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Chapter 29

Mary burst through the door and hurried towards her son who spotted her and sprinted down the hallway.

"Mom! Mom, it's Dean!" He panicked. "He's-he just- he's not breathing!" Together the pair took off back to Dean's room. Mary grabbed onto the door frame to catch herself as she skidded to a halt, Sam right behind her. They watched as the nurses gathered round and the doctor brought the defibrillator paddles to the patient's chest shouting clear. Mary's eldest son's back arched as he jolted then fell still. The doctor repeated the procedure. Still nothing. All around them the machines that had been making their usual sounds indicating life earlier, were now all making either a long and terrifying beep indicating a flat line or going off as a means to alert everyone that something wasn't as it should be with the body it was attached to. Both mother and son had tears in their eyes as they watched on in horror. Just as the doctor readied himself to try again, Dean's eyes shot open and he began to gag on the tube that was still down his throat. Immediately, a nurse removed it and the mask and the elder Winchester boy coughed and gasped for air. Everyone in the room stared in disbelief at the sight before them, the doctor among them. Sam moved to approach him, but was stopped by Mary putting out her arm to block him.

"Go tell your friend he's awake,"she instructed. Reluctantly, the youngest left to inform the hunter of his brother's state, while Mary observed them at work on her son. It was another several minutes before all of the medical equipment was back to its usual sounds and his room began to clear of nurses, until only the doctor and Mary remained. She approached the bed and her still gasping son who's eyes widened as they fell on her. He moved to pulled himself up so that he could lean against the hospital bed in sitting position, but shot back down from the pain erupting from his stomach.

"I'd advise you not to do a whole lot of moving around for a while," Dr. Martin warned. Dean ignored him and tried again, this time slowly.

"Mom?" He questioned sounding as perplexed as he looked. His voice was hoarse and weak when he spoke.

"Hi Dean," she smiled.

"I honestly can't believe it nor do I have any idea on how he managed to do it." The doctor sounded baffled as he stared down at Dean. "You have some kind of angel watching over you."

Once he had gone, the mother and son looked at each other again.

"What're you-where the hell am I?" The eldest Winchester brother asked blinking.

"You're at the hospital. You and Sam were in a car accident."

"What? Where's Sam?"

Before Mary could answer, the taller younger brother appeared next to their mother with a relieved look on his pale face. For a split second, Mary feared that he was going to pass out.

"Welcome back Dean," he breathed.

"You ok?" Dean questioned, clearly thinking the same thing.

"Yeah, I mean a bit beat up, but, I'm fine. I wasn't the one in the coma."

"Coma? How long was I out?"

"A few days," the younger sibling informed. "I uh, things were pretty bad and I didn't know if you...so I called Mom. I told everything by the way." Dean looked from Sam to Mary who's features had grown serious.

"Everything?" He echoed. The younger man nodded.

"He wasn't given a choice," she added briskly.

"I can't believe-I thought I was going to..." Sam pushed back tears and quickly changed the subject. "How're you feeling?"

Dean looked down at his arm in a sling, "confused, mostly. A bit hungry."

The twenty two year old smiled at his sibling. "It's been three days since you last ate anything, I'll bet you are. I'll see about getting you a burger from the cafeteria."

"No, I'll go. You stay here with your brother," Mary insisted. She reached up and gently stroked her eldest son's cheek. "I'm so glad your back with us Dean," she said. He grinned at her.

"Thanks Mom."

Mary smiled back and then turned and exited the room.

"You said she knows everything?" He asked his brother, trying to fill the awkward silence that threatened to take over.

"I should have listened to you and Robert about Brady," Sam blurted out. Dean didn't respond. "I just, I wanted so badly to believe my best friend wasn't behind all of this, you know? I wanted to believe he wasn't capable of murder."

"Anyone's capable of murder with the right motivation," the elder brother responded flatly.

"What do you remember?" Sam asked keeping his hazel eyes glued to Dean. The twenty six year old found a spot on the floor and stared at it.

