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Dean's laying on his stomach on a cheap motel bed, facing the dirty window. That's practically all he's been doing since Sam has left for college, which was a few weeks ago. He's been depressed ever since his brother had walked out the door.


John told Dean to stay here, no ordered him to stay here. Said Dean wasn't much help on a hunt, only got in the way. His head wasn't in the job, he wasn't there, he was somewhere else, with Sam.


Dean really didn't care anymore, sure he lived for hunting, but his job was always to watch and protect his baby brother, not be the one who needed protection. But since Sam left, he felt his job wasn't being done, he felt useless and alone, like part of him was missing.


His fathers words to Sam keep playing over and over in his mind. "If your going to leave, then leave, but don't come back!" He still cant believe his dad said that to his brother, of course his father would be angry, hell Dean was even angry at Sam, more like heartbroken.


He wanted to tell Sam that their father didn't mean what he said, that he was only scared for him. The truth was, John was horrified about who or what can get to Sam out there on his own. Sam is vulnerable without his big brother and father.


Dean didn't tell Sam though, he let him go off to Stanford because he wanted Sam to be happy, and he knew for a fact that he was never happy when they were hunting, and he never would be.


He always wanted his brother to live a normal life, and if that means going off with out him and his father then that's how it has to be.


It used to be John, Dean, and Sammy. Now its just John and Dean. His father doesn't like talking about Sam, he gets angry and walks out when Dean brings his baby brother up. John hasn't spoken to Sam, hasn't called him, Sam hasn't called them either.


The first few days Dean had called Sam, and Sam talked to him, told him that he was doing good. After about a week though, Sam had purposely missed his brother's calls, and soon after, Dean had stopped calling.


Dean was hurting so much after Sam left, now he just feels useless, he cant stand it. His brother wont answer his calls, he cant talk to his father. He just, he has no purpose anymore.


Dean gets up from the bed and goes over to his duffle bag, he pulls out a small but very sharp blade. Staring at it for a few moments, he wonders if his brother or father would even care if he was alive or not. Sam left him, he doesn't seem to need his big brother anymore, his protector.


John doesn't seem to need Dean, he said it himself "your only getting in the way". Maybe he never really needed Dean, Maybe he just needed him to baby sit Sammy.


Now Sammy's gone, so there's no reason for him to be here, sure he wants the demon that killed their mother to rot in hell for what it did, but he has no doubt that his father can find the thing and kill it by himself.


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Taking the blade, he walks into the bathroom and closes the door. Dean stares at himself in the mirror for a minute before sliding down the wall between the bathtub and toilet. Only wearing a white T-shirt and a pair of boxers, he shivers as he stretches his naked legs out across the cold tile floor.


Without another thought, Dean takes one deep breath then takes the blade to his wrists. He grimaces as he slices deeply into the flesh right over the inside of his left wrist.


Immediately the dark colored blood slips through the cut and starts to poor down his forearm and onto his boxers.


Slowly he puts the blade into his left hand and lazily slits the sensitive skin on his other wrist, a low moan escaping his red lips.


Dropping the blade to the ground, Dean looks down at both arms watching as the blood pours freely.


His eyelids start to flutter, and his heartbeat gets louder as it starts to slow down, its the last thing he hears before he slumps over unconscious.


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John Winchester climbs out of his truck and makes his way towards the motel room him and Dean has been staying in the last few days. Opening the door, he looks around the room not seeing his oldest son.


He looks to the closed bathroom door, staring at it a moment. Sensing something isn't right, he quickly barges in.


John see's his son slouched down against the wall, there's a lot of blood and his eyes find the small blade laying next to Dean's leg.


He rushes to his son's side, grabbing a white towel from the towel rack, he rips it in half tying a piece tightly over each cut. Seeing the blood soak through the white cloth, John throws off his jacket and tares half of his gray T-shirt, tying it over the wet pieces of towel.


Breathing heavily, he puts two fingers to his son's neck and barely feels the slow heart beat. Sighing, he picks up his oldest son in his arms and walks quickly outside.


John sits Dean onto the passenger seat, then climbs in behind the steering wheel and drives as fast as he can to a hospital.


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Dean's eyes flutter open and the first thing he see's is a white ceiling. Blinking and licking his dry lips, he slowly looks around the room. His eyes stop on a man sitting in the chair next to him.

"Dad?" he asks.


"Dean" is all John says.


Sitting up a bit, Dean looks down at his bandaged wrists then back at his father. "where's Sammy?" he asks quietly.


John stares at him, his expression on his face unreadable and it makes Dean look away. His father sighs "Why would you do this son?" he asks, his voice full with emotion.


Still not looking at his father Dean sucks in a breath "I can't..." his voice trails off and john put a hand on his shoulder. "I need... he says looking at his dad, tears streaming down his face.


"Dean, I know you miss your brother, I miss him too" John cuts in. "Sammy has made his decision to leave for good, and no matter what he will always be your baby brother, and he will always be my son. But you have to let him go now, he's not meant to be in the supernatural world. He made his choice to be in the "normal" world. He might not need you protecting him right now, or anymore. Dean, I need you to fight with me, to fight the evil in this world, to help kill the demon that...I need you Dean" he says staring at his son.


Dean stares at his father, then nods "Yes sir" When his father nods back, Dean know's that's the last time they will ever have this conversation.


Standing up, John pats his son on the shoulder. "Get some rest, in the morning we're going to Arizona" he says then heads towards the door. Turning around to face his son he says "Dean..Sam is never to know about this, you hear me?"


"yes sir" Dean says before closing his eyes.

The next morning after the doctor had came in and checked on Sam, and after telling him that he was okay to leave today, Sam was a bit anxious. Anxious about finally getting to leave this place, even if he was only in here one night, and anxious about finding out who this blonde stalker of his was. So after changing into his own clothes and having Dean sign him out, they were so gone.


Dean stopped to get Sam some real food, which was McDonalds, and now their headed back to their motel room. On the way there, Dean slow's down without even noticing as they pass the park they had been at yesterday morning. Lost in his own thoughts as he glances out the side window at the restrooms, yellow police tape blocking off the entrance.


