I finally got to writing this chapter yesterday and I gotta say that it makes me sad in a way. I know I told you guys who read the other chapter that I had 2 more chapters for you, but unfortunately with all the things that are going on right now (including season 5 which I adore so much) I decided to make this story a 10 chapters only.
I wanna thank everyone who's been loyal in reading this story from the start. I know it's been a while since I started this story, but I wouldn't have gone to write it all if I wouldn't have gotten any readers. I also wanna give a big shoutout to my Supernatural pals from all around the world! You guys are the reason I write! :)

Comments are always appreaciated. Also if you have any story requests that I might be able to work on just send me a shout! Enjoy the finale!!!! :)

May 11th 1988

"Sammy? You awake little guy?"

Sam opened his eyes slowly, until Dean came in focus in front of him. He looked around; a new hotel room. The walls were of a lavender and brown mix; definitely not a match he thought as Sam sat up and looked at his brother. "Where are we?"

"Ohio." Dean simply answered.

It was as if Sam's memory came back to him in a flash: Dad had come to pick them up from that other hotel and he had driven them as long as Sam could stay awake. Truth was he didn't held on too long as he cried.

He had lost his book. Forever.

Sam had tried to hide his tears away from his dad. Of course he would probably blame Dean for whatever had happened while Sam knew that Dean didn't have a thing to do with any of his sadness; if anything Dean had made him smile for as long as he could have.

After searching until the car had arrived to the hotel. Their father hadn't even come out of the car since both boys knew better than to have him getting out coming and getting them. Sam remembered Dean taking his hand and taking him out of the room, helping Sam up to the backseat of the car. Their dad hadn't said a word and just drove away from the hotel; away from his book.

"Where's dad?" Sam yawned.

Sam noticed that his older brother had small dark spots under his eyes. Had he slept? "Dad's gone for a few days."

The small kid nodded, knowing better than to ask any other question.

"I'm sorry, Sammy."

Sam looked up at his brother and shook his head slightly. "What for?"

The silence answered Sam's question: Dean had taken responsibility for making Sam cry. It was always like this with Dean, and though Sam was only five he knew his brother more than anyone else.

"It's okay, Dean."

No more words were said as Dean got off Sam's bed and got under the covers on his.

xXx

Dean stared down the vampire with a mix of worry and anger in his eyes. Not only was he worrying about Sam, but there were other patients and staff members on this floor that were scared to death of leaving this place. Dean also knew that in no time the cops would get to work on the "hostage situation" and he had no time to waste.

He thought a moment about the doctor who was now his and Sammy's best shot at surviving this thing. Shit. How could he have put someone's life in danger like that? But somehow he knew – he had felt it – that she could help him out like no other person.

Staring down the vampire he noticed the blood in his eyes and on his clothes. "So tell me, what did you have to munch to get up here? Don't tell you actually ate one of your nest members?"

Oh yeah, Dean thought to himself, real super hero-like there, Batman!

The vampire's lips slightly curled up. "A nurse. Figure she'd do since the morgue was already out of blood."

Dean could not help but ease himself up, knowing that the danger wasn't as bad as he thought. The vampire had noticed.

"What, you ain't gonna fight me now, human?"

Dean laughed. "You seriously think you are a wise smart-ass here? You actually thought that drinking some dead man's blood would do you some good? You should have done your race a favour and commit suicide down there."

The look on the vampire was more than just priceless, but Dean had to take the time to strike. He looked around, checking for anything that would be useful to kill a vampire when he noticed a woman with a white lab coat coming from behind the SOB.

In her hands Dr. Lang carried a long blade. She had obviously taken the longest one she could bring without having anyone notice she had a weapon on her, probably hiding it in her coat. Her eyes met Dean's and she stopped in her movement. Of course he didn't want her to witness what he was about to do with the poor bastard, but what other choices did he have?

