A/N: We are coming to the end of the story. Only two more chapters to go. NC

Chapter 22

The van skidded to a stop in front of the emergency room doors. Sam jumped out and hurried inside to get help. Two gurneys were wheeled outside, and orderlies helped place John and Dean on them. They were rushed inside for medical attention.

"Chaos, go to motel and check me out and one of you bring the Impala back here," Sam instructed him handing him to keys to the Impala.

"I'm staying here with you," Doc said. "You shouldn't be alone right now."

"You don't have to."

"I know; I want to."

Sam nodded his understanding and stepped to the open van door. He pulled a duffle to him and unzipped it.

"This is for your help," he said pulling bundles of money out and handing one to each of the team. "It should maybe make it easier for you to kick start your civilian life."

"Wow, thanks Titan," Chaos told him flipping through the bundle of money. "We'll be back as soon as we can."

"Thanks for this," Smoke nodded. "You're a good team leader."

"Yeah, this will help out," Zero agreed.

"Put the two duffels in the trunk of the Impala; I'll deal with them later. I need to get inside." Without further words, Sam hurried toward the doors with Doc trailing behind him. He didn't stop at the desk and tried to get through the door, but it was one that you had to be buzzed in.

Doc pulled Sam back and tried to calm him before he got too loud and was asked to leave or security was called. He talked to the nurse at the desk, and she called to the back before allowing them to enter. An RN met them near the front of the curtained off rooms.

"Are you with the two men just brought in?" she asked.

"Yes, my father and brother, where are they?" Sam asked looking around her as he continued his search.

"They've been rushed to surgery pre-op. If you will come with me, I'll show you where to wait and have you fill out some paperwork for me."

"Alright," Sam replied knowing his family had to have been seriously injured if they were taken away that quickly. He followed the RN down several halls until she opened a door to a waiting room.

"I'll get those forms and bring them to you."

Sam stepped into the waiting room and looked around. There was no one else around this time of the morning since most surgeries were scheduled during the day. He walked to the window that overlooked the parking lot and looked out into the darkness that was lit by the lights spaced around the lot.

"I'll make some coffee," Doc offered seeing a pot and items to fix it. He filled the pot and poured it into the container and then added a premade coffee/filter packet. Once it was perking, he took a seat and studied his ex-leader. There was worry, stress, concern, and anxiety on his face and his body language was stiff and tense.

"Here we go," the RN announced when she entered the room. "Once you've completed them, you can leave them at the nurse's station at the end of the hall.

"Okay," Sam nodded accepting the clipboard and pen and took a seat on the couch. He stared at the first form for a moment, not really seeing it. It took him several minutes before he started filling it out. He did what he could for both sets of admission forms and got up to take it to the nurse's station.

"Let me do that," Doc offered getting up. "Why don't you fix a cup of coffee for yourself?"

"Yeah, I could use the caffeine," Sam decided, handing the clipboard to him. He stepped to the counter and pulled a cup from the stack to fill it with coffee. Once it was doctored to his liking, he sat back down and blew across the top before sipping on it. His body seemed to deflate, and he slumped sideways as he drew in some deep breaths trying to calm his troubled soul. Sam knew the doctors would take care of Dean and their father, that they were where they needed to be.

Doc returned and fixed a coffee and sat down near Sam. He sipped on his coffee trying to think of a way to help Titan.

"Titan if you want to talk or anything…" he trailed off.

"Thanks," Sam mumbled. "I'm fine."

"If I may speak freely Titan, you're anything but fine. You were always the strong, levelheaded, sensible one and listened to all our problems and gripes when we were teamed up. It's only right that we be there for you."

"Thanks Doc, but I'm okay, really." Sam tried to sound convincing to himself and for Doc.

"Do you want us to hang around until the doctor talks to you?"

"No, I'll call a family friend when it's a reasonable time. He'll come down if I need him."

"You know we don't mind."

"I know. And I do appreciate your offer."

They sat in silence sipping on the coffee as they waited for any news about John and Dean.

Spn

Sam quickly stood up when the waiting room door began to open. He thought it might be a doctor or nurse with news on his family, but was disappointed when Chaos walked in.

"Here you go," Chaos spoke to Sam handing him the Impala keys. "It's parked near the front of the lot and your things, and the duffels are in the trunk like you wanted."

"Thanks for doing that," Sam replied taking the keys and dropping them into his pocket. "Look, why don't you guys head out, the job's be done. You don't need to hang around any longer."