Sam's looking out his own window as they drive by, and he notices the car slowing down and his brother going quiet. Turning his head to look at Dean, he see's the pain/anger in his expression. "Dean?" he says quietly. Dean continues to stare, not hearing his baby brother. Sam sighs, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Dean" he says a little louder, which pulls his brother out of his trance. "huh, what?" he says frowning at Sam. "You alright man?" Sam asks. Dean clears his throat "yeah, fine" he says pressing down on the gas.










Back in the motel room, Dean has just gotten in the shower, and Sam is stretched out on his bed with the TV on, not really watching it. After taking his med's the doctor had prescribed him, he lays on his back with a heavy sigh. Closing his eyes, he tries to think back to the first time he saw that man. He's pretty sure it was at the bar the other night. He remember's the man having short blonde hair and brown eyes, he looked like someone, someone he met before, but he can't think of who. Why would this man be following him, what did he want from Sam, and why was he afraid of Dean? "Well, Dean can be pretty intimidating at times" Sam thinks to himself, a lopsided smile crossing his face. With a heavy sigh he opens his eyes staring at the ceiling.


Coming out of the bathroom fully dressed, Dean walks over to the chair where his leather jacket lays. "So I was thinking" he says putting it on. "We need to go to all the places we been too since we've been in this god forsaken town, and ask everyone we can if they seen this bastard. We have a somewhat decent description of the guy" he says looking over at Sam.


"Yeah that's what I was thinking too" Sam says sitting up. "But Dean, if this is just some normal person, then what are we going to do?" he asks. Throwing his duffle bag onto the bed, Dean rummages through it. Finding what he was looking for, he shoves the handgun in the back of his pants covering it with his jacket. "Dean!" Sam yells watching his brother. "We cant kill him, he's a human being" getting off the bed he goes over to stand in front of his brother.


"Sam..." Dean starts before he's cut off.


"No" Sam argues, already knowing what his brother's thinking. Putting his hands on Deans shoulders and looking into his eyes, he sighs. "Look, I'm fine. Why can't we figure out who this person is and turn him in, then we can get out of this town Dean, find a real gig."


The whole time Sam is talking Dean is shaking his head angrily, when Sam finishes he says "Like hell. Look Sammy, I am not going to let some son of a bitch almost kill you and get away with it."


Sam shakes his head. "Dean..." "No Sam, not this time, this time the human being dies" he says seriously. "Nothing or nobody messes with my little brother." Sam rolls his eyes.


Staring at Sam a few minutes, Dean pulls him into a tight hug, then pulls back quickly and apologizes when Sam winces at his ribs being crushed. Instead Dean kisses him long and hard, needing to feel his brother. Breaking the kiss he whispers in Sam's ear "I'm glad your alright, I don't know what I would do if you..." he trails off, looking Sam in the eye. Seeing the pain his eyes, Sam whispers back to him "But I didn't" Dean looks down, but nods and Sam kisses him again. At first it's slow, passionate, then its all about the want, the need, the need to be close, the need to taste each other, to feel each other, to breathe in each others scent.


Sam pulls away quickly, making Dean frown. "I'm tired Dean" he says.


"I know Sam, after I get this bastard we can finally leave this town" Dean says misreading his brother's words.


"No" he says walking over to the bed to sit on the edge. Following behind Sam, Dean kneels down on one knee in front of his baby brother. "What do you mean?" he asks.


Blinking he says "I'm really tired"


"Sam?" Dean says a little confused.


"What?...oh..nothing Dean, I think its just my med's" he says yawning.


Dean frowns. "Dude, your pain medicine shouldn't make you this tired"


"Hm?" Sam says crawling up the bed and turning to lay down. "take... nap...five minutes" he mumbles.


Dean gets up quickly going over to the nightstand where the bottle of medicine is sitting. Picking it up, he twists off the cap, dumping the pills into his palm. He frowns. The pills seem normal, but he cant tell if there the right ones or not. Tossing them onto the table he goes back to sit next to his brother who now has his eyes closed. "Sam?" "Sammy?" he says starting to panic. Sam doesn't respond. Checking for a pulse, Dean sighs. His pulse is normal, Sam's just sleeping. Hopefully that's all the pills will do.


"Well, guess asking around town will have to wait" he says to himself.


As Sam sleeps peacefully on the bed, Dean sits close by watching over him. He Thinks that whoever this guy is that is after Sam, must of somehow switched the med's, which means that he was at the hospital with them and that he's planning on trying to get to Sam, now that he's asleep. "Dammit!" he says quietly. Who is this guy, and why does he want to hurt Sam. Pulling out his cell phone from his jacket pocket, he dials his fathers number. Thinking that maybe he can point them in the right direction on how to handle this situation, if he even answers. Cursing when it only rings, he hangs up when the voicemail comes on.










"I'm going to enjoy this" he hears the man saying to himself. As Sam's laying there with his eyes closed, he hears the man start talking as if there is somebody else in the room with them. But Sam can't see or hear anyone else. "But father said to kill the boy!" the man says, "I know but... No, I was just about— Alright, fine!" he yells.


Sam awakens with a gasp. Sitting up, he moves a trembling hand to his temple feeling the beads of sweat running down his face. Blinking a few times, he looks around the room, his heart racing when he doesn't see his big brother. "Dean...Dean!" he says panicking.


His eyes widen and he jumps when the bathroom door flies open. "Sam?" Dean says seeing his pale brother, quickly he moves towards the bed. "Sam are you alright, what's wrong?" he asks looking around the room. Sam swallows, licking his dry lips "I...I woke up...you weren't here" he says breathing heavily. Dean puts a hand on Sam's forehead. "shit! your burning up. Sammy?" he says quietly. Sam moves his glassy eyes to meet Dean's. "I'm going to be right back, ok? I'm going to get something from the bathroom" he says getting up. Sam nods.


Going into the bathroom, Dean grabs two Asprin's and wets a cold washcloth. Bringing it back to Sam, he wipes the cold sweat from his brother's face and neck. Grabbing a water from his duffle, he hands it to Sam with the two pills. "Here, take these" Sam takes them without saying a word. Dean continues to slowly wash Sam's sweaty face after he leans back against the wall.


"How do you feel? you alright?" Dean asks after a few minutes.


Sam nods "better."


"Good, I thought maybe he gave you something else besides sleeping pills" He says sighing in relief.


Sam looks up confused "what, who?" he asks.


