Dean followed the Doctor inside his mind and heart aching with worry for his brother. The Doctor broke him out of his thoughts and said, "Mr. Wesson please have a seat."

Dean sat in the chair clumsily. "How? How is my brother?" Dean asked bracing himself for the worst.

"Your brother, he has suffered 3 broken ribs. A serious surgery had to be done on your brother's heart as the knives came quite close to damaging it. His sternum also suffered some minor damage. Other than that, he has some superficial cuts and bruise on all over his body."

Dean could see that the Doctor was holding something back. "What? What is it that you are not telling me? Tell me now." Dean growled.

"Your brother, he has fallen in coma." Dean's heart faltered. His breathing increased. He felt the earth shake under his feet and before he knew what was happening, he was emptying his guts on the Doctor's floor. Several minutes later, Dean continued to dry heave while the Doctor tried to calm him down. Dean's brain seemed to turn to mush. Only one single thought ran through his mind. His brother, the one he had protected all his life was now in coma. It was his entire fault. If anything happened to Sammy, Dean would never forgive himself for it.

The Doctor continued to comfort Dean. Finally, Dean managed to catch his breath. Tears filled those sea green pools and he tried to desperately keep himself from breaking down completely but failed. The Doctor stared in sympathy. He knew comfort was useless in a time like this. He wasn't surprised when Dean asked to see his brother immediately. He slowly led Dean over to his brother's room.

Seeing Sam so broken, so fragile, Dean once again promptly emptied his guts on the floor only this time nothing was left except bile. Seeing Sam lying on the bed looking so vulnerable and broken shocked Dean into remembering his father's words. "Watch out for Sammy" he had failed at the one job he had done all his life. His mom would be so disappointed in him. Dad would be so disappointed in him. Sammy would be so disappointed. Tears rolled down his cheeks in sad patterns as he grasped his brother's hand. Dean had always thought of his brother as huge but seeing him now so broken and fragile changed all of that.

The Doctor stood silently at the door watching the scene unfolding in front of him. He was amazed at the level of love and dedication between the brothers. Most siblings didn't share the same amount of love and adoration as the Wessons. He was fascinated by their bond at the emotional level. Rarely in his entire career as a Doctor had he seen this level of hurt and emotion amongst siblings as the Wessons. He felt sorry for both of the young men. Feeling morose, he walked off towards another patient.

Dean sat next to his brother constantly, vigilant with no care for personal needs. He sat there, holding his brother's hand constantly talking about various things. "You know when you were little; you used to talk so much. Constantly asking 'Dean what is this?' 'Dean what is that?' you were such a pain in the ass and you still are." A ghostly smirk flickered on Dean's face as he continued "sometimes I used to wish that for once you would shut up and stop it with the constant questioning. Now seeing you so quiet when you are grown up I- god Sammy what wouldn't I give to hear you voice again." Dean stopped talking, unable to continue as his voice choked with emotion and once again sad tears streamed downwards.

He once again tried to speak. "Come on you need to wake up for me bitch. I can't do it without you. Who is going to bitch and moan about my music and my driving? Grumble about my food and all the cholesterol choking my arteries? Who will be a pain in the ass? Sammy please wake up for me just once I want to hear you call out my name. I don't care what shit has gone down between us. Please wake up for me. Don't take away the only to reason for my existence. Please." At this point Dean broke down once again on the onslaught of fresh tears.

Dean sat there on the chair next to Sammy for what felt like an eternity. When the initial shock and concern for Sammy wore off, it gave way to guilt. His eyes began to tear up again knowing that he had put his brother in this position in the first place. He had been so absorbed in himself that he forgot to see what Sam felt or thought. Sure, he had been angry and felt torn up and betrayed, but this hadn't been the way to deal with it. He had lost sight of what was important to him, what he had stood for his entire life. Seeing his brother's near brush with death, knocked him out of his delirium. He would take Sammy; however he was, with all the lying and the god damn secrets if he would just get up of this damn bed. Dean rested his head gently on Sam's bed when a flutter of wings woke him up.

"Cas? What are you doing here?" Dean asked getting up

"I heard about Sam. I am sorry." Cas replied

Dean walked over to Cas and pulled him towards Sam's bed and said, "Cas! Miracle now! Please!" the last part came out at as a plea.

"I am sorry Dean. I really can't do anything much here." CAS tilted his head towards Sam's bed as though listening for something. "Your brother has lost the will to live. He doesn't think he had any reason to live for anymore. I am sorry. I can't do much" and with that Cas melted into thin air.

A/N ~ guyzz please review and make my day! This story is probably gonna come to an end soon in a few chapters. Thanks to all those who reviewed, faved and alerted it! Luvv you all!