This is the last chapter. I want to thank everyone who took the time to review. I'm glad you enjoyed the story. Like I always say I suck at endings so I hope no one is disappointed.

Brothers

Chapter twelve

"What's your friend's name?"

"Dean…but d-d-don't c-c-call him he's going to b-b-be mad at m-m-me."

Marlin laughed.

"That's the least of your worries kid." He looked over at Wagner. "Go find a phone and see if you can get hold of him. If you do, get him out here…we'll get rid of them together."

Wagner went into a nearby restaurant and used their phone to call the motel, he was then patched through to Dean.

"Sam?" Dean answered hoping to hear his brother's voice.

"Is this Dean?"

"Yeah…who is this?" Dean's heart started pounding in his chest. He remembered the phone call a few months ago when the police called to tell him his brother had been hurt. He shut his eyes and said a silent prayer that he wasn't going to hear the same thing or something worse.

"We have your friend, and he's dead unless you do what I say."

Dean felt a cold chill go through him.

"You hurt him and I swear I'll kill you." Dean gripped the steering wheel as he listened to the man.

"He's fine for now, but he won't be for long."

"What do you want?"

"Meet us in the alley at Ninth and Bradford…no cops or the kid's dead."

"I'll be there." Dean snapped his cell phone shut then reached in the glove compartment and took out his gun. He stuck it in his waistband and covered it with his shirt.

Ten minutes later

Dean pulled into the alley and drove halfway through it till he spotted Sam and the two men standing behind some dumpsters. He parked the car and slowly walked toward them. He clenched his fists in anger when he saw the bruises on Sam's face and the fear in his eyes.

"You okay Sam?"

Sam nodded.

"D-D-Don't be mad."

"I'm not mad Sam." Dean looked over at Marlin and Wagner. "What do you want?"

"Seems like your friend here ran into us before, which is unfortunate for him and now you too."

"Look, I don't give a damn about either of you; all I want is my brother back."

"Brother? Well your brother can identify us and so can you."

"You don't have to worry about him he doesn't remember what happened, there's no reason to hurt him."

Marlin gave a little laugh.

"Oh so the shot to the head did screw up his brains. I thought he sounded a little retarded…and all that stuttering…poor kid I guess I'll just be putting him out of is misery then." Marlin said smiling. He looked at Sam as he raised his gun and pointed it at Dean. "Well tell your brother goodbye kid."

"No! Don't!" Sam screamed as he grabbed for the gun. Marlin pulled the gun away then slammed it against Sam's head; he dropped to the ground unconscious as blood flowed from a deep cut above his eye. Marlin then pointed the gun at Sam's head.

"Damn kid, I should have made sure you were dead the first time I shot you." He said as he leveled the gun at Sam's head.

"Noooo!" Dean yelled as he pulled out his own gun. He didn't hesitate as he pointed it at Marlin's stomach and pulled the trigger. He then swung around and shot Wagner also in the stomach as he turned his own gun toward Dean. Both men dropped to the ground moaning in pain. Dean was tempted to finish each of them off with a head shot but decided that would be too easy for them. He knew a stomach wound was one of the most painful wounds you could have and it gave him a sense of satisfaction knowing he was the one that had caused the pain. He kicked the guns away from the men then stuck his gun back in his waistband and ran to Sam then knelt down beside him.

"Sammy?" He pulled Sam into his arms his brother's blood smearing his shirt. He was unconscious but alive. Dean gently picked him up and put him in the back seat of the car. He then jumped in and sped toward the hospital with the doctor's warning repeating itself in his mind, that if Sam had another head wound it could be fatal.

The hospital

Dean paced the emergency room's waiting room. He had told the doctor that Sam had fallen outside the motel and hit his head on the fender of the car. The doctor looked at him suspiciously but said nothing. He knew he should call the cops and tell them about the two men in the alley but truthfully he didn't care if they died. They had hurt his brother and they had paid for it. Two hours later the doctor came out of the emergency room and walked over to Dean.

"How is he?"

The doctor smiled.

"He's awake and wants to see you."

"Oh thank God." Dean breathed a sigh of relief.

The doctor led Dean into the emergency room. Sam was sitting propped up on the gurney. He gave Dean a small smile when he saw him.

"Sam you okay?"

"Yeah, I just have a hell of a headache. What happened?"

"You don't remember?"

"All I remember is going to the store for doughnuts and I think it was getting robbed but…that's it...that's all I can remember…"

"You remember me?"

"Sure, why wouldn't I?" Sam looked at Dean confused.

Dean looked over at the doctor.

"He remembers…and his stuttering is gone." Dean smiled.

"Your brother's very lucky. The blow he took to his head could have killed him but instead it jarred his memory. We still want to run a few tests just to make sure he's not bleeding in his brain anywhere but it looks to me like he'll be fine and mentally he appears to be back to normal."

Sam looked back and forth between Dean and the doctor.

"What do you mean mentally I appear to be back to normal? What the hell's going on Dean?" He had no idea what they were talking about. He glanced over at Dean expecting to hear some smart ass remark about him never being normal in the first place but Dean kept quiet.

"I'll tell you all about it when you're feeling better." Dean said.

"I'm feeling okay now, and I want to know what this is all about."

"Sam, just let the doctor's run their tests and as soon as they say you're back to normal, or what ever normal is for a geek like you, we'll have a little talk and I'll explain everything that happened since you went for doughnuts."

Sam seemed satisfied; he knew he'd get it out of Dean sooner or later.

The doctor looked at Dean.

"I want to hold your brother for a day or two and then if all the tests come back negative he'll be free to go."

Two days later

Sam was released two days later and Dean took him back to the motel. Once they were inside Sam sat on the bed and looked at his brother.

"Okay, now I want to hear what happened?"

Dean sat on the bed across from Sam and explained to him what had happened since he was shot, but he left out the part about him shooting the two men in the alley. Dean hadn't read a paper or watched TV since the shooting and had no idea if the men were alive or dead nor did he care. They had shot his brother and he had made them pay for it and he knew he would do it again if he had to. No one messed with his little brother.

"Well then how did I regain my memory?"

"It's just like I told the doctor. You slipped in the parking lot and hit your head on the car fender."

"Oh…" It seemed like a reasonable explanation. "Was I a pain in the ass when I was acting like a kid?"

"Sam, that's a stupid question…you're always a pain in the ass." Dean said smiling.

"No I mean it, If I gave you any trouble I'm sorry."

"No, no trouble at all." Dean smiled. "But it's good to have you back." Dean knew he might never know what happened to the two men he had shot, but his brother was alive and back to normal and really that was all that mattered to him.

The End