"The guy Sam, he was at the hospital the whole time, your pills were switched. I don't get it though" he says shaking his head.


"Get what Dean?"


"Sammy, you been asleep now for five hours" Sam raises his eyebrows. "Why give you the pills, if he didn't try anything, nobody came to the door, no phone calls, nothing" he says looking at his brother.


"I don't know" Sam says quietly.


Looking at Sam, he still looks a little pale and exhausted. "Look, why don't you go take a cold shower and then I can change the bandage on your head and ribs. Standing up, Dean gestures for Sam to take his hand.


"Dean" he looks down. "I...I remember something else" he says through a yawn.


Letting his hand drop to his side, Dean sits down on the bed. "What, what is it?"


Frowning Sam says "I remember the guy talking to somebody else, more like arguing. Sounded like he was arguing about killing me or not, saying that their father told him to."


"Fucken bastards" Dean says quietly. "I guess whoever he was talking to, told him not to kill me" the youngest Winchester says yawning again.


Dean stares at Sam. Standing up, he pace's back and fourth across the room thinking aloud. "Okay, so there's more than one guy, he almost killed you once already and he was at the hospital too, so that means that he's still after you. He switched your prescription with sleeping pills, but he didn't try anything while you were out. Maybe he's just screwing with you. Doesn't matter, I'm still going to kick his fucken ass" Turning around to face his brother, Sam is laying back down with his eyes closed. "Sam?"


Sam opens his eyes. "huh?"


"Dude you alright?"


Sam nods "just tired still" he says closing his eyes once more. "Dean?"


"yeah"


"The shower is going to have to wait, unless your going to stand there holding me under the water" he grins lazily. "I can really use some coffee"


Dean frowns "yeah okay, I haven't had my coffee today anyway's" he says heading towards the door, then he turns back around. "I don't think you should be here alone" he says.


"Dean..I'm fine, just tired"


"That's not what I'm talking about Sammy"


"Then what? you think he's going to break into the motel room. I don't think he can get through that door without making a lot of noise Dean, and I do have a gun" Sam says slurring.


Dean stands by the door, thinking about leaving Sam or not. Leaving for just a few minutes makes him a little bit worried. Sam would be a little helpless if somebody came in here, with him tired and all. Sam is right though, nobody can get into this room without making a lot of noise, people would hear. And Sam does have a gun.


Alright fine" he finally says. "I'll be back as fast as I can, try and stay awake and keep your gun close" Sam waves his hand. Dean looks at his brother once more before going out the door.

The rest of the day was hard on Sam. He was tired, and he had a killer headache. The police officers were back and asking questions about what had happened, and if he saw who did this to him. Dean tried to get them to leave and come back tomorrow, so that Sam could get some rest. The men said they needed the info now, while it was still fresh in Sam's mind. Sam had told them the last thing he remembered was washing his hands.


Dean was getting frustrated. He already hates authority figures, they ask the same damn questions over and over again. Especially now that their asking his confused little brother, he already told them everything he knows.


Laying back down on the bed, Sam closes his eyes and rubs his forehead.


"Alright gentleman time to go, I think you asked my brother enough questions today" Dean says escorting the cops out of the room.


The officers follow Dean. "Alright. If he thinks of anything else that can help, give us a call" the cop says glancing back at Sam.


"Sure thing Mr. officer sir" Dean mumbles, shaking his head and going back into the room.


"Are they gone?" Sam asks, his eyes still shut.


"yea" Dean says sitting down, he takes Sam's hand into his. "you alright?"


"Just a headache, no big deal" he says rubbing his temple.


Dean stares at Sam a moment "Be right back" he says getting up and going out into the hall. A few minutes later he returns with a nurse by his side. "Your brother tells me you are having some discomfort?" the older woman says.


Sam sits up frowning at Dean, then looks to the woman. "yea, headache"


"Here, take these" she says handing him some pills. "They will also help with your bruised ribs"


"Thanks" Sam says taking them from her, he grabs the paper cup next to his bed swallowing them down. After the nurse leaves Sam sighs laying back down.


Dean once again sits down in the chair next to his baby brother. He knows that this is really the first time they would have a chance to talk about what happened to Sam, without anyone else in the room. They need to figure out who did this, and why. Was it just some random act? No, nothing like this just happens to the Winchesters. Dean looks over at Sam, who's asleep now. He can wait to talk to his brother later, he needs rest.


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He walks towards the door and reaches for the handle, but before he gets the chance to open it he's hit in the head with something metal and falls to the cold floor. ''Sam Winchester I'm guessing'' the man says looking down at him. With his head throbbing, he slowly closes his eyes barely holding onto consciousness. ''I'm going to enjoy this'' he hears the man saying to himself. As Sam's laying there with his eyes closed, he hears the man start talking as if there is somebody else in the room with them. But Sam cant see or hear anyone else.


With a gasp Sam sits up in bed, immediately regretting it, feeling the pain in his ribs. Frantically, he searches the room for his brother. He finds him sitting comfortably in the bed next to his own, watching TV. "Dean" he says with a raspy voice.


"Nightmare?" Dean asks, seeing his pale and shaken brother.


Sam only nods. Looking to the window next to Dean's bed, he see's that its dark outside. He clears his throat. "What time is it?"


Dean looks at his watch. "Twelve-Thirty"


"Hey, at least I got some sleep" He says.


"Yea, until that bastard of a nightmare woke you up" Dean says. "What did you dream about?" he looks at his brother.


Sam stares at the television for a moment, then he turns to his brother and frowns. "Your watching Oprah?" he says.


Dean shrugs. "Only thing on"


Sam grins.


"Sam" Dean warns, knowing that his brother is avoiding the subject.


"What?" he says looking anywhere but at Dean.


"What was your dream about?" he asks again.


Looking down he sighs. "It was just something I remembered from this morning."


Dean raises an eyebrow.


"From my...accident" he says.


"yea" Dean pushes.


"I don't know. After the guy hit me, I heard him say something" he says looking a little scared.


"Sammy?" Dean says


"He knows me Dean, he knows my name, my last name. It wasn't a random act, he's after me, why is he after me Dean?" he says rambling.


Dean gets up from his bed and goes over to Sam's. He gestures for his brother to move over, and climbs into bed with him. " Its going to be alright"


"How do you know?" Sam asks sounding like a confused little boy.