Chaos looked at Doc for a moment to take his cue from him. Doc shrugged his shoulders and shook his head letting him know he wasn't sure.

"Are you sure?" Chaos questioned him.

"Yeah, I don't know how long before I hear anything. There's no need for everyone to stay."

"Will you at least promise to contact one of us if you need anything?" Chaos asked.

"And call to let us know how your family is doing," Doc added.

"I will. Thank you and thank your friends for their help."

"We're still family Titan. We look out for each other."

"That we do," Sam agreed. He shook Chaos and Doc's hand and patted their shoulders. "Have a safe trip home."

"Call us," Chaos insisted before stepping from Sam with Doc following. They headed for the parking lot and the van to begin their journey home.

Spn

Sam looked at his watch again as he paced the length of the waiting room. It had been hours since John and Dean had been rushed to surgery and he hadn't gotten any news yet. He couldn't sit still for long, feeling like a bundle of nerves. He was starting another round when the door opened, and a man dressed in scrubs stepped into the room.

"Mr. Winchester?" he questioned.

"Yes, call me Sam please. How's my brother and father?" Sam asked quickly.

"Let's have a seat. I'm Dr. Bailey, your father's surgeon," he explained. "There was so much damage done to his body, I'm sorry to tell you that he passed away on the operating table. We did everything we could, but it wasn't enough."

It felt like a ton of bricks fell on Sam as the air was sucked from his lungs. He finally drew in a short breath when he realized he was holding it. The words John spoke in the van came back to him, like John knew he wasn't going to make it and wanted Sam to know how he felt.

"My brother?" Sam rasped out as he held his emotions in check for now.

"I'm not his doctor, but I know he's still alive. I'll have someone come out and brief you."

"Thank you doctor," Sam said shaking his hand before he left. He slumped back on the couch as the doctor's words sunk in and tears welled in his eyes and began to fall down his cheeks. He felt numb all over and his mind began to fill with a fog as it started shutting down.

'If only I had gotten to them sooner,' Sam thought as a barrage of guilt overpowered him. He dissected his plan trying to figure out if there was another way that might have saved his father's life. He berated himself as grief, despair, and sorrow shadowed his soul threatening to distinguish the light within.

It suddenly hit him that he would have to tell Dean about their father. Sam was scared that he might not make it either and he would be alone, with no immediate family left. His head fell forward as he ran his hands over his short hair and squeezed his eyes tightly shut. Without realizing it. Sam's leg started bouncing like it did when he was upset and nervous. He got up and paced the room again, finally stopping at the window and wrapping his arms around his body as he shivered uncontrollably. A coldness seemed to have crept into his body, chilling him to the bone. Knowing he couldn't breakdown, Sam fought his inner demons since he needed to be strong for Dean. Still, he couldn't stop a soft sob from escaping from between his lips, and he put his hand over his mouth to hold back the sounds. He quickly wiped his face on his shirt sleeve when a nurse stepped into the room.

"Mr. Winchester," she addressed him.

"Yes, my brother, how is he?"

"Your brother needed surgery for internal bleeding. The doctor is putting him in a medical induced coma so they can detox him from the drugs he had been given. It is the fastest and least painful method."

"Can I see him?" he asked anxiously.

"When he's settled in a room someone will come and get you."

"Thank you," Sam told her. He stepped back to the window and pulled his cell from his pocket. The phone at the other end began to ring and he waited for it to be answered.

"Singer Salvage," a gruff, irritated voice answered.

"Hey Bobby, it's Sam," he greeted him trying to keep the trembling out of his voice.

"Sam, what's going on? I've been waiting to hear from you. Did you find your daddy and brother?"

"Dad's dead," Sam forced out. "His injuries were too severe. Doctors couldn't…"

"Oh son, I'm so sorry. And Dean?"

"He's in a medically induced coma because they were shooting him full drugs. He's still alive but I haven't seen him yet. I don't know what shape he's in."

"Where are you?"

"Odessa, Texas."

"I'll catch the first flight down there."

"You don't need to come."

"Yes I do Sam. You need someone with you right now so don't argue with me. You just take care of yourself, and I'll see you soon."

"Alright Bobby," Sam sighed since he was too exhausted to argue. He ended the call and slipped the phone back into his pocket. He was glad Bobby insisted on coming so he wouldn't be alone. All he could do right now was wait until he could see Dean.

A/N: Sam is lost in his grief and sadness over the death of John. He has the painful task of telling Dean. I do like reviews/comments. NC