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Sam sat quietly in the hospital waiting room, waiting for news on if Dean was going to survive the attack. They had walked into a hunt blind, well more so than normal. They had figured it was a vampire or werewolf, but it had turned out to be a demon den. 

Malformed and ugly creatures with razor sharp and long nails, that could filet skin from bone in a blink or less. Somehow their nails had missed all of Dean's major and minor arteries, when they slashed his left side to ribbons. How that was even feasible, he had no idea. 

He looked down at his watch, on his skinned up and bandaged wrist. The clock read 4:33 am, showing that he had been waiting for news for over eight hours. Dean must have been taken back for surgery, since the bleeding had been pretty bad from the jagged slash marks in his left side. 

"Dean Bireman?" A nurse asked, causing Sam to jump in surprise. 

"Is my brother okay?" Sam asked weakly, his voice betraying his exhaustion. 

"Angels are really watching over your brother." the nurse said, with a motherly tone. She looked Sam over, with the critical eye of a parent. 

"My brother used to say our mom said something very similar to that." Sam mumbled, his words slightly slurred and jumbled, as he was barely able to blink his eyes open once they closed. 

"Come with me, we have a cot set up in his room for you." the nurse said, taking his arm gently to guide him through the halls to Dean's room. "Rest, he is going to be fine." she encouraged once they entered Dean's room. 

Sam looked at Dean briefly, relieved that his older brother was breathing with only a nasal tube helping him. He lay down on his cot, dozing off before his head hit the pillow. 

"Rest well, Sammy. Angels are watching over you and Dean." the nurse said lovingly, after Sam was asleep. She covered him with a blanket, before walking over to check Dean's vitals. 

She paused in the doorway, when leaving the room, looking at the sleeping brothers fondly. She walked out to the nurses' desk, looking at the phone thoughtfully. 

After a few moments, she made up her mind. She grabbed the phone, dialing a very familiar number, and listened to it ring. 

"Singer Salvage Yard?" answered a sleepy, gruff voice, a moment before the the ringing would have gone to voicemail. 

"Bobby," the nurse said gently, knowing he would know what she had done before too long. 

"Who is this?!" Bobby demanded, wondering what was going on and who had been hurt this time. "It is barely 5 am." he added in sleepy frustration. 

"I know, and I am sorry for such an early call. My name is Nurse Jackie, from Sanford Medical Center in Bismarck, North Dakota. I have a Sam and Dean Bireman here." she said professionally, mentally berating herself for nearly giving away who she really was. 

"Are they alright?"  Bobby asked, concern thick in his voice. 

"Sammy is a bit banged up, but Dean needed surgery for some pretty massive lacerations in his left side." She explained, her real voice coming through as she said the boys' names. 

"Mary?!" Bobby snapped, frustrated with the boys' supposed-to-be-dead mother, who was repeatedly not staying dead. 

"Hey Bobby. I couldn't help it! They were hurting and scared, I needed to help them." Mary protested, even as she knew she was only making excuses for her behavior. 

"Possession is not okay, Mary!" Bobby growled, too tired to care if he was yelling or not. 

"I know, Bobby. I'm sorry." Mary said sorrowfully. She knew possessing people was not okay, but she had to take care of her sons, right? She sighed softly, looking at the clock briefly, before speaking again. "If you leave now, you could be here by noon. I'll take care of them until you get here, and this will be the last time." she promised. 

"I will be leaving in just a moment, and you said that the first four times. What are we at now, thirty?" Bobby snapped, as he gathered what he needed to bring his boys home. 

"I know, I know. I will stop now, I promise." Mary said woefully, knowing it was for the best of everyone, if she just stayed dead. Dead things are not supposed to come alive again, unless God willed it. And God did not will possession of any kind. 

Bobby sighed, before hanging up and heading out to his car. He had found a spell that would stop Mary from being able to possess anyone, but he wasn't sure if he should stop the mother from helping her children. It was a gray area that kept him awake a lot lately.

Mary walked back to Sam and Dean's room, relieved that they were both sleeping soundly and had no idea what she had done. She pulled up a chair to watch them, knowing she may be labeled a stalker, but she just needed to know they were truly okay. She knew Bobby took good care of them, but still they were her sons and she cared about them. 