"Because. Because I'm not going to let anything happen to you Sammy" He says. "Do you remember him saying anything else?"


Sam leans his head back against the wall sighing, he closes his eyes trying to think. "um..no...that's all I can remember right now. I mean, I know he said something else but... I can't make out the words."


"Okay, well I'm sure it will come back to you" Dean says turning off the TV. "We'll figure this out in the morning" Dean scoots down the bed, and lays on his back.


"Dean" Sam tries to protest.


"Sam I'm tired, I need to sleep. And you, well you look like shit, you need to sleep more" He closes his eyes, he opens them when he feels the bed cushion move down then up again. "What the hell are you doing?" he asks looking at Sam, who's trying to stand up.


"Bathroom" Sam says grunting as he holds his ribs and walks into the tiny room.


"Are you alright? need help?" Dean asks.


"No, I'm fine" Sam calls.


A couple minutes later Sam walks out of the bathroom. "Turn off the light" Dean says closing his eyes once more.


Sam slowly walks towards the door and flicks the light switch off, and with a loud click he locks the door.


Sitting down carefully on the bed next to his brother, he watches him sleep, he watches the way his chest rises and falls as he breaths. With a spark of lust in those big hazel eyes, he slowly runs a hand up his brothers thigh.


Dean doesn't move, but opens his eyes. "Sam what are you doing?" he asks.


"What?" Sam says innocently without moving his hand.


"Sam, your hurt. Were in a hospital room for fuck sakes" he says.


Sam ignores Dean, moving his hand up and under the thin material of his brothers T-shirts, warm skin against warm skin, slowly running his palm up his bare chest. Moving up and straddling Dean's waist, ignoring the pain in his ribs. He leans in close to his brothers face, a devilish grin forming on his lips.


"Sam" Dean warns.


"Shhhh" Sam whispers sliding his hand back down his brothers chest, and over those abs, down past his stomach, stopping on that bulge in his jeans. Dean moans quietly, Sam smiles, rubbing his hand back and fourth, pushing down hard and rubbing some more, back and fourth. Dean moans again, pulling his little brother down closer for a kiss, Sam grimaces as his sore ribs collide with Deans body. "Sorry" he whispers "Lay back" Carefully he helps Sam lay back down, so not to hurt his ribs some more. He then straddles Sam's thighs, leaning over him, both hands on either side on the bed. He kisses Sam hard, deep, both tongues meeting half way, licking, tips of their tongues moving up and down, side to side.


Dean breaks the kiss making his brother whimper at the loss, he takes off his jacket throwing it on the other bed, followed by both of his T-shirts. Moving off of Sam, he pats his side for him to lift his hips, so that Dean can pull up the hospital gown that he's wearing, pull down his boxers and get to his downstairs brain. Dean then removes his own jeans and boxers, he's back on top in an instant, dick against dick, warm flesh against warm flesh, Dean's hand in between them, squeezing, stroking, pumping.


Sam licks his lips, he moans, Dean moans back into his brothers mouth, both panting, and swearing. Sam's ignoring the pain in his ribs, as he moves with his brother, grinding. Dean's hand is wet and sticky with their warm pre cum as he strokes them both together, pulling, lightly running his finger along the tips. Sam whimpers. Dean moans. Both of them breathing heavily as they go over the edge, Deans swearing and Sam's whimpering as they cum, both squirting into Deans already slick hand, he strokes one, two, four more times.


Dean almost falls on the floor as he try's to lay next to Sam on the bed. Their laying there, panting, trying to catch their breath. Dean has his eyes closed. Sam is staring up at the white ceiling, he pulls the blanket up and over their naked hips. "ow" he says holding his now very sore ribs.


Dean looks over at him "hey, you started it" he says with a grin.


Sam chuckles. "ow" he whines again.


"Hey"


"What?"


"I just thought of something. Last night in the bar, you said there was a guy that kept staring at you" he says.


"Yeah, kind of gave me the creeps. why?" Sam asks frowning.


"What did he look like? do you remember?" he asks sitting up now.


"um....yeah, I think he had like short blonde hair" he says looking at his brother. "why?"


"huh" Dean says thinking to himself.


"Dean! you going to tell me what your thinking, or am I going to have to guess." he says getting a little frustrated.


"Sam" he says running his hand through his hair. "This morning, when you were in the shower. A guy knocked on our door, a blonde guy, with short hair" he says. "Was that the guy Sam? was that the guy that was in the bathroom with you?"


Sam shakes his head. "No. I mean...I never saw the guy Dean. I don't know, I guess it could of been"


"Son of bitch" Dean mumbles "I don't get it, why didn't he do anything this morning. He seemed a little nervous, like he was afraid, but then he attacks you in the bathroom a public place"


"You." Sam says.


Dean raises his eyebrows. "What?"


"Dean. At the bar he was staring at me, when you came he stopped. Then in the motel room, he was nervous cause it was you who answered the door. But then in the park, you weren't there in the bathroom with me, I was alone so he attacked"


"Okay, so what, he's afraid of me. why?" he asks looking at Sam.


"I don't know" Sam says.

Little white pills


Sam is laying on the queen sized motel bed with his eyes closed. He reaches his hand out to grab the brown bottle of pills, and knocks over the open water bottle, not even bothering to pick it up as it starts to soak into the carpet. Feeling around the table with his hands, he finds another water bottle and swallows the two white pills. He sighs and turns over on his side to go to sleep. Sam has been having these really bad migraines the last few weeks and hasn't been able to do much beside lay around, he hasn't even been able to sleep. He thinks its just from the stress that has suddenly went away after finally seeing his father back in Chicago. He had finally got to talk to him, but it wasn't long enough. There was so many things he wanted to ask and tell his father. Dean told him that the headaches will go away after a few days, but they just seem to get worse. They haven't really been on a gig since there father. Dean had just been stopping at every town they encounter. They have a lot of money saved, since Dean has been bored he goes out every night and plays poker or a game of pool. He comes back late at night, and Sam is laying in the same spot on the bed with his eyes closed but not sleeping. He tells Sam he needs to eat something, anything. Sam has noticed that he is a bit skinny, when his brother goes out he gets up and eats, just a little. His appetite isn't that big when his head is throbbing.


