Hey guys!!! I wanted to thank you for staying with this story as long as you have… This is the last chapter though… I hope you enjoy, and thanks again for all the wonderful reviews yah'all have submitted!
Scares the hell out of me. You two are all I've got. Well, I guess we
are stronger as a family. So, we go after this damn
Sam and Dean: Yes, sir.
John Winchester was happy. It sounded weird to use that word when describing the experienced hunter, but what he was feeling couldn't have been described any other way. Sam had woken up, and though he had been distraught at the start, he had calmed down with a little persuasion… Mainly with John screaming like a mad man for the doctors to come, "take out the damn tube before he suffocates!"
After the tube had been dislodged from his throat, Sam had seemed content to sit in the bed and sip water, as he waited for Dean to show. It had surprised John that Sam had been so calm after being so worked up, but he wasn't about to look a gift horse in the mouth.
Dean for the most part, had been frantic when he had gotten to the hospital. His little brother had woken without him, and he didn't know how Sam had reacted to that. His protective instincts had taken over, and nothing had mattered except getting to his brother.
John had watched his oldest practically fly into the room, trying to get to Sam. Though it warmed his heart to see the bond his sons held, he couldn't help but be jealous of it. Sam had immediately calmed, the remaining tension leaving his shoulders and face as he watched Dean walk through the door.
John could see the worry lines lessen around Dean's eyes, and the concerned frown leave his forehead as he looked his brother over. It had done his heart good to see both his boys feeling better. A weight had seemed to lift of the ex-marines chest, leaving him sated and tired.
"Hey Sammy-boy, how you feeling?" Dean asked trying to end the silence that had fallen between him and Sam. His father had told him how panicky Sam had been after waking, and Dean just wanted to make sure that his brother was doing okay.
"M'okay." The answer was simple, and though Dean could tell it obviously wasn't the truth, he didn't push the subject, opting to distract his younger sibling.
"So see any nurses you like?" His smirk was genuine, seeing the look of embarrassment pass over Sam's face.
"Dean, did you know there is something called an upstairs brain?" Sam voice was curious, not a hint of humor audible.
"Bite me," Dean growled back, not sure as to whether or not Sam was joking, his brother was a very good actor.
"Ew," Sam scrunched his nose, and turned his head a little to the side, keeping his eyes on his brother the whole time. "I don't know where that's been." Sam feigned disgust, drawing his hand to his chest.
"Well fine then," Dean did his best to sound indignant, not sure if it was working or not.
"Well fine then," Sam had to hold back a laugh at the indignant tone of Dean's voice, knowing that his brother was doing his best to keep a straight face. He didn't want to ruin the moment, and instead pushed the act a little further.
"Oh don't sound so affronted, you're like a walking, talking pervert dictionary, and you know it." Well at least he was kind of telling the truth, and wasn't that what dad was all about in their family?
'You tell the truth son, always. Family doesn't lie, no matter how much it hurts.' Sam's lips quirked in a grin as he thought about how the statement was coming in handy now.
"Am not," Dean whined, smacking Sam on the shoulder playfully.
The banter came to an abrupt end, as John walked in and leaned on the open door, a contemplative look on his face. "Dean," his voice was low, a distinct order in it. "I need to talk to Sam; can you give us a minute?" Dean recognized the underlying order, and stood from his chair, squeezing Sam's hand as he did so.
"I'll be back in a while," he said, looking at his father pointedly, his statement aimed at Sam.
"Un-huh," Sam dismissed him, seeing that his father really wanted to talk to him.
"Sam," his father's voice was hesitant, and Sam felt his stomach clench at the sound of his name. The man walked over and sat down in the chair Dean had vacated only seconds prior. "Sam, I'm sorry." The two simple words floored the younger hunter.
"Wha-huh?" Sam asked, fighting the urge to start spouting a Latin exorcism. "What do you mean?" He asked after a moment.
"I'm sorry I was so focused on the hunt, that I wasn't paying attention, that I let you down." Sam sat there dumbfounded, looking at his father in something akin to shock.
"You didn't-" Sam started and broke himself off before asking again, "What?"
"We shouldn't have split up during the hunt. I screwed up, and I'm sorry for that." The sincerity in his father's voice was literally eating at Sam. "I was thinking more about the hunt than your safety, and for that I'm sorry. I promise you, it won't happen again." Sam's jaw dropped, and he oddly wondered if it would hit the floor.
"Dad-" Sam started, taking a good look at his father. "It wasn't your fault. I wanted to kill the thing as much as you did, I was willing to go in alone." Sam tried to convince his father.
"Sam," John said, taking a deep breath, "I know you didn't want to go in alone. I made you, and I'm sorry, it won't happen again." Sam nodded, dropping his head a little to shield his eyes from his father at being caught in the lie. A rough, but gentle hand grabbed his chin, and lifted his head so his eyes met his father's dark ones.
"It won't happen again, you and Dean come first, always."
And just like that, Sam felt everything fall into place.
AN: So I hope you enjoyed… I thought a happy ending was in order… Now on to my next project, updating 'Twisted Night' and working on my fic for the SFTCOL(AR)S secret santa…
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