Hello readers! :D I am so sorry it has been awhile since I updated this story, but here's chapter 6 and I have most of chapter 7 written so it will be up soon. As always thank you so much for all the reviews, favorites and follows. Enjoy!

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"Hey, boys," Bobby says, with a small, tight smile.

"Hey, Bobby," Dean greets and looks over at Sam. Sam's eyes widen and Dean can tell by the look on his face that he's upset with him because he obviously told Bobby what happened.

Bobby slowly walks over to the hospital bed and scoots up a chair on the opposite side of Dean. He takes a minute to look Sam over. His eyes travel from the foot of the bed, over Sam's bony legs, to the IV in his arm, and then to the horrible bandages wrapped around his wrists, and ending on Sam's face.

Bobby sighs. "What were you thinking you idjit?"

Sam immediately rolls over towards Dean. His eyes meet Deans and silently begs him to make Bobby leave. He doesn't want to talk about what happened. To embarrass himself.

Bobby lays a rough hand on Sam's shoulder. "Hey, I'm talking to you. I came all the way here. Talk to me, boy."

"What?" Sam sighs, rolling back to face Bobby.

"What?!" Bobby questions with a horrified look on his face."What the hell did you do this for? I'm not your father, but we have a lot to deal with- Saving lives, killing evil. Too much to deal with, without having to worry about one of our own. What would even make you think this was an option?"

"You wouldn't understand," Sam states, bluntly.

"I wouldn't? No, I don't think you understand, Sam. Do you have any idea how much it would hurt me and your dad to lose you?" He points at Dean, noticing that the older Winchester has tears forming in his eyes. "Do you realize how much it would hurt your brother?!"

Bobby runs his hand over his face and takes a deep breath in attempt to speak calmly. "At least you've got your family, boy. You know what I have? An empty house. You don't think I've wanted to put the gun to my head more than a few times? You should be thinking about hunting and maybe even girls from time to time. You need to be strong, Sam. We need you to be strong. Your brother needs you."

Sam looks up at Bobby. Tears running down his face. "I'm sorry."

"You don't need to apologize to me. I understand if you don't want to talk. But if you need anything, you know you can come to me."

Exchanges nods with Dean, Bobby leaves the room. Sam rolls over to lay on his back. His breath is coming in short gasps and large tears are running down his face.

"You ok, Sammy?" Dean ask, pushing away Sam's bangs from his eyes and thumbing some of his tears away.

Sam sniffles and leans into his brother's touch. "I don't know."

Dean takes a deep breath, shutting his eyes for a moment. "Bobby's right, Sammy. Loosing you would kill me. Literally. If you were gone, I would soon follow."

"Dean-"

"No, Sammy. Let me talk. I'm not mad at you. I want you to know that. I'm sorry if I said anything before that hurt you. That made you want to-"

"Dean, this is not your fault. You really have to stop doing that," Sam states, chuckling lightly.

"Stop doing what?"

"Trying to take the blame for things when they aren't your fault. It's not because of you."

"I want to understand, Sammy. But I'm not going to make you talk about this now. You have been through too much. But we will have to talk soon."

"I know."

"I'm..I can't do this without you, Sam," Deans says, with a shaky voice.

"Dean.."

"I'm serious, Sammy. What do I have to live for if my pain in the ass little brother isn't around?"

"You have dad..and Bobby."

"They don't mean as much to me as you do, Sammy."

The door clicking open cause both boys head to turn. "Dean, can I have a minute alone with Sam?" John asks, holding the door open. Obviously, not giving Dean a choice.

Sam gets an upset look in his eyes and grabs Dean's shirt when he goes to stand up.

"It's ok, Sammy. I'll be back soon," Dean assures, giving Sam an attempted smile.

John makes his way into the room and sits in the chair next to Sam's bed.

Dean turns to look at his brother one last time, as if to make sure he will be safe, and walks out the door.