Sam lays there in the pitch black room with his eyes closed, face looking up. He tries to think of something, anything besides the killer headache he has. He thinks of times when he and dean was little. Times when they would just do normal kid things like play at the park. The slide. He always loved going on the tallest slides. Dean would be at the bottom of it, ready to catch him. Then he thought about Jessica, Jess and him had such good times together. They would stay in the apartment on weekends and eat junk food while watching movies all night.


Thinking of something else still didn't help the headache, so he would get up and walk very slowly into the bathroom he would keep the light off. He turns on the shower to cold, take off all his clothes except his boxers and just lay in the tub for hours. Dean knew he was in pain and let him stay in there. He would open the door a crack and peek inside just to make sure he was alright. That never helped much for his head either. He would get out of the ice bath and go back into the room, grab two more white pills and swallow them down with water. he always took them, even knowing they didn't work. He didn't even remember how many hours he'd wait between each dosage, just take them when he thought he needed them.


After they had went to another town they started up the gigs again. The headaches never left, but he was starting to ignore them anyway he knew that he had to be ready to watch his brothers back on a hunt. He would pop two white pills into his mouth swallow them down and be ready to go.Then after they had gotten back he would take to more and go out as usual. They would go out to eat at the diners, and then they would sometimes go to the town library's and do research on whatever it was that they were trying to destroy.


Sam had stopped complaining about the headaches, but they were still there, barely. He kept the bottle of little white pills in his jacket pocket, just in case he needed them, he always did. His routine was always the same. Wake up take two pills, then go on with the day. But then it changed, very slowly, but it did change. He would start taking them more and more. He didn't even notice that the pain had went away, he just always took them, like a precaution. Just in case it did come back. Dean had never noticed, well he did but Sam would tell him that it was his head. Dean would frown, but wouldn't say anything.


Until one day he did, and Sam was shocked to hear his big brother, his protector, say that he was an addict. He told Sam that he needed to stop taking the pills Sam would just say that he was in pain and he needed them. Dean tried hiding them at first, but Sam would trash the whole room, and the inside of the car. He would break down and cry like a little boy, tell dean that as long as he is taking them he will be fine, he will be able to help on hunts and watch his back. Dean didn't believe him and he told him. Sam would tell him that if he loved him then he wouldn't hide them anymore, that he shouldn't throw them away. Dean didn't understand what he had did wrong. He had always took good care of Sam, so he thought. But now Sam was an addict, a junkie. Sam would cry and hit dean trying to get the pills from him. Dean just let Sam cry, let Sam have a fit. Sam was going to get over this, even if he had to suffer a little.


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One day when Dean had left the motel room for just fifteen minutes, he went to get Sam some food. When he came back Sam was laying on the bed, looked to be asleep. Dean had set the bags of food down on the table and went to his brothers side. Sam was on his stomach, head to the side. His face as pale as a ghost, face sweaty his lips dry and had a gray color to them. There was throw up on the floor under him, and next to it a small brown bottle. Empty bottle. Sam had overdosed.


"Holy shit" Dean gasped. "Sammy? Sammy?" He went to his knees grabbing his brothers face in his hands. "Sam wake up, wake up buddy" he cries.


Sam just lays there, not stirring, his breathing very slow. Dean feels for a pulse, it's barely there. Grabbing his cell phone from his pocket he dials 911 cursing before the operator comes on. "Hello?...yes my brother overdosed...on what?...um...Vicodin..uh huh yea....um the Circle Inn...room 7" then he hangs up. "Come on Sammy don't do this to me" he says.


Dean already has the motel room door open when the ambulance arrives five minutes later. He leads them to his brother then moves out of their way. "How long has he been like this?" the man asks.


"Um I don't know..I found him like this" Dean says.


"Do you know what he took?"


"uh vicodin" Dean says looking at the bottle in his hand.


"okay, do you know how much he has taken?" the other man asks.


"um I don't know, the bottle is empty" he says holding it up.


The two paramedics look at one another for a moment, then go back to helping Sam. One man goes out and brings in a stretcher, and then the two men pick Sam's limp body up and set him on it strapping him down. They wheel him outside, where there are other motel guests standing around the ambulance seeing what all the commotion is. Dean rides in the back with Sam as they drive to the hospital.


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Sam had been changed into one of those blue hospital gowns. He had his stomach pumped and is now laying in a room with a few wires coming out of him. Dean is sitting in the chair next to him sleeping.


Sam's standing in a room. He doesn't look pale or sweaty or sick. He has his jeans on and a shirt with his brown jacket over it. He looks up, down and around the room. Its small, dark, and cold. He just stands there, in the middle of the room. The walls all of a sudden turn to fire, the fire is all around him, but its stays there, doesn't move as if its trapped. He doesn't feel the heat, but he feels scared, alone. Looking ahead of him he see's a woman, she's walking towards him, at first she's on fire, but then the fire is gone. She's standing there in her white nightgown. She looks sad, but then she starts to smile. He smiles back at her. Walking closer to him she doesn't say anything, just keeps smiling. She puts her hand on his forehead and he closes his eyes. He hears was she's saying without her actually saying it aloud.


Sam opens his eyes. He frowns, his arm feels heavy so he looks down to see Dean asleep using it as a pillow. He looks around the room wondering where he is. He starts to coughing.


"Sammy?" Dean says after jumping awake. Sam's coughing, almost gagging. Dean gets up and goes into the tiny bathroom and comes out with a small paper cup full of water. He hands it to his brother and Sam drinks all of it. "thanks" Sam croaks.


Dean nods and sits down. "How are you feeling?" he asks.


"fine" Sam says quietly.


"Good" He says. "Sam if you ever do that again, I will fucking kill you" He says it low, but full of anger.


Sam doesn't say anything, Just continues to stare at his feet. The two brothers sit in silence for a while before Sam speaks up. "I'm sorry" he whispers.


Dean looks at him.


"I don't know what I was thinking. I should have been more responsible, I...I just didn't know what to do" he says looking down.


Dean sighs. "you should have came to me Sam"


"I know Dean..I just...I don't know. I'm sorry" he says, tears streaming down his face.


Dean just stares at him, letting him cry. Sam should be sad, he should be sorry.


Sam looks over at Dean now, his eyes puffy and even more tears streaming down his face.


