I want to thank my beta, griffin-girl02. If it wasn't for her then this story would have been unreadable! I just want to thank everybody who has read and reviewed. This story has been my most succesful! I have had more alerts than all of my other stories combines and this story has the most reviews and hits, so a heart felt thanks to all of ya'll! I hope you enjoy this last chapter!

SN ch 7

Sandy gave it a bit more gas and the front tires touched solid ground and pulled them the rest of the way out of the swelled creek. Sandy and Sam both gave a sigh of relief and thanked the Lord, then Sandy shifted back into two-wheel drive and took off down the winding country road, determined to get Dean to the hospital quickly.

Once they hit the highway Sandy called the hospital and told them to expect them. Seeing the lights of the hospital, Sam had never been so relieved in his life, except for when Dean had awakened from his coma. The hospital staff was waiting out front for them. They came to a screeching halt in front of the assembled personnel and Sam placed his still unconscious brother onto the gurney. Then Dean was whisked away. The nurse presented Sam with the papers he needed to fill out and showed him the waiting room. A few minutes later, Sandy came in from parking the truck and took the seat beside Sam.

They waited for about an hour until a doctor came out asking for the family of Dean James. Dr. Matt Burns explained that Dean has a bad infection as a result of the bear's claws, and they had him on some strong antibiotics and painkillers. Sam went on back to Dean's room while Sandy stayed and talked to Dr. Burns, who was a childhood friend. Plus, she wanted to give Sam some private time with his brother.

Sam walked into Dean's hospital room and stood there a moment, happy that Dean was alive and finally on the road to recovery. Sitting down beside Dean's bed, Sam took his sibling's hand.

"You can't do this to me anymore. All this almost dying stuff is killing me. I'm just thankful you're impossible to kill," Sam couldn't put into words how he was feeling, so he just sat there holding his big brother's hand until he fell asleep on top of Dean's arm.

Sandy came by to see how Dean was doing and found Sam asleep on Dean's arm. With a chuckle, she left a note saying she went home with Dr. Burns for the night and would come by in the morning with breakfast.

Dean opened his eyes and looked around, wondering a second where he was, then he realized it was a hospital. The next thing he became aware of was a heavy weight on his arm. Funny, he remembered getting clawed on the other arm. Looking down, there was his little brother asleep on his arm. That accounted for his not being able to move it. Mentally, Dean took stock of how he really felt. Very little pain, and he felt really good, but still a bit tired. Good meds, he concluded. Wanting to get Sam off his arm, he called his brother's name.

"Sam," it came out as a whisper. Clearing his throat he tried again.

"Sam," this time his little brother stirred, waking up.

"Hey, you're awake!"

"Brilliant deduction Sherlock," Dean shot back, dripping with sarcasm. "Could you move your big Sasquatch body, it's killing my arm."

Sam looked guilty and quickly moved. "So how are you feeling? No crap or I'll kill you!"

"I think they gave me the good meds. I fell all warm and tingly inside."

"That's because I'm here," A voice came from the door, and Sandy came into the room with three cups and a bag of food.

Dean's eyes lit up at the prospect of not having to eat what the hospital tried to pass off as food.

"I brought two breakfast specials and two coffees for y'all."

Sam started to protest, "Have you cleared this with the doctor?"

"Yep, in fact it was Dr. Burns who paid for it," Sandy replied with a cheeky grin from her spot on the foot of Dean's bed. "So eat up!"

Halfway through their meal, Dean dropped his fork. Two pairs of eyes looked at him in surprise.

"Sam have you gotten the Impala? I don't want my baby out there in a backwoods parking lot where she might get hurt."

Sandy stifled a laugh, guys and their cars.

"Yeah, after we patched you up, I went tracking back through the woods to where we got lost and miraculously found my way back to the Impala and then I drove it back down the path and through the woods to Sandy's house."

"All you had to do was say no, Sam. No need for sarcasm," Dean sweetly replied.

Sam just groaned, "Let me guess, you want me to get the Impala and bring it here."

Giving Sam his best 'I love you little bro' smile, he added, "Please?"

Chiming in, Sandy said, "I wouldn't mind giving you a ride up there. It wouldn't be problem."

"After breakfast?" Dean asked hopefully.

"Sure," they both replied.

Dean was getting extremely bored. The doctor had visited saying that he should be able to leave the next day if he was still doing well. Then Sam and Sandy had left to go get his precious car. He hoped Sam was treating the Impala right. To top it all off, daytime TV still sucked. The only thing that was even remotely interesting was that TV show Dark Angel with hottie Jessica Alba. And that one character Alec, now he was a funny guy. Dark Angel was a marathon on the Sci-fi channel, so Dean decided to just leave it on. Finally, he heard his brother's voice from down the hallway.

"Those speed limit signs are there for a reason you know."

Walking into the room Sandy replied, "And the little pedal on the right is there for a reason." Turning to Dean she complained, "Your brother drives like a grandma."

Dean grinned. Sam retorted, "She drives like you do. Crazy. I thought she only drove like that last night to get you to the hospital, but no. It's an all time thing."

Still grinning Dean tuned to Sandy, "Marry me?"

"Sure, but what would we do with your slow poke brother. I don't think he'd be able to keep up with us."

"Your right, Sammy wouldn't. He just don't have enough fire in him like we do."

Sitting on the bottom of Dean's bed, Sandy made herself comfortable. They all sat there chatting a little while before Sam asked,

"What could we do for you? You've done so much for us," Sam said, ever the gentleman.

Sandy thought for a second, "Let me see your phones."

Sam got both his and Dean's phone and handed them to her.

"You want our phones?" Dean questioned. Sandy held up a finger silencing them.

After she was done playing with them, she handed them back to Sam.

"You have to agree to come back and visit, because nobody will believe me if I say I helped save this guy who was attacked by a bear."

"OK, but why did you need out phones?" Dean wondered.

"To make sure you would call before you visit next time. I want to make sure I have enough bandages for the next visit!" Sandy joked.

A/N: Well this concludes my little story. I hope you have enjoyed reading it. The whole, gas pedal / speed limit, line really took place, and I thought it was good enough line to fit into the story! Please review and tell me what you thought! Chris, you better review, or else!