Johnny Angel Ch. 9

Disclaimer: See chapter one

~~Supernatural~~

Previously: Moving out of the way as the younger of the two men strode forward, Alison was nearly bowled over by the sheer amount of emotion she could read in his expressive green eyes and it warmed her heart to know that Johnny was so well loved.

Wiping away the tears that were silently streaming down his face at the sight of his baby brother laying there in bed, Dean struggled to form the words that his heart so wanted to desperately get across. Every time he opened his mouth to try and say something to his unconscious sibling, his throat became choked with emotion, nearly leaving him unable to speak. "Awww kiddo, just look at you." Dean voiced, just above a whisper as he took in the nasogastric pipe threaded through Sam's nostril as well as the wires connected to his chest that lead to the heart monitor recording Sam's vitals. Reaching out to brush the bangs away from Sam's eyes, he started to sit down on the edge of the bed and then thought better of it, afraid that he could hurt his brother in some way.

"It's okay, you won't hurt him." Dr. Alison Thomas informed Dean as she saw him hesitate in sitting by his brother's side. Watching as green orbs suddenly turned towards her with a questioning look, she said, "I'm Dr. Alison Thomas and I've been taking care of Johnny, sorry…I mean Samuel since he arrived here a few weeks ago."

"It's Sam, he hates to be called Samuel," Dean retorted, sitting on the edge of the bed this time and grasping Sam's limp hand in one of his own. "I don't know how I can ever repay you for what you've done for my baby brother."

"Honestly, the only repayment I want is to see Sam fully come out of the catatonia," Alison stated as she gazed at her young patient lying on the bed. It would mean the world to her if she could just see his blue-green eyes sparkle with life in them instead of the dull blank stare she and the rest if her staff had become accustomed to at those times when Sam's eyes were open.

"About that Doc, is there anything we can do to help Sammy to wake up again?" Bobby questioned, entering into the conversation for the first time.

"You can talk to him, let him know that you are here for him and that he's not alone," Ali answered as she focused on the gruff hunter, wondering if he were Sam's father. "We haven't been able to establish the exact cause of his catatonia, but I am leaning towards some kind of post traumatic stress disorder being the cause so he needs to know he has family here to support him." Of course she knew there could have been other reasons for his catatonia, but PTSD seemed the most plausible cause with everything that he had went through in rescuing those teenagers from the burning building.

"Jeez woman, you have no idea of the trauma this kid's been through," thought Bobby to himself as he pulled his ball cap off and tugged his fingers through his hair which nos sported a little bit of gray. Sam had literally been through hell and back, but he couldn't very well tell the doctor that now could he? "We can do that, thanks." Bobby said, before walking over to the corner of the room and clutching a chair to pull it close to Sammy's bedside. He would be watching over his boys for as long as he was needed.

"You're welcome. Now, I must really go check on some of my other patients. But if you need me, just ask someone at the nurse's desk to page me," Alison stated as she took her leave so that the two men could spend some private time alone with their loved one. Striding over towards the door, she glanced back one last time and smiled as she watched the heartwarming scene taking place at that very moment.

Leaning back against the head of the bed as the doctor strode quietly from the room, Dean gently shifted his little brother up and over until Sam's head rested on his chest, just above his heart. "I'm here for you now Tiger and no matter what it takes, you're coming back to me. You hear me bitch? Even if I have to do the mother of all chick flick moments, I'm getting you back Sammy."

~~Supernatural~~

Smiling as he heard the words emitted by the oldest brother, Castiel knew his job was basically done. He could now relax and allow Dean to do the job he had gladly taken on at the age of four….taking care of Sammy. Of course, he wouldn't abandon the youngest Winchester just yet. No, he would wait until Sam took that first step towards waking before he returned to Heaven where he knew he was sorely needed.

Looking up to gaze out over what had once been a barren wasteland, he could now see the beginnings of hope beginning to spring up. Where once there was only sand for as far as they eye could see, now there were little green sprouts of life springing up from the granular substance which meant that Sam finally had some hope.

"Can you hear him, Samuel? You're brother is here for you and all you need do is follow his voice," Cas intoned as he placed a comforting hand on Sam's shoulder and gave it a slight squeeze. "Just follow that voice and it will lead you back home." With those words, Castiel removed himself from Sam's side and walked to an area not far away to keep watch. It was up to Dean now to save his brother from a desolate life of isolation and loneliness.