But the moment was broken quickly when the vampire noticed that Dean wasn't looking back at him but at something behind him. The vampire quickly turned his head and Dean took his chance and tackled the thing before he could jump on Melissa. Both males ended up on the floor at the doctor's feet.

"Run! Now!"

Dean looked up as he struggled with the vampire. The doctor held the blade tightly with both of her hands and was frozen like a statue. When he heard a hiss Dean quickly looked down and saw that the vampire's second set of teeth were out and ready to bite. Dean slammed his right fist against the thing's right cheek before trying to reach up to the blade.

The doctor took a few paces forward, almost jumping over the two men when Dean saw a hand grabbing her ankle. In the seconds that followed Dean saw the woman getting out of balance as she was pulled down, hitting her head on a little table near the door and knocking her out instantly.

Shit! Like things could get any worse, Dean thought as the struggle to get up continued.

Dean thought about his brother lying on the bed behind him, fearing that if the vampire got the best out of him that it was too late for the both of them. With a burst of strength Dean got free of the vampire's and got on both his feet as soon as he could.

His next step was surely getting to the blade, but obviously the vampire knew that as Dean felt something grabbing him from behind and in a blink of an eye he found himself against the wall facing Sam's room. He knew without a doubt that his back would be reminding him of the situation in the morning, but he didn't have time to wonder about that detail.

Trying not to think of the people in the next rooms Dean braced himself as the vampire's eyes were mad with killing instincts. In a rush Dean felt his jaw almost breaking in half when a punch got to him. A few kicks and punches followed, while he tried to protect himself from the vampire's mouth.

But it was only when Dean was tripped down that he knew it was over. He cursed himself not only for "following the rules" for once, but also for not taking care of himself in the past couple of weeks. Sam had been right: all those hunts after hunts in the past month hadn't been a good idea.

He fell on his back and looked up, the vampire glowing in victory. His only thought was about Sam, wishing he'd done things differently with this hunt.

Sam…

Just as Dean closed his eyes tightly he heard a thud on the floor, followed by silence. Dean brought his arms down and wondered just for a second what had happened has he heard loud breathing, but not from the vampire. This was a familiar sound.

Sam.

Dean looked up and found his younger brother in his hospital gown, holding the bloody blade in his hand. At his bare feet were a headless body and the head of the vampire near his arm.

"Sammy?"

"D… Dean…"

Dean had to react quickly: he only had enough time to get up before his brother fainted in his arms.

xXx

When Sam came back to reality – or so he thought it was – he wondered for a moment where exactly he was. Last thing he remembered was talking to Dean inside a sweet muscle car.

The Impala.

Sam had to wondered for a moment why in the world had Dean locked his most precious possession instead of driving it around but then Sam remembered those words a male voice had told him…

Come on, Sammy, wake up!

Wake up? Had he been dreaming?

Of course he had, or else why would he have found himself inside a hospital room?

He looked around in the slightly lighted room. It was already night fall outside, he thought. As he heard feet shifting to his left Sam turned his head quickly, hoping to see who had told him to wake up, only he didn't find a man but a woman in light blue scrubs. She had light coloured hair and for some reason she seemed so… familiar.

"Emily?"

The woman turned around at the sound of his voice, smiling. Somehow it was as if she knew he had finally woken up and was relieved to see his eyes.

"I'm sorry, you must be mistaken me for somebody else." The woman with the nametag 'Lucia' said.

Sam frowned, somewhat disappointed. He tried to hide the look, not wanting the nurse to worry about him. "Where is my brother?"

Lucia closed her notepad and headed for the door. "He's speaking to Doctor Lang. She will be meeting with you shortly. You need anything?"

He shook his head even though he should have nodded. He needed one thing though: for some reason he just had to see his brother.

xXx

Calm had somewhat come back inside the hospital wing. After the doctor had quickly regained consciousness Dean had been able to take care of the body, sending it straight to the morgue. Cops had been in to check on any casualties but for some reason they hadn't been around for long.

