Ever so slowly, Dean's consciousness began to creep back.

The first thing he became aware of was the stiffness that enveloped his entire body and then the beep beep of a machine which probably was attached to him.

Hospital.

The word popped up to his mind.

So he'd survived. Help had arrived in time and Mary had taken him to the hospital. Part of him felt disturbed at that, it meant that he had to go through that blazing pain all over again.

"Dean."

His heart skipped a beat at that voice.

Blinking his eyes a few times, Dean found Sam standing by his bedside, squeezing his hand so tightly that he'd have yelled in pain if he wasn't still so confused. It kinda felt like he was detached from his body, not able to control a thing.

He was back.

But how was that even possible? Maybe all those books were wrong; maybe his death was the key.

"Oh, thank God." It seemed like Sam'd actually start crying any seconds. "Can you hear me, Dean? Squeeze my hand if you can hear me."

Dean was too numb to comply.

Sam felt a shiver ran through his body; what if Dean wasn't back completely? What if he'd been too late? What if his brother had been brain-damaged?

"Dean, blink twice if you can hear me. Please, please do something."

"Sam?" Dean whispered; his voice hoarse from not using it for a long time.

"Dean, O my God." Sam started laughing uncontrollably. "You're back."

"I'm back." he let out. "But how?"

Sam shook his head and his legs suddenly refused to hold him up any longer, he collapsed to the chair next to the bed, unable to support himself. "Man, don't do that, again."

"Sam, am I really back?"

"Yes, Dean. I-" he moved and sat on the bed next to Dean and grabbed his brother by shoulder and pulled him into a fierce hug. Dean would've turned the gesture, but his arms were kinda stuck between his body and Sam's; besides, he was just too tired. He knew that he hadn't done anything but lying on a bed in this world, but he still was too tired.

"How did I get back, Sam?"

"You gonna hate me if I answer that?"

"Depends on your answer." Dean replied, not really meaning what he said. It wasn't in him to hate his little brother, but if Sam had done something stupid to bring him back, then he'd be really really angry and would make sure Sam knew it.

"I... I killed Yemaya. She said you two had met before, so I assume you know her."

Dean nodded. "You killed her? How? I tried but silver didn't work on her."

Sam felt a surge of relief at Dean's words. "So you did want to come back."

"What do you mean? Of course I-" Dean paused. "Wait, is that why you thought I might hate you? For bringing me back? Just what did that bitch filled you with? She said she'd make you believe that I didn't want to come back. That's not true Sam. I tried everything. Every damn day I was trying to find a way back, but I couldn't. I couldn't kill Daisy to save myself."

"Daisy? What are you talking about?" Sam felt totally lost; he didn't have a clue what Dean was talking about.

"She-" Dean gulped. "She said that I had to kill Daisy. Daisy... She was my little girl." he sighed. "She wanted me to kill an innocent kid and drink her blood. I couldn't do that, Sam. I'm sorry."

"Oh, man." Sam whispered. "I didn't know that. That must have sucked."

"You've no idea."

"Well, you didn't kill her. So, no harm, no foul."

Dean pondered for a few seconds. "Hmm, I guess so. So, how did you kill that bitch?"

"Well, Silver might not work on her, but apparently copper does. And to be honest, Frank was the one who killed her, I was kinda... Well, dazed, uncertain, I don't know."

"Frank? Oh boy, it means we owe him even more, now."

"Big time." Sam nodded. "Anyway, I... man don't kill me."

"What?" Dean frowned.

"I gave you her blood with a mixture of a few other things. You couldn't exactly drink it, so we inserted it to your stomach with the feeding tube."

Dean's face turned a shade of green. "Ewww."

"You weren't even conscious, and you've drunk Vampire's blood, before; I don't think this was any grosser."

"Double eww. Man, thanks for reminding me of that damn day. Give me some water, will you?"

Sam laughed and stood up to get him a glass of water.

To say he was thrilled to have his brother back would be an understatement. He was almost sure that he'd been late.

After giving Yemaya's blood to Dean, his vitals had dropped and after a few minutes he'd gone into cardiac arrest; the doctors believed that it wasn't anything but miracle that they'd been able to bring him back.
At first they thought that they'd just given him a couple of more days, but little by little he got stronger. It was two days ago when they'd finally removed the tubes and moved him to a regular ward.

"So, it's over, huh?" Dean asked when he drank the water.

"I hope so. So, what was it like in the other universe?" Sam said and cringed at his own question. He knew that Dean had cancer there; it couldn't be easy for him to think about.

"It was... Good, I think." Dean said to Sam's surprise. "I mean, well, recently it was kinda painful and before that it wasn't perfect since you weren't there, but I've really missed Mom and well, she was there." Dean shrugged. "I never wanted to stay there, though. I assure you."

"I know, Dean." Sam smiled. "That... Yemaya said you'd cancer, is that true?"

Dean nodded. 'Long agonizing moments. Actually I still feel exhausted from those coughing fits; can't believe I can breathe with no problem.' he thought but didn't say any of them aloud. Sam didn't need to know about that. "Lung cancer and damn painful." He said instead. "But Mom was there all the time." He reassured.
"You know, I'm wondering what's happening there, now. I mean, I'm back here, but there should be another Dean, right? I didn't just appear in their world out of nowhere. The Dean in that world was a cardiologist." Dean chuckled. "Can you believe it, I tried to escape that part, but I actually knew what it was about and I performed a few surgeries."

"What?" Sam burst into laughter. "You didn't kill anyone, did you?"

"Nah, give me some credit." Dean laughed along. "I wish I could bring you pictures. Daisy was so beautiful, I'll miss her, and Mom." he sighed.

"What about Dad?" Sam had to ask, he'd always been wondering what their Dad would be like if things had gone differently.

"Ahh, I don't really know. Apparently he was a drunken bastard. He'd killed himself in front of me, or the other me, whatever, when I was four. Can you believe it?"

"Oh." That was all Sam could utter. 'Maybe it was a good thing that things hadn't gone that way, then.' He thought.

"Yeah, Oh. And hey, I saw Bobby, too. He wasn't a hunter. In fact, he didn't even believe in supernatural beings. His wife was alive and I almost got myself killed when I showed how surprised I was."

"Bobby." Sam whispered the name. "Just how long were you there?"

"Good question. I think it was almost 4 months. What about here?"

"Almost 2 weeks."

Dean blinked. "Really? WOW, boy, our life sucks."

"No kidding."

"We really owe Frank, don't we?"

Sam nodded ruefully. "By the way, next time you wanted to prove your point, you can just say so. No need to pull a stunt like this."

"Like you'd listen."

"I will." Sam protested.

"Right, for the next-" Dean looked up at the clock on the wall. "Next 5 minutes?"

"You wish."

"I knew it." Dean growled.

He was already missing Mary, but he was where he belonged. Sam needed him, and he needed Sam. He knew it in his heart that Mary and Daisy were going to be fine. Maybe the other Dean would get better. He had no way to find out, he could just hope and he was happy to know that they were pretty much safe there.

Now his mission was to make sure Sam would be safe, too. It was way harder, but they'd survived many other things; they'd find their ways through this one, too.

Oh, they had just one big problem that he didn't know if they could survive from.

Frank.

He knew that Frank would ask for impossible things. They owed him his life, now.

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-The End-

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A/N: I really like Frank, hope we can see him again in the show.

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