A/N: It has come to an end. I want to thank all the loyal readers who have followed, favored and reviewed this story. I hope you like my ending. For those who have read my sibling trio stories, I have a new one started that I will be posting soon. I hope you will give it a read. The story I am co-authoring with Chick Feed, Freakin' Friday, is still going strong, give it a read. Until we cross paths again, keep on reading.


Chapter 8

With clean clothes and clean body, Sam did feel slightly better, but felt his stomach twist and churn from the coffee he drank. He leaned against the sink willing chaos to calm down before leaving the bathroom.

Dean was leaning against the wall waiting for Sam to emerge from the bathroom. He straightened up watching his brother cautiously. Sam pushed his damp hair out of his face as he gave his brother a slight smile.

"You good?"

"Yeah, just a little queasy still."

"You need to eat somethin', how 'bout toast and hot tea?"

Sam dropped his dirty clothes just inside Dean's bedroom before following him to the kitchen. Cas was busy cooking something Sam wanted nothing to do with. His stomach did a flip-flop as he gulped a mouth full of air.

"Cas, Sam needs something bland, like toast, says stomach bugging him." Dean told him as he looked in the cabinet for tea bags.

"Got it, toast to start." Cas said pulling bread from a bag and popping it in the toaster.

Sam sat at the table watching his brother and Cas work around each other. He had Dean back, that was what counted, the other stuff he could deal with, he just had to keep it under control until it was completely out of his system. He had to be positive, he could do this, his brother believed in him, he was not going to let him down.

Cas set a plate with toast in front of him and went back to the stove to finish what he was cooking. Sam picked up a piece of toast and took a small bit chewing it slowly. He tried to swallow, but the bite would not go down. Sam grabbed a glass of water and began to sip it trying to get it to slide down his throat.

"You ok bro?" Dean asked noticing Sam's discomfort.

Sam felt his gag reflex kicking in and stumbled from the table toward the bathroom. He could feel the bile burn up his throat as he dropped to the floor at the commode and spit out the water and bread. He heaved again coughing up bile lodged in the back of his throat. He felt something cold being placed in his hand as Dean placed a cup of cold water there to rinse his mouth out.

"Rinse." Dean told him placing a hand on his shoulder for comfort.

Sam obeyed his brother and sipped the cold water swishing it around before spitting it out. The sour, disgusting taste still lingered in the back of his throat as he tried to swallow it down. He leaned his head into his arm hoping that was it. Another wave of dry heaves coursed up his body making him gag again. His stomach clenched in a spasm before finally settling back down. Sam set back leaning against the cabinet taking short breaths praying that was it.

Dean looked down at the pale face of his brother as a worried expression crossed his face and quickly disappeared. He didn't want Sam to know how concerned he was.

"Sammy, think you can make it back to bed?" he asked softly.

"Give me a sec." he croaked.

"Take your time, try sipping a little water. You need to keep hydrated."

Sam put the cup to his lips and wet his mouth slightly afraid to actually drink. He let a few drops trickle down his raw throat soothing it slightly. When his stomach didn't rebel, he tried another small swallow.

"Dean, I made Sam some ginger tea to settle his stomach." Cas offered holding out a cup of tea.

"Thanks Cas, how do you know 'bout stuff like that?"

"I watch Doctor Oz." he said matter of fact.

Dean gave him a strange look arching his eye brows at his response. Sam accepted the cup with a thankful nod and tried a little sip. Cas had sweetened it with honey to cut the tart taste and it didn't taste bad. He paused and took another sip letting the warmth of the liquid spread through his stomach and outward into the rest of his body. His stomach fluttered slightly, but seemed to calm more with each sip.

"Come on, let's get you in bed." Dean said helping Sam to his feet and guiding him to his room and his bed.

Sam didn't complain about this being Dean's room, he liked the idea of staying here instead of his own room. It seemed to comfort him to be in here with its familiar surroundings and smells of his brother. It felt like his brother, giving him a sense of safety and peace. Dean pulled back the clean sheet letting Sam settle on the bed. Sam set the cup down and laid back, letting his body sink into the memory foam mattress as Dean pulled the sheet and blanket up over his body.

"Try to rest ok. I'll be in the kitchen grabbing a bite to eat."

"M-m-m." Sam responded his eyes already getting heavy.

Dean and Cas left Sam to sleep and headed back to the main room.

"Did I do it right?" Cas asked when they were out of ear shot of Sam.

"Yeah, the sedative should let him sleep for a while and hopefully the cravings will weaken."

"Would you like an omelet? I am getting better at making them."

"I guess." Dean replied unsure if he wanted to try the angel's cooking or not. The last time he cooked, Dean had to throw a box of baking soda on the fire. He smiled at the memory and sat back watching Cas crack eggs into a bowl.