Not that Dean was complaining. The farther he stayed from the cops the better.

Most of the staff had decided to stick around, all but Agnes who had been sent to the Emergency Room. Dean somewhat felt bad for the old gal but somehow knew she'd make it out alright.

He stood outside his brother's room, wondering when he'd be able to finally get in and talk to the guy. Lucia had come by to tell him that Sam had woken up, and as much as he wanted to see him he wanted the doctor to do her job as quick as possible so they could get the hell out of dodge.

As he smiled back at the woman he heard small footsteps running towards him and turned to find the little girls from his first day. Katie and Nina Dean remembered. As they both ran to the next door Dean saw Ana, the same doctor who had ran after them, repeating history.

Things had gotten back to normal, he thought as the doctor smiled at him.

xXx

The room door opened and Sam couldn't believe his eyes. After Lucia had left and told him that Dr. Lang was coming he had felt something in his stomach, as if he was happy to see that doctor. But he didn't know that the same person would have been his possible wife.

Wait… had he just said his wife?

"Who are you?" The words left Sam's mouth as soon as the door was closed.

Doctor Lang approached the bed and sat on the chair, her long dark hair in a ponytail just has he remembered her. He noticed the bruise she had on her forehead and instinctively wanted – needed – to ask her if she was alright, but decided to keep it quiet.

Once the doctor was properly seating down in the chair she placed her notepad on the night table and looked back at Sam. There was a long silence, as if their eyes were doing the talking.

Sam didn't need to ask her anything as everything he had seen in his dream came back to his mind. As if those memories were all the clues he needed, Sam found the answer to his own question.

"I will tell you everything that you want to know, Sam." The woman next to him said. "As long as you promise me not be angry at me if I cannot answer some of those questions you seek an answer to."

She spoke with the softest, most reassuring voice Sam had ever heard, and Sam knew that she was doing it so he wouldn't be going all crazy killing on her. Besides, how could he kill her without any lamb blood?

"Who are you?" Seemed to be the only words Sam could come up with.

But it didn't matter to her. "You already know my name. Well, my human name at least. I am a doctor at this hospital; have been for years now."

"But you are a – "

"Yes, I am" she nodded slowly. "So what?"

Sam frowned at the question. "And aren't you supposed to be feeding off…" something snapped in Sam's head. "Wait, you didn't… kill me?"

"And why would I do that? In case you haven't noticed, I am a doctor."

A huff came out automatically of Sam's throat. As if he didn't need to ask his following question, she went on.

"I know you must think that this is the perfect way to get to humans, but don't think so low of me. Notice how you are still alive and well. I have been doing my job to help people for decades now and I happen to love it. Now kill me if you want, hunter, but know this one thing: you are alive and awake today because of me."

Sam shook his head. "Then how do you survive?"

She grinned at him, revealing that smile he remembered. "Doctors happen to have access to a certain 'dead' part of the hospital, if you catch my drift."

Winking at him, she got serious again. "Is there anything you wish to ask me, Sam?"

He thought about it for a second. He wanted to ask her so many things at the same time, but only one question came out instead.

"I thought you Djinns were supposed to make your wish come true?"

The doctor nodded. "Of course, and you did wish for that world you were in, Sam. And before you ask about it no, I could have never make the one wish you dream of coming true."

Was she psychic? Of course she wasn't: she had been in his head, searching for that one wish that didn't involve killing… "Why not?"

"Because I couldn't, Sam."

Sam was confused. What was wrong in wishing a demon's death?

"You know something though, I was surprised," she told him, probably wanting Sam to be thinking about something else.

"I'm sorry?"

"You," she leaned in, placing her elbows on her knees. "Of all the people I've healed nobody ever woke up from my dreams. Nobody except you."

Sam was as stunned as the doctor. What could he possibly tell her that she didn't already know about him? Trying to remember exactly what had brought him back, he remembered the male voice. Someone had asked him to wake up, and so he had.

