Chapter 6

Just a short FYI, this takes place during the time Cas' powers are getting weaker and weaker, just the part about Sam's "first season" hair helped me imagine him better, cause I like his hair that way, but so…yeah, Cas' powers aren't that strong. But are they strong enough to heal Sam? Maybe, maybe not, you're gonna have to read to find out :) enjoy!

It started with a twitch. That's what woke Dean from his light slumber next to Sam's hospital bed. He sat up and leaned closer to his brother.

"Sammy?"

Sam's fingers twitched again in his brother's grip and Dean's heart leaped into his throat; Sam was waking up. That bastard doctor didn't know a damn thing.

"Come on, Sam, you can do it. Open your eyes for me buddy."

But nothing happened, only Sam's fingers kept jerking. Suddenly, his brother's arm started jolting, then his chest, and afterwards his legs. Dean's heart plunged right back down into his stomach. Then, without warning, Sam's whole body began to convulse. That's when Dean realized that Sam wouldn't be waking any time soon. This is what the doctor was warning him about; Sam was having a seizure. Dean couldn't move; he was frozen to the spot watching Sam shake violently. Finally, he came to his senses and slammed his hand on the call button.

"Help!" Dean shouted as he ran out into the hall. "Someone, my brother's having a seizure!"

Immediately, a flurry of nurses, followed by Sam's doctor, rushed into the room, shoving Dean back so they could get to the bed. One nurse came up behind Dean and began to pull him out of the room.

"Sir, you need to leave so we can get your brother stable."

"No I can't leave him! He'll panic if-"

But Dean couldn't finish, because he heard a sound that alerted both his and all the people in the room.

"He's going into V-FIB!" yelled a nurse.

No, not again. This couldn't be happening again.

"Sam!" Dean hollered, trying to push past the nurses.

"Get the paddles!" Yelled the doctor.

"Please, let me be with him," whispered Dean.

"I'm sorry, Mr., but its crowded enough already; we need room to get your brother stable." The nurse gently forced Dean out of the room and shut the door in his face. Before he could try and get back in, she locked the door and hastily went to the other nurses to assist them.

"Sam," Dean groaned, watching the commotion through the window. Though a bunch of nurses were blocking his view of Sam, he would occasionally catch a glimpse of his convulsing brother. It was not looking good for him.

"Come on, Sam, come on!"

"260!" He could hear the doctor shout. Dean flinched when he heard the thump of the shock against Sam's body. He saw his brother's chest lift off the bed, and in seconds, fall back down.

"No pulse."

Dean bit down on his lip and ran a hand through his, already, tussled hair.

"Charge to 300!"

Up…down.

"Still no…wait, he's back."

When Dean heard this, he let out a huge sigh of relief and he fell weakly to the chair besides him. He scrubbed his faced wearily; he just, almost, lost his brother again. Next time there might not be an 'almost'; Sam would be gone for good. No telling how much energy and strength that fucking seizure drained out of his brother. But Sam was fighting and that was a good thing; Sammy was a fighter and Dean never gave him enough, if not at all, credit for that. He would, though, after all this and Sam was back on his feet, Dean would respect and appreciate his little brother more.

Dean was suddenly jolted out of his thoughts when he heard the door click open. A couple of nurses filed out of the room and right behind them was the doctor.

"What the hell just happened?" Dean demanded.

"Your brother just had a Grand Mal seizure. He's very lucky to survive that in his condition, more so very lucky to be hanging on this long, period. But, I don't know how long he will last, because the fit drained a lot out of him and his body is becoming weaker and weaker by the moment, not to mention the high fever the infections are initiating. I really wish there was more that we could do, Dean, but…"

Dean's bottom lip trembled as he heard this. Dammit, Sam! As if he didn't have enough to fight off already.

"Your brother is very strong, but his health is fading fast. If you want to take him out of his pain now-"

"No way in hell am I pulling the plug! He's my brother and he will get better! How the fuck can you give up on his so fast?" Dean growled angrily, then turned away from the doctor and looked miserably at his brother.

"You can sit with him again if you want, and I'll leave you to your decisions."

Dean ignored him, not even noticing that the doctor had left. He watched quietly as the remaining nurses in Sam's room fixed the pillows and blankets, adjusted a few of the wires and tubes before turning to leave. When they emerged out of the room, they looked at Dean with sympathy before returning to their stations. Dean thought about going back into the room, but truth was, he was scared his brother would have another fit, and he couldn't take it anymore. The doctor's pessimism, Sam's failing health, everything! He spun on his heels and ran down the hallways, through the waiting room, skipped the elevator and ran down six flights of stairs before ending up outside. The bitter air stung his lungs and throat, but he could have cared less; he deserved the pain…and so did the son of a bitch that hurt Sam. When he got his hands on the guy, he would…no time to think about that right now. Dean ran further away from the hospital, through the parking lot and into vacant field. There was something much more important right now that he had to do.

"Cas!"

