Ok, so yet again, HUGE gap between posts. Im a terrible person I know, but i vow never to post another fic until its fully finished first lol.

This is the last chapter of this fic, its been a wild ride, but one i'v enjoyed. It took on a life of its own and ended up a whole lot longer than i imagined. Anyways enjoy!

Disclaimer: This is Kripke's sandbox, im just playing in it for a while

One and a half weeks later, Sam found himself sitting beside his brothers hospital bed.

Having been discharged himself a few days earlier, he was now entrusted with the less than desirable task of entertaining a Dean, who had restless legs even at the thought of sitting in a bed for one day…never mind for weeks at a time.

Sam was pretty much right as rain. The muscles in his leg were sore, almost achy, but it wasn't noticeable compared to some of the injuries the young hunter had endured in his lifetime. There was still a sizable scar, but nothing that wouldn't fade with time. He had had to take a few days getting used to putting his weight onto it again once he was up and moving about, but the limp was hardly noticeable now unless you knew what you were looking for. His arm was still in the cast, and he itched the only visible bare skin absentmindedly, eagerly awaiting the day when he could remove it.

The cuts were fading and the bruises yellowing on both hunters, leaving no mark of the spirit which they had invested so much of their effort ridding. Katy was a topic of conversation which was wordlessly consented as banned from the hospital room. The Winchesters didn't need anymore attention being brought to them, and someone walking in on the brothers talking about banishing a spirit might have raised a few eyebrows to say the least.

Both had already had to spend an afternoon with the Police explaining the mugging which hadn't happened, and describing assailants who didn't exist. Dean had smiled at the time, once he and his brother had a story cooked up between them there was no way people could find a hole in anything they said, they were just too good of a team.

Dean was faring a lot better than he had been on the day that said spirit had been banished. Tests confirmed his lung was almost as good as new, and the other injuries he had sustained at the hands of Katy Jamison were no longer an issue. He was literally only still within five miles of his hospital issue bed under the orders of the good Dr Matthews. The doctor was convinced that Dean had made a thorough recovery but he still wanted to keep the elder Winchester under observation in case of any side effects or over exertion.

"So he didn't actually say when we I could leave?".

"Dean".

"Because I'm totally ready to go now, I feel fine" Dean paused to breathe in an exaggerated manner as if to prove how fine his lungs were working.

"Dean"

"See, fine, nothing wrong with me. Although I told him at the time that it was just a scratch anyways, something that small could never stop the great Dean Winchester…"

"Dean! Would you shut up! We've been through this a million times already, Dr. Matthews only said he wanted you to stay bed bound for a while, he didn't say how long for. And if your so great how come you had to go straight into life saving surgery when we arrived here hmm?!". Sam it seemed was at the end of his tether. After days of being asked the same questions over and over, he had snapped. He wasn't angry with Dean, but was just as frustrated by having to stay in the hospital for this extended period of time. Although he would gladly spend as long as it took for his brother to get better.

"Dude…." Dean said, an almost remorseful tone in his voice. Sam turned in surprise to look at his brother, it sounded like 'the great Dean Winchester' was gearing up for an apology.

"What?" he asked, his voice still short despite his best attempts to keep it steady and take the anger out.

"….stop pouting, its not a good look on you" Dean said with a huge grin, well aware of what his little brother had been expecting.

With a frustrated grunt, Sam stood and left the room with the intent of finding the good doctor to see when he could take his brother home and stop this torture. Hearing his brothers snort of laughter, he barely contained the grin which broke out on his face the moment he left the room.

Luck it seemed was on his side that morning. As he as walking towards the nurses station to enquire about the whereabouts of Dr. Matthews he spied him walking down the hallway, probably on his morning rounds, and trotted to catch up to him.

"Oh, hey Doctor, can I have a word a minute?" Sam asked matching his stride.

"Well hullo there Sam, how are you feeling today?" Dr Matthews asked, his face lighting up at the sight of the young man beside him. He stopped walking so that he could focus his full attention on Sam, he had grown somewhat fond of the two quirky Winchester brothers.

"I'm great doc, thanks, I just wanted to know when Dean…" Sam paused for a second as he noticed the two women who were talking at the station, their heads bowed low together, their tones hushed as they both scanned the papers in front of them, checking the details of the forms against the insurance card one held in their hand…

With a jolt Sam realised they were talking about him and Dean. His eyes widened as the implications of their identities being discovered rolled through his mind. His suspicions were confirmed when one of the women looked up and gave a little jump as her eyes met Sam's. She whispered something quickly into her companions ears, and a look of indifference crossed her features as she walked, albeit hurriedly, down the hall no doubt towards some higher authority in the hospital.

"Er, never mind doc, thanks anyways" Sam said, turning and trotting back to Deans room, leaving the Doctor with a puzzled look on his face.

