First off, I think I owe everyone here an apology. Truth be told, I did stop writing this story, but after rereading all the reviews, I simply couldn't end the story where it was. So, I now present to you the finishing chapter. So sorry for the long wait. -Twiandsupefan

Chapter 13

In the reflection of the monitor stood a man and a woman, hands intertwined between them. The look on their faces conveyed a deep worry, yet love still shined through their eyes.

Kate spun around quickly, wondering how this couple had entered Dean's room without her knowledge. The man was walking towards Dean's bed, but the woman seemed to have disappeared.

"What do you think you're doing in here? How did you get in?" Kate demanded.

The man looked in her direction, but just shook his head with a slight smirk on this face. The man was now standing next to Dean, reaching out a grizzled hand towards his head.

"Sir! If you don't step away now, I'm afraid I'll have to call security!" Kate threatened.

At that moment, Bobby came racing into the room, having heard the loud, shrill beep of the monitor. His coffee cup dropped to the floor, landing with a shatter.

"J-John?" Bobby stuttered.

"Do you know this man?" Kate questioned.

Bobby replied by a slight head bob, still staring dumbfounded at John as he laid his hand on Dean's forehead.

(Meanwhile in Dean's head)

"Dean!" John shouted, leaning over his son who was bathed in blood. Sam lay next to him, with Mary crouched by his side.

"Dad?" Dean questioned when he came to. His head killed and all he wanted to do was sleep. He blinked his eyes, trying to clear his cloudy vision.

"I'm here, Dean. Can you sit up?"

Dean pushed with his arms, but fell back down, weak and trembling. He shook his head no and hoped that his father would understand.

"That's alright kiddo. I've got you."

John moved behind Dean and slowly sat him up. Dean moaned against the pain in his head and side. Once vertical, his head swam with dizziness and he couldn't help the whimper that escaped his lips. He leaned his head into his dad's chest and grasped onto his shirt for support.

"You okay, champ?" John hesitated, worried at how weak his son seemed to be. This would definitely complicate his plans.

"Don' feel good, dad." Dean panted into his father's chest.

"I know you don't son, but you have to be strong… for Sammy."

With the mention of Sammy, Dean's head shot up, eyes searching for his brother. Sammy needed him! His eyes fell upon his brother first. He was lying on the ground, face pale as a ghost except for the blood surrounding his mouth. Dean's heart skipped a beat when he saw his mother crouching next to Sam. It was evident that his mother was worried, and that had Dean scared.

"Dad, what happened? What do I have to do?" Dean begged.

"Sam is sick, Dean, try to remember." John prompted.

Sick? Dean tried to remember. He dug deep into his memories, shuffling through the muck that was clouding his brain, until he finally remembered. He remembered the night in the motel when Sam had started getting sick, he remembered stopping at the gas station, he remembered the burglary and all that happened afterwards… he remembered the dream he had about shooting himself in the head.

"Dad, am I dead? Is Sammy dead?" Dean questioned.

John sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face, trying to decide the correct words.

"No, Dean, not yet. You and your brother flat lined, but you still have a chance. You can easily come out of this, …but… your brother is going to need some help."

"What kind of help?" Dean was suspicious, this was his father, of that he was sure, but what could save him and his brother from death?

"Mary?" John spoke, beckoning to his wife.

Mary sighed, but stood, looking down at Sam with sorrow filled eyes. It seemed to take every ounce of strength to move her eyes from Sam. She looked at Dean, still supported by John's arms, and couldn't help but be proud of her Dean. She walked over to them and took a seat beside her son.

"Dean?" Mary asked as she placed a delicate hand onto Dean's cheek. She frowned slightly at the heat she felt under her baby's skin.

"Mom? What do I have to do? What do I have to do to save Sammy?" Dean asked in soft, yet strong voice.

"You have to try to wake him up. If you can get him to wake up, he'll live… you'll live. Be strong, honey." Mary stroked Dean's cheek and rose, offering him a hand for support.

Dean nodded, waking his brother up would be easy… right? He'd done it a million times, and now was no different. "Be strong" he echoed to himself. He grasped his mother's hand and with some help from his dad, he was standing and making his way to his sick little brother, to his Sammy…

(Back in the hospital)

Bobby was amazed at what he was seeing. John was no longer by Dean's bedside, but a light was glowing around Dean like none he had seen before. The light twisted and danced all along Dean's body, and as it did, Dean's heartbeat slowly returned to normal. And his eyes slowly began to peel open.

"Go check on Sam!" Bobby ordered Kate.

"But-" Kate began.

"Now!"

Kate cringed at the loud tone of Bobby's voice, but turned and quickly made her way out of the room.

When she reached Sam's room, she was amazed to find that his heartbeat was normal and that his temperature was down to 102.3, far below his temperature of 105.8 from just under an hour ago. Kate had never been a believer in miracles, but this, this truly was a miracle. And as she stood, looking upon the sickly young man, she saw his eyes begin to blink as if to open. She sunk to her knees and started to sob in disbelief.

THE END