"I remember being at Bobby's and shooting at Jess' ghost which is when she clipped my wing." He brought his green stare to fall on his injured arm. "Then we were on our way to the hospital and...and then I remember...pain like I've never felt before, all throughout my body." Sam's eyes grew soft and apologetic as he watched his brother, the memory of what had happened still fresh in his mind. "And then I woke up here," Dean finished quickly, chancing a look at Sam.

"Brady will pay for what he's done. To you and to Jess. I'm going to make damn sure of it. I swear it." The younger man's voice shook with rage at the thought of the demon then turned soft as something else came to his mind. "Hey listen, Dean, I just want you to know that...I mean, you know I don't-" his words were cut off as the sound of footsteps reached the room. Sam twisted himself around and saw Robert standing at the entrance.

"Dean? It's good to see you're awake finally. You gave us all a scare," he stated.

"So I keep hearing," the elder sibling replied.

"Just take it easy, ok?"

"No promises."

The hunter smiled. "Well, I'm gonna head back to the waitin' room so yer mom can come back in. I just wanted to check up on ya."

"Thank you Robert," Sam said.

"Nah, call me Bobby," the man replied with an affectionate grin.

"Thanks Bobby," Dean smiled.

"You're the best Bobby," Sam complimented.

A few seconds after the hunter took his leave, Mary reappeared with a tray hosting a hospital cafeteria burger and a cup of water.

"Here you are Love," she said as she placed the tray on a side table. Dean glared down at it then back up to his mother. "It's best that we keep the food plain for the time being until we know how your stomach will handle it. Go slow."

Mary's eldest reached for the burger that consisted of two dry buns and a single patty. His stitched up stomach protested at the movement, causing Dean to squeeze his eyes shut and hiss through his teeth in discomfort. Sam cringed slightly as he put his hands on his brother's shoulders and gently guided him so that his back was up against the bed again, trying to keep him from agitating the wound and possibly pulling a stitch.

"Easy Dean. Just take it easy," he coaxed. "Here," Sam grabbed the burger and brought it to Dean's mouth. The elder brother glared at him.

"I don't need to be fed, Sam. I'm not some invalid," he replied dryly.

"I know you're not Dean, I was just-"

"Besides," his voice was voided of any humor, "why do you care?"

"What? Why do I care?" Sam countered taken aback. He couldn't be serious could he? Maybe just tired and agitated. He could understand that.

"That's enough. For God's sakes you two," Mary butted in, stopping them before their conversation turned into a fight.

Dean slowly and carefully reached for his meal with his good arm, bringing it to his mouth and taking a bite. It was dry, but he was too hungry to actually care.

"So," he said as he chewed, "when can I get outta here?"

"They want to keep you for another night, just to make sure you don't relapse or anything," Mary informed her son.

"This is going to be one hellva a medical bill," her youngest sighed and shook his head.

"Don't you boys worry about that, I'll take care of it." Mary assured her children.

"What? Mom, no. You don't have the money," Sam replied.

"Don't worry about it."

"But Mom-"

"You're my sons, it's my job to make sure you're alright and taken care of," she explained. "It'll be fine Sam."

He nodded at her but said nothing else. Dean finished his burger for the most part, which Sam had been grateful for, and the visitors were soon after told to say their goodnights to the elder brother.

"You can come back and see him in the morning," the nurse had commented. "But for now he needs to rest."

Mary stroked Dean's cheek and smiled at him. "Goodnight Love. Sam and I will see you tomorrow."

Sam looked down at his brother with shining eyes.

"Sam, what is it?"

"I just...nothing," he said not convincing even himself. "It's been a long day, or couple of days. I'm just tired is all."

"It's been a trying day, for all of us. I think we all could use some sleep. We'll see you in the morning, Dean. Get some rest."

As Sam left his brother's room, an uneasy feeling invaded him. Something didn't seem right, though he couldn't quite put his finger on what it was exactly that seemed off. That sensation didn't leave him for the rest of the night, following him back to Bobby's and consuming his dreams.

A/n: Not as crazy as the last chapter, I know, but I hope you enjoyed anyways.

SparksFlyAngel: Lol I'm actually really glad you weren't expecting that deal or that John made one. I hope you continue to enjoy this story as it progresses. Thank so much for your review. It's always a pleasure to hear from you.