Disclaimer: Don't own supernatural, dont own dean, dont own sam. doing this for my own amusement. but we all knew that anyway.

Warning: Minor Language.

Chapter 31 - The Finale

'Sam!' yelled Dean, horror exploding through his body. He turned to the dazed and confused gang still standing around him in the room.

'Don't just stand there! Help him! My brother is dying! Someone untie me!'

They all stared at him blankly.

'Who are you?' asked Marc.

'Hey! Read my lips…MY BROTHER IS DYING! Untie my fucking hands!'

While Marc shrank back in fright, Jane got the message and picked up the fallen dagger, slicing through Dean's bonds quickly. He ran immediately to Sam, and felt for a pulse. There was none.

'Don't do this to me Sam!' cried out Dean, extremely distressed. He began to perform CPR on his brother, Jane assisting as much as she could, while the others still stood back and watched dumbfounded as they tried to revive the young Winchester.

'C'mon Sam…' Dean begged desperately. 'Just breathe. Don't leave me!'

He continued to pump his brother's chest, pausing only when he noticed that Jane had sat back on her heels, her eyes sad and sympathetic toward him.

'No! NO!' he yelled. 'Keep going-'

He froze – The antidote. He'd forgotten the damn antidote! Praying it hadn't been destroyed with Aaron; Dean stumbled frantically over to the still dazed group of men and began searching them.

'Hey! What are you doing?' protested Jacob as Dean dug his hands into his pockets.

'YES!' screamed Dean, removing a small bottle and needle from the surprised man's jacket. He scrambled back to Sam, bottle in hand, and uncapped the needle. Filling the syringe with the contents of the glass bottle, Dean prayed. "C'mon," he said quietly.

Once the syringe was full of the clear liquid, Dean hurriedly lifted up Sam's arm, placing it on his lap. He pierced his brother's skin with the needle, and then pushed on the syringe's top, until the contents were emptied completely into Sam's still form. Dean waited for what felt like an eternity, watching, hoping for some change, but nothing came. He felt tears burn in the corners of his eyes. He swallowed, and then exhaled a breath he hadn't realized he was holding in.

Without hesitation he began compressions again. In his mind he counted. One Two Three Breathe His mouth covered Sam's and Dean filled his brother's lungs with air once again. He watched as his chest rose, and then fell, and then waited to see if Sam would breathe on his own, but again, nothing. He started pushing down again, and mentally counted each push. Breathe Dean administered another breath of air into Sam's mouth. Sweat started to pour profusely down the older hunter's head. He wiped his brow clean, as he continued to stare at Sam's motionless body.

Dean wept internally, his body racked with intense pain, but not physical agony, emotional. Dean continued on relentlessly, hoping with each push, each breath, Sam would wake up. And with each push, each breath, Dean's failed efforts weighed heavily on him, each time it tore apart his inside, his soul slowly shredding.

Dean motioned for Jane to continue the compressions. Dean couldn't physically continue. He let his body fall close to Sam's face, and with one hand brushed Sam's hair off of his forehead.

Dean whispered softly into his brother's ear, 'Sammy, you have to make it through this. Please… I can't… Just do this for me.'

As if Sam was listening to Dean, he gasped for air. Dean, elated, bolted upright, staring at Sam fighting to keep his breathing controlled. Dean hadn't noticed he was squeezing Sam's hand and silently urging his brother on. 'C'mon, Sammy, c'mon… You can do it.'

After a few minutes Sam was breathing at a stable, controlled pace. Dean let out a sigh of relief, but then it quickly faded when he noticed Sam was unresponsive. He was breathing, but he wasn't moving; he hadn't woken up. Dean's reprieve shattered and panic filled his body once more.

'Dammit! Sam!' Dean smacked Sam hard across the face, and then moved his hand underneath Sam's neck, supporting him, and then lightly shook his brother with his free hand. "Sam, c'mon, wake up!"

Jane kneeled beside them in awe, fright overpowering her body. She didn't know what to do, or how to help. She shook her head repeatedly and then remembered her cell phone. She reached into her jean pocket and pulled it out. She quickly dialed 911 and told them the situation. She wasn't sure of were they were, though. She grew impatient while listening to the drone-like voice of the emergency service Rep.

'Just trace the flipping call!' Jane screamed into the receiver. After a few moments of silence the representative told her an emergency crew was dispatched.

Dean, desperate, looked at Jane with tear filled eyes. 'Are they coming?'

She nodded slowly.

Dean lowered his head, and pulled Sam's body up onto his lap. Holding his brother gently he brushed his fingers across Sam's still face. 'They're coming, Sammy, hang on for me.'

Dean shifted his body and leaned his side against the cool stone wall. He never realized how tired he was until his eyes started to close. He fought the darkness that was closing in on his mind. He heard Jane talking to him, and he moved his head over to look at her. His world swirled around and then started to fade. He closed his eyes and succumbed to the darkness, his thoughts lingering on Sammy.

