HOLY SH--!!!!! I swear I just died! I went to see Fast & Furious 4 last night, the one small joy I was going to allow myself this weekend, because I have so many tests and papers coming up, it's not funny.

Number 4 was beyond amazing, and it were a race, I would say it may have even nudged itself in front of the first one by a smidge, or at least tied. I am so glad I went! I was so intent on the screen and so involved, I think I may have scared my roommate and the guys that went with us.

One thing's for sure though… I will be getting back into FATF fic, I may not post it on here, just on my livejournal, but if you like those movies, check out my page, I will list the link on my author's page.

GO SEE THE MOVIE!! You won't regret it.

Oh and here's chapter 16. =-cough-= Enjoy.

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'Surround me, it's easy, to fall apart completely
I feel you creeping up again (In my Head)
It's over, no longer, I feel it going colder
I knew this day would come to end, so let this life begin'

Until the End - Breaking Benjamin

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LAST TIME

"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.

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Sam fidgeted as he sat in a wheelchair in front of the nurse's station located just after the entrance to the PCU and then to the doors outside. He had been sitting there for a few minutes, waiting for the nurses to get the call that Dean was parked in the ring outside the entrance, so they could wheel Sam out to meet him.

Sam had never liked hospitals, and sitting so close to the entrance without being able to leave was setting him on edge. Hospitals represented fear, hurt, and death to him; to any hunter; and Sam had always found himself anxious when he was in one, especially when he wasn't the one who was injured. When he wasn't injured, it meant Dean or his father was, and neither of those were acceptable situations.

The last time he had been in a hospital had been when his father had died, and he didn't like lingering on the memory of finding his father splayed on the floor, any longer than he had to.

The desk phone ringing brought Sam's attention back to the present and he found himself crossing his fingers in hope that it was Dean. He looked over to see a small middle aged nurse looking back at him and nodding as she spoke softly into the phone. From the set of her lips, turned up into a faint smile, Sam knew it was a distinct possibility.

When she hung up and nodded at him, telling a younger nurse to wheel him outside to meet Dean, Sam had to suppress the urge to shove a fist in the air and whoop for joy. He settled for a deeply dimpled smile instead, making the young nurse wheeling him, giggle in return.

"You ready to blow this place?" Dean asked as soon as Sam had been wheeled through the entrance, walking around the car and opening the passenger side before he walked over to Sam.

"You have no idea." Sam mumbled, but Dean heard every word, and felt exactly the same as his little brother. Hospitals were only for necessity, a place that no hunter (no Winchester) ever wanted to be stuck in.

Dean grinned at Sam and pulled his brother's arm over his shoulders, hauling him up out of the chair and winding an arm around his back. Slowly they made their way to the car, Sam panting through his nose as Dean lowered him gently into the passenger seat.

He hated being weak. Hated not being able to prove himself the Winchester he was, and though he knew that Dean didn't see the weakness as a, well weakness when he had just been released from the hospital, Sam didn't like it at all.

Groaning he leaned back against the familiar leather and sighed, breathing in the scent of the Impala and relaxing for the first time since he had woken up. When Dean opened the driver side door the last remaining tension in his shoulder's disappeared and Sam drifted, trusting that his brother wouldn't let anything happen to him.

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Dean watched Sam out of the corner of his eye, while he drove. Sam had almost been asleep by the time Dean had slid in and started the car, and watching the younger man completely relaxed and at ease was a nice sight.

As he pulled into Missouri's driveway, he sighed, not wanting to wake his little brother up, but knowing that it was a necessary evil, knowing that Sam wanted to get this whole thing over with as soon as possible. Leaving him locked in the car all afternoon wouldn't be doing anyone any favors.

Shutting off the engine, Dean regretfully reached over and shook Sam gently. The younger man groaned and shifted, settling deeper in the seat, before going still again. Dean laughed and tried again, shaking a little harder this time, receiving a groan and a "What the hell?" from a voice laden with sleep.

"We're here dude, time to wake your tired ass up." Dean grinned, noting Sam's sleepy appearance as his brother lifted his head and looked around in confusion, before his brain kicked in and he nodded.

"Yeah, okay." Sam mumbled off handedly, and Dean got the feeling that Sam still wasn't completely awake. There was still a slight sheen in Sam's eyes, the kind that could only come from strong drugs or tiredness, and at the moment, Dean didn't know which was the culprit, or if both played a role.

He smirked, and got out of the car, walking around to Sam's side, and opening the door for the younger man before reaching in to pull him up. Sam sank against him, as Dean shut the door and guided him toward the front door, intent on getting him to lie down for a little bit, while the drugs finished working their way from his system.

He steered Sam through the kitchen and into the living room, ignoring Missouri's inquiries, settling Sam on the couch and pushing him down and back against the pillows. Sam was out as soon as he was flat, lines smoothing from his face.

Dean stood and scrubbed a hand over his face, noticing for the first time that everything in the room had been fixed since Sam had been taken to the hospital. It no longer resembled a room where a bomb had gone off, and for that Dean was grateful. He knew that he was going to offer Missouri some money or some kind of compensation for all the damage that had been done, though.

"Nonsense, boy. It was no one's fault, therefore, no one will pay for it." Missouri said softly from behind him, and when Dean turned to look at her, she was looking at Sam, a small smile lining her features.

Before he could even think to argue with her, she was there, resting a hand on his shoulder. "If you really want to do something, just make sure you're brother's taken care of," Dean nodded, like that was any different from what he always did. "-and there might be a small hole in the roof over my bedroom." Her smile widened, and Dean laughed.

"Yeah, sure." He said after a few moments, and looked back at Sam, surprised the younger man hadn't woken with his outburst.

Must be more tired than I thought. Dean's forehead creased and he crouched down to settle a hand on Sam's chest, reassuring himself that his little brother was indeed okay, before standing again and draping a blanket over the still form.

"He'll be okay." Missouri said, again resting a hand on his shoulder, and Dean nodded.

"Yeah, he will." He said confidently, "If he's not, I'll resurrect that Yellow Eyed Son-of-a-bitch and make him pay."

TBC

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A/N: Probably not what you were expecting, but this story really isn't agreeing with my muse, I think she's boycotting or something. It's just not coming to me like it used to. I will finish this though, I'm just hoping that when all these tests, papers, and finals are done with, I'll get my groove back.

Still I'll keep updating, and I just hope you guys like this and stay with it.

Take care,

DS