"Oh good, your back, you have to go and tell one of the nurses that I need jell-o. Make sure it's the hot one with the cute nose." Dean said without looking up from the TV his eyes were glued to.

"Dean we have to go, they know" Sam said, trying to control his breathing.

"And make sure it strawberry, I don't like that lime crap it looks radioactive, probably is too coming from a hospital…wait a second what did you say there Frances?"

"They know"

Dean paused for a second…confusion plastered on his face, until suddenly a look of comprehension flitted across his eyes.

"Well what are you waiting for sasquatch, get m'boots" . Although the picture of complacency only moments before, Dean was now all business, methodically removing the wires which had been attached to his body to monitor his health. Sam had dived across the room at his words, bringing out the stack of clothes and his brothers shoes, along with the one duffel concealed in there. The brothers always set up their clothes like this during a hospital stay for just such an emergency, so they could be ready and go within minutes.

Dean dressed efficiently, knowing that the wires being disturbed from his body would set off alarms to the nurses.

"Right, lets go Sammy" he said turning, and jumping at the sight of Doctor Matthews filling the doorway.

"So, Sam and Dean Phillips is it? I don't think so hmm" he asked quietly.

"Doc, I don't want to hurt you, your a great guy, but if you try to stop me or m'brother leaving I wont hold back I promise" Dean said, the dangerous tone in his voice and his eyes flashing.

To his credit the doctor didn't even quail under the death glare he was receiving. Instead he walked towards them slowly.

"I'm not going to try to stop you, I'm going to try to help you," he said slowly, as if considering the consequences his proposed actions would have. "I saw the nurses talking Sam and I saw the panic in your eyes, didn't take long to put two and two together. Now for some reason, even though you feel the need to keep your identities secret, I trust you…and so I'm going to help you".

"Thank you" Sam said, his eyes filled with gratitude.

"Don't thank me yet, I cant promise I can get you out undetected, I'll do what I can though".

"Great," Dean said, all the danger and tension leaving his voice and body language "show us the way Doc".

Doctor Matthews walked quickly, but unhurriedly from the room with his two young charges following him. Keeping an air of ease about him, only given away by the tension in his shoulders, he headed towards his office. Taking a sharp turn and leading the brothers to an unmarked door to the back of their ward, he pulled a card from his pocket and slipped it quickly through the scanner. It opened with a quiet click into a dim corridor which had many doors along its length. Taking them to the last one, he turned to the Winchesters and sighed.

"You go through this door and take a left, go out and down those stairs and go right, that will lead you to the car park".

"Doctor, I don't know what to say, except thank you" Sam said, his eyes shining slightly.

"Just keep yourselves safe, and remember if your ever in this neck of the woods again and you need help, gimme a call ok" he replied, the twinkle in his eye standing out even more in the dim light.

Sam pulled him into a one armed hug before opening the door and stepping out once he figured the coast was clear. Dean turned to the doctor and put and arm on his shoulder. Giving the man before him a nod, he turned before following his brother out of the door.

Knowing that was the guarded young mans way of saying thank you, he nodded back at Deans retreating back, before turning on his heel and giving himself a little shake. He smiled as he heard the sound of alarms inside the ward signalling their escape, and walked back to his rounds, whistling a tune and a spring in his step.

Dean and Sam made their way as inconspicuously as possible towards the Impala. Once they were in, Dean put the pedal to the metal, and the car roared out of the park onto the road heading out of town.

"Good guy that doctor huh" he asked guardedly, aware of how close Sam had been to shedding a tear. Both of the Winchesters had developed a bond with the man who had cared for them, and who spent extra time chatting whenever he had a free minute.

"Yeah, yeah he was" Sam said, the emotion gone from his voice now they had left the hospital behind.

Hearing his brothers voice back to normal was like a signal to Dean, who ginned.

"Dude you were totally crying back there"

"No I wasn't!" Sam said a little too quickly.

"You totally were, you had a chick flick moment with our doctor" Dean said with a snort of laughter.

"No way, there was something in my eye" Sam said, although exasperated by his brothers taunting, he was happy that things were back to normal.

"You do realise this just confirms to me the fact that you were supposed to be born a girl Samantha"…

The Impala growled as it ate up the tarmac, shooting towards an unknown destination, the next unknown hunt, the noise of the brothers banter escalating above the sound of its engine.

END

So this is the end :D

I spent most of last night sorting out the format of this story, for some reason fanfiction doesnt recognise dashes on here a anymore so alll my story dividers were gone, they have their own line things (see above lol) and they play up sometimes, im pretty sure theyve been moving about...

anyways so yeah, if theres one which appears to be in the wrong place feel free to let me know, i changed them all last night quite late.

this is the end then for now :D dont know what im going to do for my next fic, any suggestions are appreciated

all comments and critiques welcome :)

XsarahX