She watched them sleep off and on for the next six hours,  checking both their vitals carefully, so as not to wake either of them. When she sensed that Bobby was nearby, as in inside the hospital, she fled from the nurse's body, making sure not to harm her. 

Bobby walked up to Dean's room, walking in to see a very confused nurse and too sleeping boys. "Are they alright, Nurse?" he asked, immediately recognizing the signs of someone having been possessed. 

Nurse Jackie blinked a few times, before grabbing Dean's chart. "Yes, he appears to be doing quite well considering the surgery and lacerations. You should be able to take him home tonight or tomorrow, baring no complications." she said, reading the notes Mary had left behind. 

Bobby nodded in relief, before moving over beside Sam and gently shaking his shoulder to wake him up. 

Sam jerked upright, twisting around frantically in search of Dean. ""Dean?!" he called, panic raising his voice an octave or two. 

"Easy kid, its okay. Dean is asleep in the bed." Bobby said gently, pulling the younger man into a gentle but comforting hug. 

Dean groaned softly, drawing the attention of Nurse Jackie. "Wha 'appen?" he mumbled, fighting to stay awake, with major amounts of pain meds in his system. 

"Easy, Dean, you suffered a major injury and had surgery late last night. You are going to be okay, and this nice gentleman is here to take you and Sam home once the doc says its okay." Nurse Jackie said, snapping into action. She helped Dean get more comfortable and checked his vitals, before briefly checking his bandages and stitches. She left the room, in search of the doctor to okay Dean and Sam leaving. 

Sam collapsed against Bobby in relief, looking over to see that Dean was waking up and doing okay, minus the nasal tube and clearly sleepy features. "Can I go back to sleep?" he asked in exhaustion, as his body was just wanting rest.

"Of course, I will wake you after meeting with the doc and finding out when I can take you home." Bobby said gruffly, helping Sam lay back down. The kid was asleep within seconds, earning a chuckle from the older man. He turned to look at Dean, who looked a bit too pale for his liking. "How you feelin?" he asked, moving to Dean's bedside. 

"Sick, sore, and tired." Dean mumbled, as he gulped a few times. 

Bobby grabbed a nearby basin, holding it in front of Dean's chest, knowing the kid never tolerated hardcore pain meds very well. "If you're gonna puke, its no big deal." he said simply, trying to be supportive.

Dean glared at Bobby briefly, before gagging hard, and throwing up heavily. He hadn't realized how much that would hurt, but dang it hurt like hell. 

Nurse Jackie ran into the room, injecting a syringe of fluid into Dean's iv. "I just gave you some anti-emetics, that should help take away the nausea and vomiting." she explained, handing Bobby a new basin and leaving with the old one. 

A young woman walked into the room, moments after Jackie left, looking a bit tired but not too tired. "I'm Dr. Brown, the doctor who operated on Dean." she said calmly, turning to look at Sam who was snoring softly. When she turned, Dean and Bobby could see that she was at six months pregnant. 

"How's he looking? Can I take them home tonight?" Bobby asked, sounding a bit flabbergasted that she was so pregnant and still performing operations. 

"Aside from the vomiting, he is looking great. You can take both of them home, any time. I already signed the discharge papers, and have a goody bag of meds for Dean and Sam to take when they get home." Dr. Brown said sweetly, smiling kindly at Bobby and Dean. 

Bobby waited until Dean was no longer feeling sick, before leaving the room to go fill out the extra discharge information and get the plan of care for Dean and Sam. He walked back into the room to find Dean dressed and ready to go, with a sleepy Sam standing nearby. 

"Let's head home, boys." he said kindly, pushing Dean's wheelchair out to the car, and pulled a sleepy Sam with him. 

He got the boys in the car, handed his keys off to a fellow hunter, and drove the impala home carefully. No sooner had he started driving, did both Sam and Dean fall back to sleep, lulled into a peaceful slumber by the impala's gentle rumbling engine. 

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Bobby took good care of them, making sure they followed the plan of care to a T. Of course, they were chewed out for walking in blind, and getting so hurt, but they knew it was just because the older man cared. Both boys recovered quickly, and were seriously jonesing for a hunt, by the time Bobby finally cleared them for hunting again. 

I hope this chapter was worth the wait, and as enjoyable to read, as it was to write. As always: vote, comment, and request away! Love you all! <3