"Sammy" Dean says pulling his baby brother into a hug.


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Sam and Dean are driving down the highway. Dean is behind the wheel lip singing to Matallica. Sam is in the passenger seat leaning against the window staring at the cloudless sky. Sam never told Dean about his dream or vision or whatever it was that had happened right before he woke up in the hospital. What his mother had told him and showed him, was unreal. He knew that it would never turn out the way he saw it. Not now that he's straight, and not now that he's back with his brother, I mean really back. And that's what had changed his whole perspective on the thing. He saw how his life would of been if he was a junkie. How he would have been alone, without his big brother there to protect him. He would of been out living on the streets, dying on the streets. He would of eventually been found by the demon that killed his mother and his Jessica. He would have basically went to the dark side, is how he would explain it.


And Dean, well he would of been lost without his baby brother, alone, afraid, nothing to live for. Without his Sammy. Dean would eventually find his Sammy again, but not the Sammy he knew. Sam would be a different person, not even a person, something more. Powerful, evil. And Dean would have to kill the Sammy he once knew and loved, and after that he would have tried to take his own life. Sam would never tell Dean.


Looking over to where his brother is, Dean is singing a lot louder now. Sam just watches him. Dean looks over at him, and they both smile.

With his eyes closed, Dean is suddenly pulled awake by a loud noise. He glances at his watch. "why didn't you wake me up dude?" Sitting under the large tree, he glances around the park to see a police car and an ambulance parked close to the restrooms. "what the?" Blinking, he looks around him. No Sam.


Eyes wide, Dean jumps to his feet looking towards the bathrooms. "Sammy" he gasps. Running and pushing through a crowd of people, a police officer grabs him before he makes it inside.


"You need to stay back" he says.


"I think that's my brother in there, what's going on?" Dean says trying to pull away.


"I don't know" the officer says.


"What? what do you mean you don't know? where's my brother!" Dean says still trying to get loose. Before the officer could answer, Dean's yelling. "Sam!" "Sammy!"


"Calm down son" the man says.


Almost pushing the cop down, Dean runs into the bathroom. Stopping inside, he see's a small pool of blood on the tile floor that trails off into one of the stalls. Standing by the stall door is a another policeman.


"Hey, what are you doing in here?" the man asks Dean.


Ignoring the man he walks into the stall where there are two paramedics kneeled down, tending to his unconscious brother. "Sammy?" he gasps in shock seeing his brother for the first time. Sam is laying curled up next to the toilet, with dried blood on the side of his head and neck. Pushing one of the paramedics so he can get to his brother, he sits on the floor pulling Sam into a protective hug. The paramedics let him through, then look to the cop.


"He's my little brother" Dean says almost in tears, looking up at the three men.


Seeing that Deans clearly upset, the paramedic nods. "Let us help him"


Swallowing the lump in his throat, he looks down at his baby brother. "What happened?" Dean whispers.


"We don't know exactly. Somebody found him tied to the back of the toilet and called the police. I untied him right away, he was moaning a few minutes ago, but never woke up" the cop says.


"Look we can help. I'm sure your brother has a concussion, he needs a hospital" one of the medics says. Knowing that Deans really upset he waits for his approval before helping Sam.


Dean nods.


"Get that stretcher in here!" the guy yells out the door. A third medic comes in pushing the stretcher in front of the bathroom stall. "okay" the medic says. "Lets get him up!"


Moaning as his body is moved from the floor, Dean put's a hand on his brothers shoulder "Its okay Sammy" he whispers.


He follows close behind as the four men wheel Sam into the ambulance. Jumping into the seat next to his brother, Dean waits for them to head to the hospital. Thankful that the drive isn't that far away.



"Like I said, I must of fallen asleep. I didn't see anyone." Dean says to the two police officers taking his statement."If I did, the bastard who did this would be dead right now" He's thinking.


"Alright thanks for your help, we'll be back later to talk to your brother" the officers say before leaving.


Dean's been sitting in the waiting room for about an hour now, cursing every time a doctor walks past him. "Fuck! I shouldn't have fallen asleep" Dean says to himself.


Seeing the doctor coming his way, Dean jumps from his chair and quickly walks over to him. "How's my brother?" he asks anxiously.


"Your brother was hit in the head pretty hard, he has a mild concussion. As long as he gets enough rest, he should be fine. Also he has a few bruised ribs, all we can do is keep them wrapped" the doctor says.


"Can I see him?" Dean asks.


"Sure. He's not awake yet, but he should be in a couple hours. His room is all the way down the hall and to the left" the man says pointing.


"Thanks Doc" he says.


Dean's crushed when he walks into the small room, seeing his baby brother laying helpless like that. His eyes are closed, his face is pale and he has small bandage on the side of his head. Pulling up a chair next to his brother, Dean sits down covering one hand over Sam's.


"Wake up Sam" he says quietly. "You have to wake up so that you can tell me who did this to you." Closing his eyes, Dean lays his head down next to his brother's.


Two hours later Dean is leaning forwards in his chair flipping through the channels. When Sam starts to mumble and stir, he quickly turns off the TV and moves closer to his brother. "Sam?" Sam's eyelids flutter as he tries to open them. "Come on Sammy" Dean urges.


Moaning slightly Sam opens his eyes, blinking as he tries to focus on the world around him. "D..Dean?" he whispers, then clears his throat. "What happened?"


Sitting up too fast, Sam grabs his ribs. Blinking, as little black dots appear in front of his face when he's hit with a wave of nausea.


"Take it easy Kido" Dean says grabbing his arm.


"ow..my head hurts....and my ribs" Sam says.


"No shit" Dean says "Damn its good to see you awake" he smiles, kissing Sam's forehead.


Leaning back in the chair, Sam notices the concern on his big brothers face. "what happened Dean?" he asks again.


"I don't know Sammy" he says shaking his head. "why don't you tell me"


Sam frowns. "what do you mean?"


"You have a concussion and some bruised ribs Sam. Somebody hit you in the head when you were taking a piss." he says. "Please tell me you saw who or what did this to you?"


Sam closes his eyes thinking. "No. I..uh..I don't remember much"


"Dammit!" Dean says angrily, making Sam flinch.


"I'm sorry Dean" Sam says looking away.


