(They eventually stayed through Saturday morning, not so much because Dean couldn’t walk for five minutes on Friday, he did, just not as well as the doctor wanted him to. ... Jill had pulled some strings and had a cot placed in the room for him.)

Seriously. That girl is an angel!

(Dean and Adam retired to the family room for a private ‘man to man’ discussion, where Sam found them a few hours later, Dean snoring on a recliner, and Adam on the floor in front of the TV. He wasn’t sure who had fallen asleep first.)

I'm sure it's an adorable sight.

(An hour after breakfast, Dean was practically pulling Sam to the car he was so anxious to leave.)

Hahaha! I can just imagine.

(I’m glad I made that call now – if you hadn’t have been so pissed off, I probably would have died right there in my car. You saved my life that night in Canaveral, and I’ll never forget that.”)

Naah. I don't believe in that man save man stuff. It's the god all mighty that do the saving. Even if Sam didn't call, if Dean's destined to survive, he will be saved by other means, I'm sure.

(But he’d been relieved that Dean hadn’t called back, God forgive him, relieved.)

Yeah. Back to hating Sam again.

(“Stronger than me? You think you’re stronger than me? And that a little concussion will slow me down? Do you really want to find out if I can’t force you out of this car, bitch?” He opened the door and stepped out.)

Don't worry, Sam he's just bluffing. I'm sure you are stronger than him too. After all he's surely still in recovery process. Hehe.

First, just one additional review for Ch.15:

(“All I can figure is that it was trying to track Caleb and me. But Dean, you should have killed it when you had the chance. I’ll have to hunt it down myself now.”)

Say what?
Unbelievable.

(“Did you miss it – or just piss it off?”
Dad scowled and lowered his voice. “Enough of the attitude. We didn’t know there was more than one of them, Dean. We didn’t know there were any at all until an ecology class student was killed out in the swamp. Maybe this was its mate, I don’t know.”)

What a nerve. He criticized Dean but threw some lame excuses when asked a simple question? Did he even realize it?

NOW to Ch.16:

(Dean raised his eyebrows. “Man, I'm good. Can’t remember them, but I can still line them up. Um”, he made a circling gesture with his hands. “Why do I remember some kind of no-fly zone?”
“Because I was an ass. )

Hehehe. I'm glad Sam's better now.

("Later or never on that part." He shook his head, slowly. “Physics, kites, matches … did you take on Kit?”
“Winchester honor, man, had to be done. I showed no mercy.”
“And I bet he thought the wind treated you better and wants a rematch.”
“With you naturally. I never knew he was such a prick.”)

Hah. Like you more and more, Sam.

(“As long as I live long enough for it to take effect.” His eyes were streaming. He cursed between sneezes, “Crap. Damn. Fuck.”
Jill burst out laughing. “I’ll make sure you live, Dean. I don’t want to have to use an epi-pen on you again.”)

I like this Jill. She and Dean seems really comfortable with each other, like they've been friend for years.

SPECIAL Note to Author: I finished reading, I just forgot commenting I guess. So I re-read and gave my comment.

I really enjoyed your story. I felt really bad for Dean cause everything shitty seemed to happen to him, but I'm glad that he and Sam were able to sort it all out.

Oh, now I know how what a bast* you think John is. And in this fic, I can't agree more.

(“OK, Dean, I’m going to let you lie down in the truck. You and I have a date at the hospital.”
“No, Dad, be fine. Just need to sleep.”
...
Dad picked him up, one arm under his knees, the other behind his shoulders. He winced but it felt so good to finally just let go. “You’re really strong, Dad.”)


At last, hospital. I was surprised he's not bleeding to death already.

(“Just a misunderstanding, I never did but I wasn’t talking to him either. Dean didn’t want me to go to school, not sure he told you. But he didn’t try to stop me, and he didn’t let Dad stop me. He would call me and I wouldn’t pick up. All he wanted was to shoot the breeze for a few minutes. But I so proud of being in college, proud of getting away...” After a few minutes, he quietly added, “He never told me about what he and Dad were doing, not once. He knew it’d piss me off. He practically raised me, he was just a kid, and he had to bring me up, but once I got to college, I wouldn’t talk to him." He took a shuddering breath. “I suck, don’t I?”)

Yes, you suck, Sam.
Oh, Man, I'm sorry I kept blaming Sam for everything. But the story just keep bringing his worse.

e stepped out into the room and confirmed that there was nothing of his Dad’s in there – the place had been cleaned out except for a note. Dean: 34.02, -84.36. Coordinates? Crap – his Dad had left already?...
He took two steps toward the car when something impossibly heavy landed on his head and shoulders, slamming him into the pavement, pushing the air in his lungs out, and sudden pain flared across his back.

Ew. Dean was really in bad luck. Just got out of hospital, found out that his dad didn't wait for him and now, attacked by a supernatural cat that he didn't even hunt.
And Sam thought he was drunk...

(“Don’t I know it. The reason I needed to talk to you first was what has happened since he woke up. I’m not sure I can blame myself, but I might have precipitated it.” She took a deep breath, “Sam, I was there when he woke up. He asked where he was and I told him Cape Canaveral. He kept telling me about something that attacked him outside his motel – jumped on him from the roof and bit him.)

Oh, Dean.

(By Wednesday afternoon, Sam was climbing the walls. He’d been scouring traffic accident reports, police logs, car impoundments, hospital admissions,..)

What couldn't Sam find him?

(“No helicopter, ambulance. Jill, please, no chopper!”
She looked at him intently, shouted to one of the EMT guys who signaled back, “Don’t tell me you’re afraid of flying?”)

Ohoho. Poor Dean.

(“What the hell? First you think I’m some kind of Cro-Magnan who can’t dress, then you don’t want me talking to a hot girl practically climbing into my pants, and now you think I found a way to embarrass your friends after we’re gone? That’s just super.” Sam stood and slammed the door shut behind him. He didn’t turn around. “Sam, will you fucking listen to me? I didn’t use the card to buy the presents for your friends. Hell, if you don’t want them, return them. The receipts are in the bags.” He got out of the car and Sam finally turned to face him over the roof.
“It never ceases to amaze me how stupid I became the minute you went to Stanford”, he hissed through his teeth. “I paid cash for them, some of the cash I won in Valdosta, College Boy.” )

Eat that, Sam. Hah!

(She smiled and pulled out an epi-pen and showed it to Dean. “Just in case there are bees underground. For Sam?” He nodded.)

Oh, wow. That's really for Sam? My bad.

One down, one more to go. And he found them too!
Go, Dean.

(Sam held out his hand, showing Dean the epi-pen. “Why do we have one of these in the first aid kit? It’s not because of that bee-sting when I was five is it?”)

Oh, Sam.. Are you that oblivious? Here I thought he's gonna start worrying about Dean and his possible allergy.

He took a step and wiggled his right foot to make sure his boot had purchase and began to transfer his weight forward when he felt something brush past him in the water and tug on his left boot.

Was the the thing? I thought it gonna be bigger, not some thing that can hide in a knee-high water.

He’d saved the giraffe from fire twice now but he had the feeling sometimes that if he didn’t have a car, Sam would have already skipped out on him looking for Dad. And he apparently had Dean pegged as some kind of perpetual alcoholic. He took a deep breath and turned away.
Sam watched Dean’s drop all expression from his face and shut down, his green eyes shuttered, closing him out.

“You’re rubbing your shoulder. Did you hurt it last night?”
Dean peered down at his hand in some surprise. “No, shoulder’s fine. Just an itch.”
If Dean thought he’d believe that was an itch, he had another think coming, ..

Hm... this is getting interesting.