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Felicity's POV
"What do you mean!" Dean says.
"He is in his memories to protect his mind, there is a root we can use to send someone in to get him out. I will do my best to find some. There is also a chance he may come out on his own." Cas responded.
As we pull into the parking lot, I say, "There is no way we will get up there with Sam without being seen." At that, Cas flashes us up there. "Thanks."
"Your welcome."
I lay Sam on top of his bed, and I take off his shoes. I grab a blanket and put it on him. I come out to where Dean and Cas were standing.
"I have two extra bedrooms for you two. "
"I don't require a bed." Cas said.
"He flies away. Dean looks tired so I say," Go get some sleep. I'll stay with Sam."
'Are you sure."
"Yeah."
"Let me know if anything happens."
Anyone could tell he didn't want to go. He lays down. I pull up a chair next to Sam's bed.
I say," Sam, please wake up. Please Sam. I love you. Please don't leave me. We're going to get married, maybe even have kids one day. Please wake up so we can do that."
I start to sob. I hold his hand and massage it lightly. I ask silently Why? Why him? He has done so much good. I start to sing to him. He always liked it when I did that.
"Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Once I rose above the noise and confusion
Just to get a glimpse beyond the illusion
I was soaring ever higher, but I flew too high
Though my eyes could see I still was a blind man
Though my mind could think I still was a mad man
I hear the voices when I'm dreamin', I can hear them say
Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Masquerading as a man with a reason
My charade is the event of the season
And if I claim to be a wise man, it surely means that I don't know
On a stormy sea of moving emotion
Tossed about I'm like a ship on the ocean
I set a course for winds of fortune, but I hear the voices say
Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more
Carry on, you will always remember
Carry on, nothing equals the splendor
Now your life's no longer empty
Surely heaven waits for you
Carry on my wayward son
For there'll be peace when you are done
Lay your weary head to rest
Don't you cry no more"
I choke out the last line.