Here's the epilogue! You all rock! :)

It was the longest three days of Dean's life.

He paced back and forth in the small motel room, watching Sam closely as he did.

Watching, always watching.

Hoping for some change.

Sammy. Please. Please wake up.

Unable to sleep, unable to even keep food down, Dean was falling apart, his fear for his little brother tormenting him.

Unable to do anything that was really helpful, Dean just watched.


When Sam finally stirred, Dean at first thought it was in his imagination or that he was beginning to hallucinate or something.

When it happened again, he was standing at Sam's bedside in seconds.

"Sammy? Sammy, can you hear me?"

Sam's eyes slowly opened, gazing up at Dean, eyebrows creased in slight confusion, then worry. He tried to speak, swallowing hard when nothing came out, then tried again.

"You okay?"

Dean's laugh might have sounded a bit deranged, but Sam didn't comment.

"Am I okay? I'm peachy. I'm great." Pulling himself together slightly, Dean gazed closely at Sam.

"Are you okay? Still in pain?"

Sam immediately shook his head.

"No. No, I'm fine. No pain, no sickness, nothing. I'm good, Dean." Sam offered Dean a small, reassuring smile that communicated all he didn't know how to say.

I'm okay.

Thanks for caring.

I'm glad you're okay.

Raising an eyebrow, Sam gave Dean a look. "Now go take a shower or something, dude, then sleep, cause you look like crap."

Dean chuckled, working on collecting himself again now that the worst seemed to be over.

Unable to resist the urge, unable to forget all that had happened, the horror of the last few days, Dean pulled Sam into his arms, hugging him tightly.

A soft laugh, then, "You did a good job. I'm proud of you."

Sam smiled, tightened his arms around his big brother. "Thanks, Dean."

"If you do that again, I'll kill you myself."

Sam laughed at that. "Noted."

Releasing Sam, Dean moved over to his duffel, collecting clothes, then finally moved into the shower.

Sam sleepily watched him, considering what he saw before him.

He was really worried.

He cares about me.

He's my best friend, my brother.

I owe him so many times over and I'll never be able to pay him back for all he's done for me.

I'm gonna spend the rest of my life trying anyway.

But I wouldn't change that for the world.