knock it off."

"Ok dad, I'm just worried about him."

"I know dude."

John and Dean walked back into the room and found Caleb trying to talk to Sam with no luck.

John walked over and stood in front of Sam's gaze. "Sammy, what happened kid. You were fine an hour ago."

"And I'm still fine now. I'm tired. Good night." And with that, Sam closed his eyes and minutes later his breathing evened out signifying he had fallen asleep.

The three men exchanged confused and worried looks.

"What's going on with him?" Dean whispered.

"I don't know. Something must have happed while Jack and Anna were here," said Caleb.

"We'll have to ask the kids tomorrow," said John.

"Yeah. John and Dean, I think now that Sam is out of the woods though you guys should go back to the apartment and get a good night's sleep. I'll stay with Sam tonight." Caleb saw both John and Dean begin to protest before he cut them off. "Guys he'll be fine. We will figure out what is bothering him tomorrow, but tonight go get some sleep. And Dean for the sake of all things good, take a freakin' shower."

Dean feigned a hurt look while John and Caleb smiled.

"I don't really stink do I?" Dean asked as John thanked Caleb and escorted Dean out of the room.

Caleb chuckled softly as he heard John respond, "Compared to a garbage truck no."

Caleb then looked at Sam with worried eyes. "What is going on in that crazy head of yours Sammy?"

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Well Sam may be awake but things are necessarily all ok yet it seems. Please review:)