Okay, so I'm gonna be honest. I may have to admit that two hours of sleep and three pots of coffee wasn't such a good idea. Between the trips to the bathroom and being off the wall in one class and drifting in another- yeah, maybe not the brightest idea I've ever had.

But… it did get me writing this chapter, during work- Shh, don't tell my boss- and during class- it was a boring lecture anyway- so it gets to you guys fast and you finally get to see Missouri's plan to help Sam! (Not to mention much needed brother time for Sam and Dean.)

So anyway, here's chapter 15 (wow, you don't hear me say that a lot, my longest Supernatural fic thus far was only 12 chapters, and… there's still a few more chapters left in this storyline.)

Hope you enjoy!!

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'Just One more moment, that's all that's needed.
Like wounded soldiers in need of healing.
Time to be honest, this time I'm bleeding
Please don't dwell on it, cause I didn't mean it

I cant believe I said I'd lay our love on the ground
But it doesn't matter cause I've made it up forgive me now
Everyday I spend away my souls inside out
Gotta be someway that I can make it up to you now, somehow.'

I'd Come For You - Nickelback

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Chapter 15:

Dean watched Sam sleep, the uncomfortable plastic hospital chair angled toward the door, ready to jump up and protect his brother from anyone who might want to come in and hurt him. It was weird to have all these protective urges slam back into him once again, urges he hadn't really felt and relied on since before he had died.

Before he had gone to Hell, and everything else had followed.

Resisting the urge to sigh, Dean ground the heels of his hand into his eyes and resettled his gaze and his attention on Sam. The younger man had fallen asleep against Dean with the help of the medication the doctor had given him earlier, and had stayed loosely curled in a ball on his side facing Dean since then.

Pain still curved his mouth downward and crinkled the edges of his eyes, even in sleep. Dean reached out a gentle hand and smoothed the crease in his forehead, hating himself a little when Sam leaned into the touch as if he were starved for attention- which Dean had to admit, he might be.

Since he had gotten back, aside from the initial hug, Dean had avoided most physical contact with anyone, Sam included.

There had been no knocks to his shoulder.

No brush of knees when they sat beside each other.

No gentle squeeze on the back of his neck.

Thinking over all of the things he hadn't done in the months since he had been back, and add to that the time he had been dead… Dean was appalled to realize that for the last half year, Sam had basically been alone and neglected.

Groaning as his own headache threatened, Dean forced himself to clear his mind and take stock of their situation. Looking down to where Sam had traded Dean's shirt for his hand, Dean focused on their entwined fingers and forced himself to acknowledge the fact that Sam was there, that he had alive and okay. If only for the moment.

Sam was pale, but he did have more color than he had before, when the seizure and migraine had still be fresh. He was breathing easier than he had been before, and with his color stronger, the bruise on his face was quite as stark. That fact in itself was a major relief for Dean. The older brother had never been able to handle seeing Sam hurt or in any kind of pain, and the times where he wasn't able to do anything about it…

Dean didn't like it when all he could do was sit on the sidelines, while others figured out what was wrong and helped Sam.

A soft 'rapp' sounded at the door, drawing Dean from his musings, and he tensed, his free hand white knuckling itself on the chair's armrest. The door pushed open, a liver of light falling through the room, coming to rest on Sam's face, causing the younger man to whimper and turn away, curling tighter around himself and Dean's hand. Dean growled low in his throat and stood, trying to see who was on the other side of the door and tell them to, "Shut the damn door."

"Dean Winchester, you watch your tone with me!" Missouri's hushed voice came from behind the door, as the woman stepped in the room. Dean's eyes widened and he relaxed, standing closer to Sam to shield him from the light not a threat, as Missouri turned to shut the door.

"Sorry," he whispered hoarsely to her, curling his fingers tighter around Sam's, as the younger an once again whimpered at the sound of the door shutting.

"That's alright honey," she said quietly, walking around to the stand on the other side of Sam's bed. "You poor boy," she said softly, reaching out a hand and placing it gently on Sam's side, as he slowly relaxed under Dean's watch.

"So" Dean started after a few minutes, staring at her hard, "What've you got?"

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"So," Sam said hoarsely, a few hours later, his migraine dulled to a harsh headache, "I'm supposed to just sit there, while you poke around in my head, and basically plant the equivalent of a psychic bomb in my head?" He asked incredulously, his gaze flicking back and forth between Missouri and Dean, and widening impossibly when he saw Dean nodding as if to agree with the idea.

"C'mon Sammy," Dean said with a forced grin, even though the older man was doing a crap job at hiding his worry, "It'll be fun, like fireworks behind your eyes."

More like a meltdown behind my eyes, Sam thought sarcastically.

"Yeah, it'll be fun." He stated blandly, not even caring that Missouri could hear his thoughts, it'd be a good wake up call for the woman.

"Samuel Winchester, you stop that right now!" She said chidingly, he hands on her hips, disapproval clear on her face and in her tone, "I wouldn't do anything that I thought would hurt you," she said, her tone softer as she read deeper, and saw Sam's very real fear.

"Yeah," he breathed, agreeing with her, knowing in his head that she was telling the truth. She had been helping his family for a long time, and she had wanted any one of them hurt, she would have done it long before then. "Fine." He relented after a few minutes, "when are we gonna do this?" He asked instead with a heavy sigh.

"I want you to get some rest before we even try this, and I also want to make sure that migraine of your's is well and truly gone," Missouri said, shaking her head and holding up a hand to him when Sam went to interrupt, "Migraines cause pain and potential harm to psychics while they're in other's minds, and what we're doing is risky enough without that potential roadblock."

"Okay," Sam agreed, nodding as he motioned for her to continue.

"Dean said the doctor was going to discharge you in the morning, so if you get some sleep, and make sure you eat, we should be able to try this out as early as tomorrow afternoon." She said thoughtfully, nodding to herself before focusing her gaze on Sam and Dean once again.

Sam looked to Dean for his agreement on the time and the idea, a silent conversation taking place with only a few exchanged looks, before he nodded to himself and her.

"Okay," he breathed. "Let's do this."

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A/N: There yah go, a nice bonus chapter for this week! And on a Thursday no less!

By the way, does it bother anyone else that Sam is now addicted to demon blood in the show?? I mean I can get over them making him sleep with Ruby, but the whole drinking demon blood thing…

Anyway, please review.

Take care

DS