Bobby arrived to the hospital as fast as he could. He rushed into Sam's hospital room and saw young Dean sitting beside Sam's bed with his head in his hands.

Bobby- "Dean."

Dean raised his head up and his watery eyes meet Bobby's and he then looked over at Sammy then back at Bobby. Dean suddently and quickly pushed himself out of the chair and went right towards Bobby, who opened his arms and hugged Dean tightly. They held their hug before they left go. Dean ceared his throat.

Bobby- "How's Sam?"

Dean- "I don't know Bobby. He's in a coma! And there's nothin' I can do to help him!"

Bobby- "It's okay Dean. We will fix this, whatever it tasks."

Dean nodded his head and sat back down and grabed Sammy' hand. His skin was still warm, he hadn't broke his fever. Dean shocked his head and looked up at Bobby, this awesome man who is a father figure to him and Sammy.

They sat in silence for a long time. Dean after awhile got up and left the room, he couldn't hadle this anymore. He walked around in the hallway for a bit. He was stressed out a lot. He reached in his pocket and pulled his phone out and called his dad. Dean held the phone ti his ear and he listen to it ring. Bobby opened the door and watch young Dean pacing around with his cell phone to his ear. Dean heard his father's voicemail and Dean slammed the phone closed. He turned around and his eyes meet with Bobby. Bobby sighed and gave Dean a faint smile.

Booby- "It's gonna be alright boy."

Dean shocked his head and walked past Bobby and re-entered Sammy's room. Bobby stayed out in the hallway and shocked his head. He pulled out his phone and called John.

Bobby- "John this is Bobby Singer call me back now. We need to talk about the boys."

Bobby closed his phone and walked outside for some air. His phone finally ranged after a few moments later.

Bobby- "John, do you know what is goin' on with Sam?!"
"You do? And you ain't comin' around!? Whatever job your workin' can wait, alright. Sammy is in the freakin' ICU and Dean is....Yeah i know John. Yes I know I'm not their father but..."

John hanged up on him and Bobby threw his phone. He was pissed at John. He didn't get how John cared more about a case than he did about his own damn son.

Bobby- "Son of a bitch!"

Dean- "Bobby?"

Bobby turned to see Dean standign behind him. Dean searched Bobby's face for some answers but could tell that there wasn't any.

Bobby- "Dean-"

Dean- "What dad say?"

Bobby exhaled and walked closer towards Dean.

Bobby- "He said he is rapped up in a job right now and when he finishes if he has..."

Dean- "If?"

Bobby- "Dean...I..."

Dean- "If!?! I can't...I just can't-"

        Dean turned from Bobby and walked back inside the hospital. He walked down the hall and all his rage suddently came out and he punched a wall. He pulled his hand from the wall and looked down at his knuckles that were now a little bloody. He shocked his hand off and went back to Sam's room. He pushed the door open and saw his little brother laying there soo still. He sighed and returned to the location he has been in for days, sitting right beside Sam.
Bobby left a few hours after that and Dean stayed behind and slept in the chair by his bed. The room was completely dark, the only light came from the monitors.

Sam's legs started to move. He began to chock from the tube in his throat. He pulled it out and tossed it away from him. He couldn't see anything in the room, he had no idea where he was. His breathing was shallowed, and his whole body ached. He felt like he needed to move to discover where he was and where Dean was at. He began to move and he became very dizzy, he squeezed his eyes shut. Disoriented in all of the darkness in the room Sam roll over, trying to do something to get free and find his big brother. He felt his body fall but couldn't stop himself from falling downward. His head hit the ground and he rolled onto his back and laid there for a moment. He heard a ringing in his ears and the world around him felt like it was spinning 20 miles per hour. He closed his eyes and locked himself in more darkness, he reached up and felt his head. He could feel the cold surface of the floor under him. Sammy was breathing heavily and he felt like he was going to be sick but couldn't remember the last time he had eatten something. Sam began to pull at all the wires and tubes attached to him.

Dean woke up with a jump. He heard a crashing sound. He sat up quickly and blinked his eyes a few times. He had no clue what time it was. He then heard one of the machines go off and he moved towards Sam's bed.

Dean- "Sam?"

Sam heard Dean's voice pierced through the drumming in Sam's ears. Sam tried to call out for Dean but he couldn't get a single word out. Dean felt Sam's bed and felt no Sam so he rushed and threw on the lights in the room. A bright white light filled the room blinding them both. After a few moments Dean saw Sammy laying on the floor, he rushed to his brother's side.

Dean kneeled down next to Sam and placed his hand under his head and lifted it up. Sam's eyes were open a crack and Dean could see his eyes under his slit lids. He smiles and began to lift Sam to place him back into the bed.

Sam was still breathing very fast and his head was still killing him. He reached up and held his head. Just then a nurse rushed in and Dean backed up as he watched his little brother. She placed an oxygen mask on Sam and she said she was going to find the doctor. As soon as she left Dean was right by Sammy's side. Sam reached up and tried to take the mask off his face but Dean laid his hand over Sam's. Sammy opened his eyes and looked up at Dean.

Dean- "Don't...Don't move it."

Sam slid his hand off the mask and let it flop down next to him. He closed his eyes and let the air fill him up.

Dean- "Sam-? Sam?"

Sam re-opened his eyes and he saw Dean exhale. Sam tired to say Dean's name but Dean shocked his head.

Dean- "Shhh Sam. Don't talk. Just rest little bro, okay?"

Sam nodded his head. He watch Dean sit on the edge of the bed and saw Dean smiling down at him. He had no clue how long he had been out but knew that Dean looked worned out and on edge. Sam could feel his eyes and body grow heavier and darkness was slowly creeping up into his vision.

Dean- "Sam-"

Sam heard Dean's voice and then he was swollowed in darkness and was asleep.