Nodding at him as if she'd read him again, the doctor smiled. "You will be alright. I'll get your discharged papers ready so you and your brother can leave before the feds come back."

Sam watched her as she got up from her chair and left for the door. "Everybody has a dark side inside of them, Sam. But remember that everybody has a good side in them too; all you need to know is how to balance both."

Their eyes met for what seemed like forever, her stare biding him farewell before she walked out of the room.

xXx

"How is he?"

As soon as the room door was shut Dean had run to the doctor. Somewhat she wasn't surprised seeing him almost jumping her.

"Your brother will be fine. We are getting his papers ready so you can both leave as soon as you can."

Dean nodded, understanding the orders to leave. He felt as though she was hurrying them in case the feds came back and not just kicking them out for causing so much trouble in their hospital.

"Listen, I just wanted to…" Dean began but his voice broke.

The doctor placed her right hand on Dean's shoulder. As their eyes met she smiled at him. "Thanks."

She brought her hand down and both of them turned to look inside Sam's room. The guy was sitting on his bed, his back facing the both of them, and was staring down, probably at his hands.

"It's funny." The doctor said.

Dean turned his head and looked at her, confused. "What is?"

Without looking back at him, she replied. "How people are ready to sacrifice themselves for the ones they love."

He frowned at her, trying not to make sense of what she was trying to tell him. Before she walked away she turned to face him.

"Your brother is a strong guy, Dean. Never doubt what he'd do to protect you."

Before he could say anything back at her, the doctor had disappeared.

xXx

"Hey big guy."

Sam turned around at the sound of the voice. After finding the bag of clothes near the chair where the doctor had sat in he had gladly decided to change and had gotten ready to leave.

"Hey, Dean."

Sam watched his brother coming in slowly. This was the good old Dean, Sam thought as he remembered the Dean from his dreams. For some reason though, this Dean was as happy as the dream one had been.

"I see you remember how to move?" Dean joked.

Sam couldn't help but to huff at Dean's words. Yeah, this was the good old Dean.

There was another long minute of silence. There were so many things Sam wanted to tell his brother, and knew somehow that Dean felt the same way.

"Sam I-"

"Dean I-"

Yeah, this is working great! Sam thought.

But no words were needed, they both knew that. It was probably best that the keep it that way too.

Both their heads turned to the door when they heard a sudden banging noise on the other side of it. Not wanting to repeat history Dean had went to the Impala to gear up and had now his hand on his gun.

"Danielle! The doctor told me to come!" a voice said from behind the door.

"Oh yeah, T: like I'm going to let you get the last glimpse of those guys' asses!"

Sam frowned. "Where the hell am I again?"

Dean opened the door and found gladly accepted the paperwork from both nurses. As he shut the door he turned to look at his brother and couldn't help but laugh. "Looks like you were out of it for too long little brother."

As if he didn't want to ask, fearing what his brother had done while he was out of it, Sam got up from his bed and grabbed all that was his. "I'm ready then."

"Then let's go."

xXx

The walked out of the room, brought the signed paperwork to the station desk where all of the staff waved at them and saw them leave. As they walked down the hallway Dean asked to stop at one of the rooms.

Kirsteen was in her bed and had lots of visitors: her mother, sister, nurses and some of the little patients.

"I just wanted to keep my promise." Dean said as he gave Kirsteen the little book back.

When Dean turned around he saw his brother outside the room, talking to one of the staff member. Dean turned around and leaned in to whisper something in Kirsteen's ear.

"Don't ever lose that book; it has special powers."

Dean turned around, knowing that for some reason his ass was being checked by the women inside the room, and got to his brother. After waving goodbye at everyone the boys finally left the hospital.

"Where to?" Sam asked as he took his seat back in the Impala. He felt somewhat happy that the car wasn't stored somewhere.

The engine roared, and Dean looked to his right. "Let's just take it easy for a while."