It is finished. Final chapter comin' at ya. Sorry for the long delay- I graduate tomorrow (so I've been a little busy). Well it's been a pleasure as always. I'd love you to review the last chapter… give me your final thoughts. Cheers.
"We've got a regular rhythm," a doctor wearily stated after the most terrifying 2 ½ minutes of my life. I felt my body rise to its feet, although I never made any conscious decision, as a tired-looking doctor approached me while removing his gloves.
"You're a relative?" he questioned with a sigh.
"Yes, I'm his brother. Is he going to be alright?" I gasped without taking a breath.
"Your brother's heart stopped, but we were able to resuscitate him. He's breathing on his own and I have faith that he will make a full recovery," the doctor stated, letting a fatigued smile break his stony façade.
"Thank you," I mumbled, fighting to hold back the sudden onset of relieved emotion that was threatening to announce itself in the form of completely un-masculine tears. "May I see him?" I asked quickly in my attempt to depart from the man I was about to cry in front of.
"Of course," he answered simply and started off towards another patient, another source of worry for his wrinkled forehead.
I rushed into Dean's room and felt my heart dance when I discovered the faint color that was pervading Dean's self-proclaimed "ruggedly handsome" features. Smiling I sank into the chair next to his bed and opened my bag of cheetos.
"Mmmm… That hits the spot."
It was sleep this time that held me unconscious. Pure, contented sleep that I wasn't in a hurry to escape. But if there was one thing more than rest I wanted it was to see Sam's smile. The nightmare that had been the past 2 days was my fault- I had put Sam's life at risk. I was supposed to be the heroic older brother, not the dumb-ass brother who nearly got his younger brother's brain sucked-out. But boy did I want to see Sammy's face.
Waking-up was like swimming to the surface of a deep lake that I had been drowning in for far too long. As oxygen poured into my lungs and my eyes blinked quickly against the harsh light streaming through the blinds, I realized that I was in fact alive and with that realization came the epiphany that I was in fact in excruciating pain. "Punishment. Deserved; for nearly getting Sam killed," I scolded myself and swallowed the nausea that threatened to suck me into oblivion.
"Hey," my raspy voice scratched like nails on a chalkboard. "Don't I deserve a proper welcome back to the world of the living?"
Sam's startled smile emerged brilliantly from behind the newspaper he was reading. "Dean, you're awake! You scared the shit out of me," he growled tossing the newspaper away.
"Yeah well that makes two of us," I muttered, attempting to adjust positions while not managing to keep the groan of pain from escaping my parched lips.
"You okay? You shouldn't try to move around too much," Sam chided as he leapt to assist me, fluffing my pillow like the perfect nurse; tall, brunette- just not the right sex, "and your brother, Dean," I reminded my addled brain.
"I'm fine Sammy," I laughed, surprised by the excessive joy that was consuming my persona. "In fact I'm great."
"Well I don't know about that," Sam laughed, joining in my good mood. "But fine I can deal with. It's good to have you back."
"Yeah I missed you too," I smirked, playfully punching his arm.
"Just don't do that to me again. Any of it. Don't let a demon kidnap me and the car, don't get yourself stabbed and don't…"
"Never," I interrupted, a serious tone invading Sam's rambling. "I'll never let it happen again."
"Okay," Sam smiled and for a flitting moment I thought he was going to hug me. "That was almost a chick-flick moment Dean," he solemnly mocked.
"Don't start with me. I may be injured but I can still kick your ass," I warned a grin spreading over my face.
"Oh yah? Bring it on invalid!" Sam jibed, dancing out of reach of my misaimed punch.
"Just you wait till I can get up. Then you're gonna get it!" I pouted.
And Sam laughed.
And I laughed.
And life was good.