Dean woke up to the annoying sound of something beeping. He sat up quickly and swallowed hard, his throat extremely dry. A nurse came rushing into the room he was laying in. 'You're awake!' she said jovially. 'I'll go get the doctor.'

Dean tried to reply, but he couldn't speak. He noticed a glass of water next to his hospital bed, and gulped the water down. As he set the cup down, a man walked in.

'I'm Dr. Confiado,' the man said, as he flipped through the paper chart in his hands. 'You seem to be recovering well. Your stats look very promising. A bit more rest and I say you should be out of here in no time.'

'Where is my brother?' Dean said, demanding.

The doctor lifted a brow, puzzled. 'The brown haired man you came in with?'

'Yeah,' Dean said; his throat still raw and sore.

The doctor sighed, which Dean took as an immediate bad sign. 'The man you came in here with is in a coma.'

Dean, who was rubbing his throat, paused, frozen. 'Coma…'

The doctor nodded. 'Yes, a slight coma it would appear. The trauma to your brother's body caused him to go into shock, so it appears. Shutting down his body temporarily, that is the easiest way to explain it. We are optimistic that after his body recovers, he will regain consciousness.'

Dean stood there for a moment speechless. 'How optimistic?'

'Only time can really tell,' the doctor looked down at the file in his hands, 'Dean.'

'I need to see him,' Dean demanded.

'Your body needs to rest as well, son. Wait a few hours and I will…'

Dean shook his head, as he bit down on his lip in frustration. 'No. Now.'

The doctor nodded solemnly, and then ordered a nearby nurse to prepare a wheelchair for Dean.

An hour later Dean found himself sitting beside Sam's bedside. Sam looked so peaceful, so calm. Dean squeezed Sam's hand tightly. 'You gotta wake up, man. Just wake up. I need you here… I mean, who else would keep my smartass in check?'

Dean's wounds healed after time. Minutes turned into hours, hours turned into days, and days turned into weeks. Dean was completely healed, and everyday he sat next to his brother, waiting, hoping by some miracle Sam would wake up, and he could see that goofy grin again.

A month flew by, and Dean was growing impatient. While sitting in Sam's hospital room he heard the doctor outside. Dean stood up and yelled for him to come over.

'I thought you said you were optimistic? It has been a month and he still hasn't woken up. How the fuck can you tell me to be optimistic?' Dean found his voice rising unintentionally.

'I know, but like I said, we can't predict coma patients. You are going to have to wait, and only…'

'Time will tell,' Dean said, finishing the doctor's sentence bitterly. 'I've heard the same shit over and over again from you quacks! Now, Sam, he will wake up. You just need to do your fuc—'

Dean's rant was cut off by a loud bleep in the background. His heart dropped in the pit of his stomach, fearful to turn around, thinking that noise could only mean one thing. The doctor shuffled past Dean with a smile. Dean turned around and immediately grinned. There lying in the bed, was Sam, with his eyes open. Dean was ecstatic. He rushed over to his brother and the doctor.

'Sam, you're awake,' Dean said gleefully.

Sam tried to sit up, but he couldn't get his muscles to listen to him. Dean helped him prop himself up. Sam pointed at his throat, and Dean understood. He grabbed a glass of water for him, and handed him the cup. Sam drank the water quickly. He looked at Dean's happy face in confusion.

'Why are you staring at me like that?' Sam said quietly.

'Just your goofy face makes me smile, that's all,' Dean replied.

The doctor wrote in Sam's chart and then interrupted the brothers' reunion. 'Samuel, your numbers are remarkable. I think that in no time you will be up and about. I'll leave your brother here to answer your questions, but I will fill in everything for you in a minute, I need to go check on the patient next door.' He waved and then excited.

'What happened?' Sam asked.

Dean rustled Sam's hair playfully. "Nothing happened, well, nothing I couldn't handle.'

Sam tilted his head, and rolled his eyes. 'And how did the great Dean Winchester handle it this time?'

Dean grinned, and chuckled. He lifted an eyebrow as he spoke, 'Easy, I was optimistic.'

Sam scrunched his face up in confusion. 'What?'

Dean shook his head, still wearing a smile. 'Nothing, all that matters now is that it is over…for good. Now, hurry up and heal, my baby has been itching for me to drive her with your lanky ass in the passengers seat.'

Sam smiled sweetly. Dean felt a wave of relief, happiness, and an emotion he couldn't describe wash over him. It was finally over, and everything was back to normal…for now.

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You wouldn't believe how much a relief it is for me that this is up. I apologise for the wait, things just haven't been fantastic lately. School is killing me pretty much, and i haven;t had time to write.

I wrote a bit of this chap, but my friend Laura wrote the majority of it, following my plot line, because i didn't have the time to do it. Thanks Lo.

Thanks to everyone who reviewed, i hope you enjoyed it. Again, apologies for the wait.

I'm currantly writing another story, which will be posted when i finish it. it's a flashback, but it's title is unknown. so, if you want, keep an eye out for it :)

Thanks again!

Nikki