"Dean! Dean! Wake up! Hey, you're safe. Dean, you're safe." Sam yelled grabbing his brother by the shoulders and tried to shake him wake from his mind.

"W-what!?" Dean shot up from the bed pulling a knife from under his pillow into fighting stance. Sam froze and moved carefully to the uneasy dean standing in the room.

"Dean, you ok?" Sam asked starting to move closer to dean, steady and calmly.

"I- where am I?" Dean asked disoriented

"You're safe, you're at a motel." Same answered still in his calm stance.

Dean realized what was happening and sat back into a chair. With a big sigh, dean loosened the gripe on his knife and losing the panicked face.

"Dude, what happened?" Sam asked worriedly walking over to stand next to Dean. When Dean didn't answer Sam spoke up again, "It's getting worse, isn't it?"

"No, it's-" Dean trailed off.

"Talk to me Dean, please." Sam pleaded.

"No, there's nothing to talk about. I'm fine." Dean said grabbing a bottle of whiskey and gulped it down. Sam looked at him with his puppy dog eyes and a worried painful look written across his face.

"Don't lie to me Dean," Sam started, "You think I don't notice? I'm with you 24/7. The nightmares, the drinking, I can see right through you Dean."

"Shut up." Dean snapped.

"You remember Hell, don't you?" Same asked.

"I said shut up Sam!" Dean barked.

"Come on man, talk to me! You don't have to do this alone."

"SHUT UP SAM!" Dean threw the empty whiskey bottle up against the wall. Sam stopped pushing. He wasn't going to get through to Dean. The most he was going to get was a bloody lip and one pissed off brother. So, he backed off. Dean headed for the door after realizing what just happened and what he did. Sam didn't go after him. He stood there alone with a broken glass bottle at the other end of the room and soon heard the sound of the Impala pulling out of the parking lot.

Dean showed up at a bar and sat down. The next thing Dean knew was that this man with a mustache and black leather jacket was standing over him. The man was well built and a lot bigger than Dean was. Noticing the man, Dean said still looking down at his drink, "You got a problem their buddy?"

"Move." The Man snapped.

"No," Dean answered nice a easy.

"That's my seat." The man snarled.

"I don't see your name on it." Dean snapped back.

The man lunged at Dean pushing Dean off the stool he was sitting on. His shoulder broke his fall. Grunting, Dean got up meeting the man on his feet. He stared at him for a long moment. Then Dean suddenly shot is fist up hitting the man in the Jaw. Knocking him to the ground. There were suddenly 4 guys on top of Dean. He fell to the floor. Pain shot through his ribs, head, neck, and back. All 4 guys huddled around him taking turns beating him. He started to lose track of which way was up. He needed to get off the ground. But every time he tried he got pushed back down.

After about an hour or more of being beaten, they finally stopped, leaving bloody, unconscious Dean on the bar floor. Two of the men dragged Dean's body out in an ally way. It had been about 5 hours until Dean woke up next to a dumpster. Dean's head throbbed and he could hardly walk straight.

Somehow managing to make it back to the motel, Dean stumbled out of the car and limped over to the room him and Sam were staying at. He hit the door leaning against the door frame. Few moments later Sam opened the door seeing half beaten, half-drunk Dean leaning against the door frame weakly.

"Dean?" Sam said surprised and worried.

"Hey Sammy." Dean answered and fell into Sam's arms.

Sam carried him to the bed and started to check for Dean's injuries. Possible concussion, few broken ribs, dislocated shoulder and lots of blood lose. Sam thought to himself as he looked over dean. Sam started to take Dean's jacket off. Dean started to wince in pain and discomfort, eyes still closed. Once Sam managed to get Dean's jacket off that's when he noticed dark spots on Dean dark green shirt. It was then that Sam realized that Dean had been stabbed at least 4 times. He was also cut several times on his face and neck. As well as on his chest and back.

Sam quickly rushed over to the bathroom grabbing the first aid kit. Sam cut Dean's shirt off instead of tried to take it off himself not wanting to cause Dean any more discomfort. Sam started to stitch Dean's wounds and covered them with bandages. Hours had past and the sun light was starting to seep through the closed window curtains.

Dean would move from time to time but never woke up. "Almost done." Sam reassured Dean several times even though Dean was still unconscious. Once Sam was done he was covered in Dean's blood. The bed was much worst though. The white sheets that used to lay on the bed was now drenched in Dean's blood. Sam went into the bathroom and cleaned up wait for Dean to wake up and explain what happened to him.