Epilogue, wonderful human beings of the earth.
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*looks around* So is the chick-flick moment over? Good :P
BUT WAIT THERE BE MOAR!
This chapter is basically the end of it, so yeah. This story's been an awesome ride, not to mention I've probably broken a record of some sort, finishing a chaptered story in what, a week and a half? It usually takes me that long just to write three paragraphs, curse me and my procrastination and tumblr that loves to distract me.
Carry on, my wayward dudes.
"So he remembers everything?" asked the doctor, looking inquiringly at Dean.
"Yeah," answered Dean. "His previous amnesia's gone."
"Well, that's unusual," mused the doctor, "but not unheard of. It's a good sign. It means his brain is perfectly fine."
"And what about his, uh, body?" asked Dean, sounding relieved.
"Seems to be healing up well," the doctor said, handing Dean a copy of Sam's most recent vitals. "He should be out of here in no time."
"I'm right here, you know," Sam called out irritably.
Both Dean and the doctor laughed. "Yeah, we know, Sammy," Dean said, before squinting down at the sheet and handing it to his brother. "Translate this for me, eh, Sammy?"
Sam took a cursory glance at the paper before looking grouchily at Dean. "It means I'm fine," he groused. "Heart rate, blood pressure, everything's okay."
"Awesome," declared Dean, clapping his kid brother on the shoulder.
The doctor cleared his throat, directing the brothers' attention back to him. "We'll X-ray your arm again in a couple of days," he told Sam, "and I'm going to prescribe some medication that should help with the pain. Take it regularly and on time, and the pain won't bother you at all."
Sam nodded. "Thank you."
The doctor turned to Dean. "And you," he began warningly, "make sure he's not too stressed, and that he doesn't overexert himself."
Dean nodded seriously. "Will do," he promised. "Don't worry about it, doc," he added, patting Sam's head.
Sam scrunched up his nose. "I'm not a baby," he grumbled. "Stop treating me like one."
The doctor smiled at them and left. Dean said, "I thought you wanted me to?"
"I said I wanted you to be my big brother," Sam clarified, looking irritated. He wasn't really, but he didn't want to admit he liked being spoiled by his brother. "I didn't ask for you to feed me and wash me and kiss me goodnight–"
"Don't push it, princess," warned Dean, wagging his index finger at his brother. "Or I might reconsider chopping your head off."
Sam grinned. "Nah, you won't," he said confidently.
Dean grinned right back. "Yeah," he admitted. "And I do not feed you, wash you and kiss you goodnight, bitch."
"You sure try to," teased Sam. "Jerk," he added as an afterthought.
Sam noticed the manic look on Dean's face right away, and got straight to the point. "What have you done?" he asked flatly, folding his arms across his chest.
Dean walked calmly into the room and sat down on the bed next to Sam, pushing him over and lifting his legs up. Without saying a word he switched on the little TV mounted on the wall and began surfing through channels.
"Dean. Dean. Dean."
He finally looked at Sam, raising an eyebrow nonchalantly. "What, Sam?"
"What have you done?"
Dean tossed the remote aside and gave Sam a smile that chilled him. Dean looked like he did when they were on a hunt. "I paid Kramer a little visit," he said casually.
"You what?" Sam said, a bad feeling making itself known in his gut.
"You heard me," Dean said with a shrug. "Met up with the guy."
Sam grabbed Dean's shoulder and made eye contact. "Dean," he said, a note of pleading in his voice, "please tell me you didn't..."
The hardened look on Dean's face became more pronounced as he said, "Yeah, I dealt with him."
"Meaning?" asked Sam, feeling a little faint.
Irritated with the endless barrage of questions, Dean finally said, sounding impatient, "I shot him, okay, Sam? Put a bullet through his head. There, happy now?"
Sam's grip on his brother's shoulder tightened; his knuckles were white. "Why, Dean?" he all but whispered.
"The fucker was planning on doing inappropriate things to you, Sam," Dean reminded him. "You didn't expect me to do nothing about it, did you?"
Sam's eyes were wet, but not from any sort of grief. He had just begun truly remembering the lengths Dean was willing to go for him. "Dean, I don't know what to say," he muttered, looking away.
Dean looked at him with something strangely akin to love playing on his face. "You don't have to say anything," he said softly.
Sam smiled at him through his tears. "Thank you," he said.
Dean just smiled back and patted Sam's hand. "Don't mention it, Sammy," he said warmly. "The dick got what he deserved."
Sam was discharged a week and half after that conversation. He'd wanted to leave earlier, but Dean was having none of it and had made him stay until the doctors said it was alright for him to leave. By that time there was no sign he'd been hurt at all, except for the huge cast on his arm which Dean had wasted no time in signing. It now read, in large purple letters, My name is Sam Winchester, and I like Barbies, pretty dresses and the color pink. I'm also a little bitch and I have OCD. My big brother is awesome and I totally idolize him.
While that last part was true, the rest of the "autograph" didn't please Sam too much.
Dean had gotten the Impala fixed in the time that he didn't spend with Sam at the hospital. He'd found a guy nearby who was willing to do it cheap, and he'd helped out as much as he could. Soon the Impala was back in perfect condition and the brothers were ready to roll.
As they drove off, they couldn't help reflecting on the past few weeks. They'd been hell for both of them, but they'd come out of it refreshed and better than ever. It was a new beginning, a fresh start, a brand-new chance – whatever you wanted to call it – for both of them. And both were determined to ensure that the pain and hurt of the last few weeks wasn't going to be in vain.
Twenty miles out of Shitsville, Indiana, Sam said, "Dean? Thank you."
His voice was so sincere that Dean felt affection well up inside him in copious quantities. He reached out and mussed Sam's hair fondly, saying, "You too, Sammy. You too."
Sam smiled as Dean's hand came to rest on his shoulder. "It's been an eventful couple of weeks, hasn't it?" he murmured.
Dean chuckled. "Yeah," he said quietly. He didn't move his hand away, but instead relocated it so that it was now on the back of Sam's neck. Sam tried to be inconspicuous as he shifted closer to Dean and leaned into the touch. He'd needed this. They both had.
They drove on, listening to Soundgarden blaring from the Impala's speakers, just enjoying their quiet, rare solitude and being brothers again. The road vanished in the rearview mirror and Sam soon fell asleep, tired out already. The two weeks in the hospital had exhausted him.
Dean pulled the car over, got out, popped the trunk and found an old blanket that Sam used to love as a kid. He wrapped it around his sleeping brother and tucked it in at the sides, before starting the engine again and continuing on their journey.
It had taken a long time and lots of heartache to get to where they were. And there was nothing in the world Dean would exchange for it.
We're insane but not alone
You hold on, you let go
Like the sun we will live to rise
Like the sun we will live and die, and then
Like the sun we will live to rise, again
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That song in the end is Live to Rise by Soundgarden, some of you might have heard it since it's in the Avengers Assemble Soundtrack. It's awesome :3
I love you all and I'm going to miss this *sniff* :')