Hey Y'all!

First I would like to say: Please don't murder me!

Then I would like to say: I'M SO SORRY!

I wish I could give a legit excuse, but really I'm just terrible at writing non action filled chapters. It definitely took a while and I am sooo sorry!

Anyway here y'all go.

Three days later, Dean was finally detoxed enough from the sedative that he could stay awake. During the past three days, he was always semi lucid whenever someone was around Sam, something the doctors were concerned about (John had even been given a recommendation for therapy regarding the brothers codependency). Sam was also slowly getting better, all of the physical wounds had been treated yet the doctors weren't sure of his mental state and how it was affected by the drugs. It became a waiting game for the three older hunters for Sam's eyes to open and they weren't handling it well.

John was a constant presence in the boys room, too paranoid about the multiple doctors that would enter and exit the room, always questioning what was being given to Sam. Dr. Manson was the only one the father trusted, and if anything seemed to be amiss to John, then the doctor was called in to explain it and assure him that it wasn't going to harm Sam.

Bobby was in the room pretty often, only leaving to tell hunters who called him for help any advice he had off the top of his head, then directed him to another hunter librarian if he couldn't answer the question. He was sure that he'd made quite a few of those hunters angry due to his lack of help, but one of the boys that he considered his sons was currently suffering so they all took a seat on the back burner in his mind.

Dean was probably the worst out of the three of them. He was the only one to experience Sam while he was drugged, and his younger brother's lack of memory scared him. Sure everything else that was wrong also terrified him, he watched all doctors who even laid eyes on Sam with a glare, but if his brother couldn't remember who his own father was, then how could Dean keep him safe? What was worse though was all of the possible issues the memory drug could cause, what if Sam forgot him?

The police had come by to get everyone's statements as soon as Dean was awake. It was a bit rushed as it was close to the 72 hour mark that they could hold both young women, yet they were confident that the information they gave would keep them locked away for a long time, even without Sam's story although the police informed them that they would have to be back to talk to him when he woke up.

A week after Sam was admitted to the hospital, Dr. Manson informed the worried family that they were going to ween him off the sedatives as his wounds had healed enough for him to be awake. It took three more days before he opened his eyes for the first time, a time when only Dean was in the room.

"Sammy?" He had watched his little brother's hazel eyes open, pupils blown and out of focus as they tried to take in the unfamiliar environment. As his younger brother began to panic, Dean leapt from his bed, by passing the call button. "Hey Sammy, Sammy! Look at me!" Sam turned and focused on his voice. "Hey, you remember me right? It's De, your brother."

Sam's mouth moved to form "De" but no sound came out. Yet Dean was sure that he recognized him as his little brother's breathing evened out. "Wher' amma?" he rasped out. Dean looked next to his bed and found the ice cubes that he'd been crunching in his boredom and handed a few to Sam.

"You're at the hospital. Dad and Bobby are out right now but we've been waiting for you to open your eyes."

"Safe?" Sam murmured, his eyes fluttering closed again seemingly against his will.

"Yeah you're safe buddy." Dean brushed his brothers bangs back as Sam settled back down, his eyes slipping closed again and falling back to sleep. He was glad that Sam hadn't remembered Milly the first time he woke up, but he wasn't naive enough to think that he had forgotten about the experience. However there was a small part of his mind that hoped the drugs messed with his memory to make him forget it all together.

The next time Sam had woken up was in the middle of the night.

Screams permeated from his bed, startling all three hunters from their own sleep (the hospital staff had long given up trying to regulate them to normal visiting hours). Dean was the first to react as he leapt from his bed and towards his brother who was thrashing and screaming in his bed. John had leapt up as well holding a hunting knife he had hidden in his jacket. Bobby, as the only one with experience being in a hospital, ran out the door and began yelling for nurses and orderlies to come help.

"Sam stop it!" Dean tried to break through to his brother, knowing how vivid the kid's nightmares were. "You're not there Sammy! Wherever you think you are, you're not there! You're here with me!"

"NO!" Sam yelled sitting up and eyes shooting open. By that time, the room had become crowded with medical personnel and Sam panicked, rolling out of bed and backing into the corner, pulling all the wires with him. "No, I don't want to, don't make me. Please miss, I'll be good. Don't make me Miss please-" His pleas tapered off into silence as quiet tears trailed down his face. Dean's heart broke at the sight of his little brother, who had already been through so much before this, break.

"Shh Sam, She won't make you do anything, she's not here." Dean tried to soothe, stepping forward with his hands out like trying to calm a frightened animal. "Sammy look at me," He waited until the wide eyes were both directed at him. "Who am I Sammy?"

It took him a minute, a long minute where Dean was terrified his brother couldn't remember him, before he whispered "De."

"Yeah that's right, it's me, you're not with her anymore, do you understand?" The message didn't seem to sink in though as Sam's eyes slid to Dean's right and focused on the space there, as if Milly was right there threatening him.

"Sammy, Miss" the name was bitter on his tongue, " she's gone. She's in jail."

"Miss's friends?" He stared apprehensively at the people gathered behind Dean, who had gotten close enough to crouch in front of his brother in an attempt to block the imaginary Milly from Sam's sight.

"No, they are friends of mine, they want to make sure you're still okay." Sam calmed down but made no move towards the Doctors. "Sammy, look at me. You trust me right?" Small nod. "Okay, then trust that the people in this room right now are not here to hurt you. Ill be right here the whole time okay?" Another nod. "Alright. Dr. Manson is going to have to come closer to make sure you didn't hurt yourself rolling out of bed like that okay?" Smaller nod. Dean signaled to Dr. Manson to come closer and the doctor came forward slowly, stalling when Sam's hand shot out to grab Dean's arm. "I'm not going anywhere, promise." Dean reassured and the Doctor made it over to check Sam's injuries.

"He didn't reopen anything, or tear his arm with the IV. But I want to get him back in the bed, I think this might have worn him out again." Dean nodded, already noticing Sam's drooping eyes.

"Comm'n tiger, back to bed." He helped his brother stand up and resettled him on the bed. Dr. Manson checked him over one last time before the room cleared of all medical personnel.

"Dean, come here." John asked yet as Dean moved to talk with his father, Sam's grip on his arm tightened.

"Don't." He whispered and Dean couldn't make himself, not wanting to take away any comfort that his brother could get. He shook his head and sat down on the bed next to Sam. The next morning the morning nurse found the two of them asleep, Dean wrapping a protecting arm around his sleeping brother.

The third time Sam woke up for good.

I feel terrible about the Cliffy but trust me the next one will be worth it, we will finally be seeing Sam's truama and learn the full extent of what he went through, I will also include some more Bobby and John interaction, they just weren't the best people to be comforting Sam through his nightmares.

With luck this should be up pretty soon. Please read and review!