Looking up at Sam, he see's the confused and hurt in his eyes. "It's not your fault Sam, its mine."


"Why? I was the one that let it sneak up on me like that." Sam says.


"I fell asleep in the park Sam. If I was only awake I could have seen the person who got to you, I should have been there, I should of gotten to you sooner" he says looking down.


"Look at me Dean." He says lifting his brothers head so that he could see Sam's face. "It wasn't your fault, shit like this happens. There was nothing you could have done"


Dean nods.

Ch.2

Around 7:00 in the morning Dean is fast asleep on his stomach with his face buried in a pillow. One hand is hanging off the side of the bed and the other is hugging his brothers waist. Sam is wide awake like always, staring up at the cracked ceiling above him. He turns his head to look at the clock on the little nightstand next to him, squinting his eyes as the sunlight sneaks in through the tan curtains. Moving Deans hand, he slowly gets out of bed as to not wake his sleeping brother. Dean mumbles turning over onto his side, bare ass showing. Sam chuckles walking into the bathroom. About three minutes later Dean's pulled out of sleep when he hears knocking at the door, automatically he reaches for his knife.


''Yeah? who is it?'' he growls sitting up in bed.


No answer, just knocking.


He gets out of bed and pulls on a pair of boxers before going to the door. Hiding the knife behind his back he opens it.


''Can I help you?'' he asks.


The blonde man standing there just looks at him.


"Hey! You need something?''


''Sorry" the man says nervously. " wrong room'' He then turns and walks away.


''Okay'' Dean frowns watching the man walking for a few minutes.


'' Who was it?'' Sam asks as Dean shuts the door.


"Just some dude" Dean puts his knife back under the pillow, has a seat on the edge of the bed rubbing the sleep from his eyes.


"Well, what did he want?" Sam says walking to the window, looking out.


"Nothing. Wrong room" Dean answers. ''How'd you sleep?'' he groggily asks.


'' Fine'' Sam lies.


He knows Sam's lying, but doesn't say anything. ''Let me get dressed and we can go get some breakfast'' he says before going into the bathroom.


Sam sits down on the bed and takes out his cell phone while waiting. Scrolling down to voicemail, he listens to the one saved message he has. He's had it saved for months now, the one he listens to everyday when Dean's not around. Sam sighs heavily turning off his phone.


''You alright?'' Dean says a few minutes later when he comes out of the bathroom. Seeing Sam staring out the window, he walks over behind him wrapping his arms around Sam's upper body in a hug.


''Fine, lets go'' Sam says getting up and walking out the door. Dean frowns but follows behind him.


About an hour and a half later Dean and Sam come out of Big Bob's Diner. Now walking in the park, Sam walks over to a big tree and sits down under it in the shade. Leaning his back against it, Sam closes his eyes. Dean stands there looking at his brother for a moment before sitting down next to him. Sam's hair falls into his eyes from the small breeze outside, and Dean reaches up to push them aside. Sam smiles.


"So, what do you want to do?" Deans asks.


"um..I don't know, hang out, rest. What do you want to do?" Sam says opening his eyes.


Dean grins. "Besides that Dean!" Sam says rolling his eyes.


"oh come on Sammy" Dean says leaning in close to him for a kiss.


"Its Sam. And were in a public place, we cant be doing that here Dean" Sam whispers in Deans ear.


Dean looks at him then looks around the park. There's a few people out and about, but not much because it's the middle of the week. People are working and kids are at school. There's a man with his back towards them on a bench just a few feet away. He has his head down, looks like he's reading a book or something. Across the park there's a couple people waking their dogs.


"Nobody's paying attention" Deans whispers back, grabbing his brothers crotch.


"Dean no" Sam pushes his hand away.


Dean stops. "So you'll hold my hand in public, but not give me a little kiss" he says.


"That's different. It was late, nobody was around." Sam argues.


"Well nobody's around now Sam, same thing" Dean says.


"Look, I'm going to go argue about this Dean. I'll be right back I need to go to the bathroom" Sam says getting up and walking towards the restrooms across the park.


"fine. I'm not going anywhere" Dean yells to Sam. He takes off his jacket squishing it into a ball, using it as a pillow.


Sitting on a bench, the man slowly looks up to see the youngest Winchester walk into the parks restrooms. He stands up and turns, casually stretching his arms and legs. His eyes dart to where the oldest Winchester is laying, under a tree with his eyes closed. The man smiles then heads towards the bathroom.



Washing his hands, Sam hears the door open and close. Looking in the mirror behind him he doesn't see anybody, only his own reflection. Sighing he walks towards the door and reaches for the handle, but before he gets the chance to open it he gets hit in the head with something metal and falls to the cold floor. ''Sam Winchester I'm guessing'' the man says looking down at him.


Laying on the ground, Sam has a big gash on the side of his head. He winces as he touches the cut and feels the blood pouring freely down his neck. Moaning he try's to look up and see who or what had hit him, but with his vision blurry he cant make out the form in front of him. His head throbbing, he slowly closes his eyes barely holding onto consciousness. ''I'm going to enjoy this'' he hears the man saying to himself. As Sam's laying there with his eyes closed, he hears the man start talking as if there is somebody else in the room with them. But Sam cant see or hear anyone else.


"But father said to kill the boy!" ''I know but..no I was just about....Alright, fine!" the man yells.


He walks over to the barely conscious Sam, kicking him in the ribs a few times until he moans again. He then drags Sam's limp body into one of the bathroom stalls and ties his wrists up to the back of the toilet. Before leaving he takes something from his jacket.

Familiar Stranger Chapter 1


In the back of Scarlet's Bar is a round table with a small but thick journal lying open, next to it are three beer bottles and an open laptop. With his eyes glued to the screen Sam Winchester is scanning through the local news articles to see if he can find a new gig for this week. Its been about 30 minutes since he has been searching the Internet and nothing supernatural has caught his eye. With a heavy sigh Sam closes his laptop and takes a sip of his beer. As he scans the room around him, he notices a guy staring at him from the bar. Sam frowns, "do I know him?" he's thinking.The man looks to be in his thirty's, he has short blonde hair and brown eyes. He looks like he could be a couple inches shorter than Sam, but his body is bigger with more muscles. He swears he's seen him before. Then again, they are in a small town and they been here for two days now, he could have seen him around. For a moment their eyes lock before Sam looks away and takes another sip of his drink. "He looks so familiar though" Sam says to himself. Sam slowly turns his head again to see the man still looking at him.