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"Cas, please!" Dean shouted at the top of his lungs. "Please, if you can hear me, anyone. I-I don't know what to do anymore. Sam, he's- Sam's my little brother and I can't bear to see him like this. I can't lose him, not now or ever." He got no response and no one appeared. Dean closed his eyes in defeat and fell to his knees. "Please?"

"Dean."

Dean's head shot up and he turned around to the voice behind him. "Cas! Oh thank god."

"Don't thank God, thank me. I'm the one who came…I was a little busy," Castiel the angel joked. But when he received not even a grin from Dean, he knew there was no time to play around.

"Cas, please... Sam's dying in there and the doctors have given up hope and I don't know what to do and-"

"Hey! Slow down and take a deep breath."

"I can't! I can't be calm when I know I'm gonna be losing my brother any minute!"

Cas sighed sadly, looking at the crushed kid in front of him. Dean's face was pale, along with his eyes, which were bloodshot and puffy.

"Dean-"

"Please, can you- can you heal him? He can't die because of a fricken car crash; if he's ever going to die, he should go out fighting this war!"

"Dean, you have to understand that my powers are not as strong as they used to be. I may not be able to fix Sam. Even if I tried, he wouldn't be fully recovered."

"Can you at least try? Just- I can't take this anymore, it's just too much for me to handle alone."

Cas nodded quietly. "Take me to him."

Dean sighed in relief. Finally someone's listening to him. He led Cas back to the hospital and up to Sam's room. When they stepped in, both Dean and Cas gasped in shock. Dean, because he hadn't seen Sam after the seizure yet, and Cas, because…well he hadn't seen him in forever. Sam had looked so much worse than before. Guess that's what happens when you're dying. Dean went over to the blinds and shut them, not wanting anyone to see what was about to happen.

"Oh, Dean, I'm sorry," Cas whispered as he took in Sam's appearance.

"Just…don't," Dean said, his voice cracking in emotion. The damn was about to break, but he didn't want Cas to see.

"Are you sure you want me to do this? Because if it doesn't work I-"

"Just do it, alright?"

Cas nodded and moved closer to Sam's bed. He could hear the synchronized breathing of the machine, helping Sam's breathe. His face was a complete mess, along with his arms and torso. This kid was beaten good. Son of a bitch, Sam, you really don't do things halfway do ya?

He looked at Dean once more before hovering his hand over Sam's motionless form. Dean stepped up cautiously, worried he might do something wrong. All of a sudden, he noticed the familiar twitch in Sam's fingers. Another damn seizure. Before the two knew it, the machines started going crazy as Sam convulsed vehemently.

"Cas, hurry! Doc said his body can't take another fit!"

Cas breathed quickly and placed a hand on Sam's bouncing head. He closed his eyes and concentrated. He could feel Sam's head bouncing below his hand, then gradually it began to cease. Dean watched Sam's body level down to smaller convulsions, then quivering, and finally, to his relief, nothing. Sam's body stilled and the machines went quiet. Back to normal at last.

"Did it- did it work?"

Cas opened his eyes and took his hand off of Sam's forehead. Before he could answer though, a bunch of nurses came rushing it, prepared to stop the seizure.

"It's okay, he's fine now," Dean smiled forcefully, hoping it was true. "It was just a small one this time."

The nurses bobbed their heads and left them alone again.

"Is he fine now?"

"Yes, well, I healed his broken ribs, lacerated intestine, seizures, bruised kidney, nose, his eye, lung, his wrist and his burns. I wasn't able to get the infections, but those will go away with the antibiotics."

"What about the TBC?" Dean asked worriedly.

"That one was a bit more complicated. Since my powers aren't that strong, I only cured the thing that was most life- threatening like the seizures. He may still have some headaches for a while along with dizziness and some temporary memory loss, but other than that he should be okay and wake up in a few hours."

"Wait, you said memory loss? You mean, Sam might not remember what happened to him?"

"I hate to say this, but he may not remember the accident, he may not remember you, he may not even remember that Jess had died. His mind might still be back before you started searching for your dad."

"That far?"

Cas nodded solemnly. "I'm sorry, that was the best I could do."

"I know, it's alright, you did your best. At least Sam will live. Thanks."

Cas smiled and watched Dean look at his brother and take his limp hand. Those guys were two of a kind. Before Dean looked up again, Cas disappeared into thin air. Dean lifted his head and realized that the angel had left. He grinned in happiness. Sam was going to be okay. He brought the chair closer to the bed and sighed. He squeezed Sam's hand and watched the kid breathe; soon he would wake up and not need that godforsaken tube shoved down his throat.

"Everything's going back to the way it was, Sammy. Now all we have to do is find the heartless jerk that did this to you, okay? Just wake up when you're ready and I'll be right in this very spot when you do."

Kinda a sucky ending to a chapter, but then next chapter will compensate for it. Dean is finally going to get the bastard who hit Sam and left him for dead…and maybe, just maybe, I'll wake Sam up…maybe ;) Reviews make my day!