Two Birds, One Stone

By Carol M.

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Dean was in a warm cocoon of peace and safety. The only thing that was threatening his nirvana was the steadily increasing sound of what he could've sworn was Martha Stewart's voice. He opened his eyes groggily and realized he was in a hospital. His brother was splayed out in one of the visitor's chairs staring up at a blasting television that was nailed to the wall.

"Dude, what the hell are you watching?" whispered Dean hoarsely.

Sam jumped in surprise, nearly falling to the floor. "Dean! You're awake!"

"Martha Stewart, Sam, really? Well I guess we know who'll be making our holiday baskets this year," said Dean.

Sam chuckled in amusement and then sat down on the edge of his bed. "Welcome back, man."

Dean groaned as he tried to move his body, feeling deep rooted aches and pains, along with a few casts and bandages. "What's the damage?" he asked hesitantly.

"Broken right ankle, broken left arm, three broken ribs, two cracked ribs, a concussion and a couple hundred cuts and bruises," said Sam. "Pretty lucky considering."

"Chicks dig scars anyway," said Dean, inhaling as deeply as his broken body would allow. He realized the phlegm was gone from his chest. "Think I kicked the flu."

"You've been out six days, Dean, four of those spent on an I.V.," said Sam.

Dean raised his eyebrows in surprise. "Six days? Son of a bitch." He relaxed back into his pillow, grateful that he could just be for the moment and not have any responsibility on his shoulders. The relaxation quickly turned to worry when he saw the look of sorrow that had crept into his brother's eyes. "What is it Sam?"

Sam shook his head slightly. "No, it's just…watching you…watching you go through all that…and I couldn't do a damn thing. I felt helpless…you know. Part of me …I…I just wanted to do something. And I couldn't."

"I know you did, Sammy," said Dean. "You did exactly what you should've done. Exactly what I wanted you to do."

"Yeah, I know…but still. I'm sorry you had to go through that," said Sam.

"You did good Sam. I'm proud of you. Hell, dad would be proud of you," said Dean.

"Yeah," said Sam.

"You know, they were expecting us to fold…Lucifer and Michael both. But we didn't. Neither one of us. And we changed things. We changed the timeline. Lucifer's going off book now, man. Maybe that gives us the edge we need. Stick to our rules and take Lucifer down our way, like we always every other hunt. I know we haven't had much luck so far, but maybe the house is starting to turn in our favor," said Dean.

"That'd be a nice change of pace," said Sam.

"Tell me about it," said Dean. "We're in this to the end. Together. If there's a way, we'll find it."

Sam nodded, the misty look disappearing from his eyes. "Sounds good."

"But before that, we need a damn vacation," said Dean. "I'm freakin' exhausted."

Sam smiled and nodded. "Right there with you, man. Right there with you."

Dean smiled lazily as the need for more sleep crept up on him. "Just no place cold," he murmured as his eyes drifted shut.

That's All Folks!