~~Supernatural~~

Carding his fingers through Sam's hair as he cradled his baby brother to his chest, Dean couldn't help but think of the boy that he had raised and how much he had changed over the years, but had still managed to retain his innocence until he was betrayed by Ruby into killing Lillith and breaking the final seal. But he'd be damned if he let that demon bitch and her cronies take away the best thing in his life. He was getting his Sammy back if it was the last thing he ever did.

"Hey Sam, do you remember when we were kids and dad said he was going to take us to that downtown Christmas parade in St. Louis, Missouri. You were six years old at the time and still believed in Santa Claus. I'll never forget the look on your face when Dad told you that after the parade, he would introduce you to the man in red. You could hardly wait to get there. All through the parade you were held spellbound by everything that passed by us. But you know what I remember the most?" Dean queried, not caring that Bobby was in the room and could hear every word he said as he bared his emotional side for everyone to see. "It was what you asked for when you finally got to sit on Santa's lap at the end of the parade. You didn't ask for anything for yourself, you asked if Santa could bring back Mom for me. I was having a really hard time missing her and you wanted me to be happy again. I knew then that I would never survive this life if it weren't for you being by my side."

Sitting on the other side of Sam's bed and quietly listening in as Dean showed a tender side of himself that he rarely allowed others to witness, Bobby couldn't help the silent tears that began to trail down his grizzled face. He loved those boys like they were his own and couldn't love them anymore if they were the fruit of his own loins. He could still clearly recall the day that John brought them into his life and changed it forever. He was a hardened hunter who had closed his heart off to everybody after losing his wife years before. And honestly, he had been severely pissed when Jim Murphy called to say that he was sending a newbie his way who needed to be trained in the ways of the supernatural. But when the small family had arrived and he had set eyes on the young father, he knew he would do whatever it took to keep that family safe. Returning his thoughts to the present, he closed his eyes and whispered a silent prayer. "I know I haven't talked to You in forever but please, if you're there God, don't take the boy from us again, not when we've just got him back."

~~Supernatural~~

Finally reaching the point where he knew that everyone would be better off without him, Sam allowed the darkness to start closing in on him. At least there, he could hide away from the loneliness that threatened to consume him…mind, body, and soul. Teetering on the edge of the black abyss, he was just about to freefall into the seemingly bottomless chasm when he heard a familiar voice, one that stopped him in his tracks. I'm here for you now Tiger, and no matter what it takes, you're coming back to me.

"Dean," he whispered as his heart dared to hope that just maybe, there was something left in his life worth fighting for. Stepping back from the edge of the crevice, he strained to hear that voice again. "…even if I have to do the mother of all chick flick moments, I'm getting you back Sammy." Sam's mouth gaped open like a fish out of water upon hearing the words. His big brother dreaded the so called chick flick moments even more than going to a dentist which he absolutely loathed. It propelled Sam to want to listen to more of what Dean had to say.

Returning to his place on the bolder that had become his home for the past couple of weeks, he closed his eyes and listened to his sibling speak of memories long ago, but what surprised him most was hearing Dean say that he couldn't have survived without him by his big brother's side which set his mind to wondering. Could it be true that Dean still needed him or was his mind playing the cruelest trick of all?

~~Supernatural~~

Hugging his brother just a little bit tighter, Dean allowed his own tears to start cascading down his cheeks as he began to rock Sam back and forth the way he did when his brother was younger and had been awakened from a nightmare screaming in terror, afraid that their Dad had been killed while on a hunt. Whether the rocking was for Sam's comfort or his own, he really didn't know. He just knew he needed to get through to his sibling somehow and rocking always seemed to bridge the gap.

"Please don't leave me again Sammy," Dean sniffled as he wiped away the tears only to have them immediately replaced by new ones, "I just can't live without you by my side kiddo. Lord knows I tried with Lisa and Ben, but you've been the center of my life since I was four years old and you can't expect me to change that now. Damn it Sammy, what I'm trying to say is that I love you little brother and that I need you to wake your sorry ass up so we can start being brothers again."

Barely suppressing the sob that was trying to burst forth as his brother remained stubbornly silent, Dean hissed in a stuttered breath as he felt a slight movement beneath his arms.

"Sammy?"

TBC