Chapter 8

Sorry for the super long wait you guys. Just real busy…again ;) Here's the next chapter, enjoy!

Dean quickly thanked Officer Priest as he got out of the car. He saluted to the man before shutting the door of the cruiser and trotted up to the hospital. He couldn't wait to see the look on Sammy's face when he told him the good news. He knew Sam would be overjoyed to know that his almost killer was behind bars for a very long time. His brother had to be awake by now; it's been at least two hours. Cas had said Sam would wake up within the next couple of hours and Dean had been patient long enough; his eagerness was ready to blow. He strode down the crowded hallways, bumping into small nurses and pushing past doctors. He had to get to Sam.

"Sam, you're neve…" but Dean's sentence trailed off when he saw his brother; his little baby brother who was still out cold. Shit, Sammy. Dean dejectedly walked further into the room and sat back down in the chair he abandoned earlier.

"Come on, man, you gotta wake up. I'm getting bored of just talking to air."

Silence.

"And if you don't remember me, which would be very difficult to do, I'm gonna have to slap you up the side of the head." Dean smirked weakly, but getting no bitchy comeback from his brother didn't make it very fun.

"Dammit, Sammy."

Dean continued to watch Sam's chest rise and fall steadily. Now that he had a better look at his brother, he realized how good of a job Cas had done, considering. Sam's face was cleaned up really well, only a few bruises were left showing on the bridges of his nose and his jawline. Sam's eye was no longer black and the swelling had gone down tremendously. The thick bandages around his arms had been removed, showing only smooth tan skin instead of burnt and red. The cast was the only thing left, though, but his wrist was healed. Not like they would tell the docs though, because then they'd become suspicious as to why the bone healed so quickly.

"Let's got, dude, time to rise and shine…I-I have to know, for sure, if you're okay."

No response.

Dean groaned in frustration and scratched his head. "So that's how it's gonna be? The silent treatment? Real mature, kid. Well, two can play at that game." Dean folded his arms across his chest and tried glaring at his sleeping brother. It didn't last even twenty seconds, before Dean got agitated and leaned forward. He grabbed Sam's curled, outstretched hand and squeezed it gently. He laid his head down on the bed next to his brother's arm. It was obviously going to be awhile, so he guessed he should just get comfortable. Besides, he was exhausted; his adrenaline was wearing off quickly. He closed his eyes, sluggishly drifting off into a restless sleep. His last view of anything before the darkness overcame him was he peacefully sleeping kid brother.

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Everything felt sore and stiff. His head, his chest, even his face. What the hell happened to him? Maybe he'd gotten into some sort of fight? Sam took a deep breath, inhaling the smells of floor cleaner and sterilizer. They smelled familiar, but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. He rolled his head, unexpectedly, on something soft and fluffy. Dammit, now he knew where he was. A friggin' hospital. Something really bad must have happened for him to end up in a hospital, but he hoped he was wrong; he absolutely despised those places.

He tried uncurling his fingers, but they felt restrained by something-or someone- and he frowned inwardly. He moved his fingers, a bit more this time, and he was rewarded with a groaned followed by the pressure near his arm decrease and a gasp. The grip on his hand got tighter, causing him to wince, but he brushed it off anyways.

"Sam?"

Dean? What the hell was his brother doing here? Now he definitely had to open his eyes; this was totally worth seeing for himself. Maybe he was dreaming…hopefully.

"Come on, buddy, open those eyes for me."

Why was he being so nice? Sam blinked opened his heavy eyelids, but his vision turning out completely unfocused. He squeezed them shut, hoping to get them clear before reopening them. He found himself squinting at a brightly lit room, which jarred his, suddenly, hammering head. He groaned as he looked at his surroundings, noticing all the machines and wires coming from him.

"Sammy?"

Since when did Dean call me Sammy? Something was so not right.

"D'n?" Sam managed to get out with his scratchy raw voice. Dean didn't care how bad Sam's voice sounded right now, it was music to his ears.

"Oh, thank god you're okay." Sam remembered him; he remembered both their names.

Sam coughed harshly and looked up to see Dean grinning down at him…which was really starting to creep him out…a lot. His brother was acting really strange.

"D-Dean, what are y-you doing here?" Sam frowned as much as he could with his sore, bruised face.

"You had me really scared for a moment there, Sam. I almost lost you."

Suddenly, a name popped into his head-a very important and special name- that made his panic gradually climb.

"W-What happened? Where's Jess, is she okay?"

Dean smile immediately vanished, his brow furrowing.

"Dean," Sam said shakily. "Where's Jess?"

Damn.

A really short chapter, but I just wanted to get a chapter up and the story flowing…and it seemed like a good place for a cliffhanger. I already have chapter 9 almost written out and it should be all typed and update within the next few days. Comment comment comment! :) Luv ya!