"Would you like ham and cheese?"

"Sure, might as well go all out." Dean sighed his thoughts on his brother.

"He's strong, Sam will be ok." Cas tried to assure him. He was still not that good with human emotions but he had gotten better. He knew humans needed assurance and support when they had doubt.

Sam felt the pull of sleep sweep over his body as he breathed in the familiar scent of his big brother. He let his mind float on a sea of nothingness, as shapes moved just out of his vision. Sam tried to grasp onto a shape, but they were moving too fast. Smells assaulted him, rich, coppery, slightly metallic. If a color could be smelled he was sure the deep crimson of blood would smell like this. His body was pushing for the need to be fed, while his mind was pulling away trying to force the urges down and away. Sam tossed and turned panting hard as the struggle continued inside of him.

"I'm going to have to go to town for supplies; will you be alright while I'm gone?" Cas asked Dean as he finished his food.

"No problem, but Cas, next time go a little easy on the salt and pepper ok?" Dean commented on his food.

"Of course, most humans over season their food." Cas nodded taking the dirty dishes to the kitchen. "Anything you would like me to buy?"

"Pie, always get pie." Dean said grabbing a water and small bottle of ginger ale from the fridge.

"I will return as soon as I can."

Dean walked down the hall to his bedroom, pausing in the doorway to look in at his sleeping brother. He could only make out the mop of brown hair sticking up above the blanket. At least he seemed to be resting easy this time. He strolled on into the room and positioned a chair at the head of the bed where he was near the lamp.

Sam sensed someone in the room as he pulled himself out of the mist and pushed toward wakefulness. He took a couple of deep breaths before fluttering his eyes open. He could make out a body sitting by the bed as he focused hard on it. After a couple of seconds, Sam was finally able to make out Dean sitting in a chair reading a magazine. He shifted in the bed and tried to clear his throat to talk.

Dean looked up and saw Sam was awake. "Hey little brother, how you feeling?"

'Better." he said hoarsely pushing himself up in the bed so he could lean against the headboard.

"Here, sip this." Dean told him holding out the ginger ale.

"Thanks." Sam replied drinking some of the ginger ale and allowing it to moisten his throat and settle in his stomach. After a couple of minutes, when his stomach didn't protest, he sipped some more feeling it ease his rolling stomach.

"Go easy." Dean cautioned.

"I know it seems to be helping." he said sitting the drink on the nightstand. "Dean can we talk?" he asked looking sideways at Dean.

"Sure Sammy." Dean said sitting up in the chair and closing the magazine he was reading. He looked closely at Sam and saw him fidgeting under the blanket as he gathered his courage to continue.

"I'm sorry." he said quietly, examining his hands.

"For what?" Dean asked puzzled by his words.

"For everything, I've said some really hurtful and mean things to you. I said we weren't brothers, not family..."

"Sam, pl..."

"Let me finish, please Dean." Sam begged.

Dean leaned back into the chair and waited for Sam to continue.

"I want you to know, I understand now; I really do, and we will never not be brothers. Nothing is going to change us being brothers, no matter what life throws at us. You've always been there for me, even when I didn't want it. I wish I could rewind our lives and do a retake. There are so many things I would do differently. I was such an ass treating you like I did, freezing you out the way I did. I should of told you this sooner, before everything that happened. My guilt weighted me down and I didn't think I was going to be able to tell you any of this...I hope you can find it in you to forgive me." Sam paused with his words waiting for Dean to respond.

Dean looked long and hard at Sam, watching him squirm slightly under his gaze. He looked down at the floor for a moment and then leaned his elbows on knees before answering.

"Sammy, first, you have nothing to be sorry for. I was wrong in what I did to you without your knowledge. Second, I should be the one saying I'm sorry. I should never have let this fester for so long, we should of talked long before now and aired all this out. You'll always be my baby brother and I will always look out for you, that's not ever going to change." he stopped for a moment, watching Sam's face as the words began to sink in. "You know it's always going to be you and me against the world, and no matter what crap gets thrown at us, we'll have each others backs and meet it head on together."

Sam looked into Dean's green eyes as tears broke free from his and trickled down his cheeks. A look of happiness, hopefulness and relief crossed his face as he launched himself from the bed to embrace his big brother in a bear hug.

Dean grunted as he took his little brother's weight and hugged him back fighting the tears in his own eyes.

"Jerk." Sam mumbled just loud enough for Dean to hear.

"Bitch." Dean smiled. "We'll be ok, you know that right Sammy?" Dean felt a nod against his shoulder from Sam and he drew in a shaky breath.

Their bond was once again strong for the brothers. Dean was certain that they could face whatever this cruel world threw at them, united they were stronger, united they merged into one, united they were a force to be reckoned with.

The End