A few feet away from where Sam is sitting his older brother Dean walks out of the bathroom. He passes by a table surrounded by women, they smile and wave at him. "Hello ladies" Dean says smiling back at them. He walks past the women till he ends up at a table where he sticks his hand in a small basket and pulls out a dart, he throws the dart and it lands in the middle of the bulls eye. "Yes" He walks over to the board hanging on the wall and yanks out the dart then walks back over and throws it again.

A couple minutes later Dean tosses the dart back into the basket and walks towards the table his little brother is sitting at. Dean doesn't notice Sam staring at the bar. He picks up one of the beers next to the laptop and downs it. Sitting down across from Sam he drags their fathers journal over to him and flips through the pages, then he closes it with a sigh."Find anything geek boy?" he asks Sam who is still staring. "Sam?" "Sam!" No answer. "Hey bitch" still no answer. Dean leans over the table, to get Sam's attention.

Sam is pulled from his gaze as Dean's hand is waving in front of his face, apparently trying to get his attention.

"Hey! you listening to me? Did you find us a gig yet or what?"

"what?, oh..um..no, nothing." Sam says his eyes still locked on the man's at the bar.

Dean notices Sam's still not paying attention so he walks over and stands in front of his vision. "What the hells wrong with you?"

"I..uh.....nothing, I thought I recognized him"

"Who?" Dean looks around behind him.

"That man sitting at the bar over there. He was staring at me."

The man at the bar is no longer looking at Sam, but has his back towards them talking to the bartender.

Dean frowns at Sam "whatever dude, lets go"

After paying and getting their things, Sam follows his brother out of the bar. "Damn its cold" Sam says tightening his jacket around him.

"Hell yea it is"

"We can stop somewhere for food if your hungry" Sam says, now holding deans hand.

Dean glances around the streets. "no I'm fine, had some m&m's earlier" he says. "you?"

Sam chuckles to himself when he sees Dean looking around making sure nobody see's them holding hands. "not hungry either"

"So, did you win enough money to keep us straight for awhile?" Sam asks. "We can leave in the morning if you did"

"No, we could still use a couple hundred bucks. "We need to stay a couple more nights."

"Alright, at least our motel is decent" Sam says.

"Yep"

Its about 11:00 PM so the brothers decide to head back to their motel room. They left the Impala in the parking lot of the motel since this is a very small town, and everything is basically on one big block. Two days ago they were driving through Hayden, New Mexico and Dean had said that they were getting low on cash so they needed to stop for a while. Sam didn't complain, they needed to find a new gig anyway's. He figured when dean is out hustling pool he can do some research.

Back in the motel room Sam's sitting up on his elbows watching the news on the dusty motel television. He looks up when Dean walks out of the steaming bathroom dripping wet, with nothing but a white towel around his hips. He watches him as he walks over to his duffle bag laying on the ground and kneels down to rummage through it. When Dean stands up and turns around, he almost smacks his head against Sam. They stand there for a minute staring before Sam slowly runs his finger down his brothers bare chest, Dean shivers closing his eyes as Sam moves in for a kiss. The kiss starts out slow and passionate before Sam's tongue is welcomed into dean's mouth. Dean smells like soap and tastes of warm peppermint. Sam breaks the kiss as Dean strips off his tan jacket and two T-shirts. Sam smiles at Dean, and Dean smiles back then plants a small kiss on Sam's luscious lips. "Your lips are perfect" he whispers to Sam. Sam smiles again. Dean slides his tongue down Sam's neck and slowly begins kissing down his naked chest all the way down to his belly button. He moans when Dean comes back up to lick one of his nipples while squeezing the other. Dean chuckles. Moving his hands down to his brothers belt buckle he grunts when he cant get it undone. Sam reaches down and unbuttons it for him, then Dean's hands are back undoing the rest. Sam steps out of his ripped jeans and boxers, whimpering as his erection hits the cool air. Falling to his knees he strips off the towel hugging his brothers waist. Dean whimpers as his own throbbing erection hits the cold air, sliding into his brothers mouth. He looks down as he feels the vibration of Sam chuckling with his mouth fool. Sam's hazel eyes looks up into the same pair of hazel eyes as he starts sliding Dean's hard cock in an out of his mouth. Dean moans, reaching out to pull on his brothers greasy, brown hair. Sam's hands are on Dean's ass now digging hard enough to leave bruises. Dean doesn't mind at the moment because he is pulling out clumps of his little brothers hair equally hard. "Fuck!" Dean pants biting his bottom lip. Looking up at him, Sam smiles at the response he's getting out of his brother. He starts to quicken his pace now and Dean can only pull on his hair harder as he try's not to choke the boy when he thrusts into his mouth. His moaning is loud, almost a yell as he cum's into Sam's hot mouth. Sam swallows every drip until there is nothing left, he looks up to Deans strained face and grins with his swollen wet lips. Dean slumps down to his knees in front of Sam and lays his head on his brothers sweaty chest, as they both try to catch there breath.

When both of their breathing is almost back to normal Dean takes his little brothers hand and leads him towards one of the beds. Sam lays down on his back, Dean straddling his waist. The oldest brother leans over towards the small nightstand and opens the drawer, grinning as he reveals a condom. He tears open the orange wrapping, then slips the condom on himself. Sam leans forward to kiss his brother before Dean whispers for him to turn over on his stomach. He grips the dirty motel sheets when Dean slowly pushes into him with a moan escaping his lips. Sam whimpers squeezing his eyes shut when his brother slowly moves in and out of him. "Jesus fuck Sammy" Dean breathes when Sam thrusts back into him. Both brothers are thrusting to the same rhythm now, both panting, swearing, sweating. Sam moves up to his hands and knees, Dean doesn't stop fucking him. Sam's on the verge of cumming, he reaches for his aching cock only to have his hand slapped away. "Mine" Dean whispers into his baby brothers ear. Sam moans letting Dean stroke him to the same rhythm as he is thrusting. They both cum at the same time, Dean into Sam, Sam into Dean's hand. Both wincing as Dean pulls out of Sam, they both collapse onto the bed breathing heavily.

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