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A.N: This is sorta a sequel my last fanfic: From Laughter to Desperation and their spin-offs: Prayer of Desperation and Prayer of Concern. I finished writing this a 1:00 last night. Normally I'm not up, but I got on such a role I had to keep going. I have finished the entire story, but whether I upload it all at the same time is another issue.

Summary: Tag to 5x14- My Bloody Valentine. How was he going to fix Sam when he couldn't even fix himself? Sequel to fanfic: From Laughter to Desperation. Major DepressiveDean, AngstLimp Sam, SupportativeCastiel N Bobby

Chapter 1: And then… Where do we go from here?

It has been six days since Famine's attack. Bobby had long since returned. He got back mid-afternoon the 2nd day. There had been some strain and tension in the household. Castiel had not left the brothers for anything opting to hang around. Sam had finished detoxing on the fourth day. His voice was hoarse from screaming, so all he managed was a whisper when necessary. Dean had his mask up higher and tighter than ever before and Castiel was concerned as was Bobby. Even Sam in his weaken state sensed the change in his brother and was concerned. Sam had tried to talk to Dean as best he could in his situation but Dean had avoided conversation as well as Sam's beseeching eyes.

Bobby and Castiel had watched Sam revert within himself as what always happened when Dean closed himself off from the world. Bobby could see this being like when their father died, perhaps worse in some ways…..and he was determined to stop it. The brothers had told Bobby what went down with the Famine but the older hunter knew that there was more the story that someone was not telling him. He may be handicapped but not blind.

Castiel, on the other hand, had not left since six days ago. He hung around the house observing and lending a hand when he could, which wasn't much. He was merely moral support. The rogue angel observed Dean knowing exactly what was bothering him but not knowing how to approach it with Dean. He debated telling Bobby knowing the older hunter would be able to help him, yet not wanting to betray Dean's confidence. On the other hand, as far as Dean suspected, he did not know that Castiel knew. He may have been affected by hunger but that didn't mean his hearing was affected as well. He heard what Famine had said to Dean and wanted him to know that it was a lie.

Sam had stopped pressing Dean since a few days ago and quietly withdrew into himself. As usual his brain was beginning to get the best of him and silently he began to blame himself for Dean's avoidance of him. He was beginning to think he was foolish to hope that his brother wouldn't be angry with him for what he did. Dean had said he wasn't angry and Sam believed him.

Or was it that he allowed himself to believe what he wanted to hear?

He was convinced that he longer his brother thought about what had happened, the angrier he probably got. But Sam knew that Dean felt obligated to help him get back on his feet, but he dreaded the day he was. Would his brother toss him aside again? It was no less than he deserved. All these thoughts passed through Sam's head bringing his mood down considerably to the brooding stage. Sam was haunted by the future. He knew if he was to hold out against Lucifer he needed his brother and friends supporting him. He knew that if they had to take sides, they would choose Dean.

And Sam expected no less.

All the while, Dean himself had clammed up tighter than a clam itself. After his prayer to a God, wasn't sure existed, he returned to keep visel over his brother. He noticed Castiel's quiet worry over him and was thankful that wisely the angel kept his mouth shut. Though his piercing blue glaze wasn't any better. Dean loathed their last hunt with the Famine. He loathed what the Famine forced Sam into ; he loathed when it forced himself into.

He hated; he raged.

Anger filled his being. He was trying hard to control it but one false step and he would explode. He already tittered on the edge. Sam tried to talk to him but Dean couldn't let him get too close. He saw that Sam was going into brooding mood but was not in his right frame of mind to pull him out or plain stop it. For once he was secretly counting on Bobby and Castiel to keep Sam emotionally grounded. It was wrong, he knew, but how could he care for Sam when he couldn't care for himself.

Sam didn't deserve a living dead brother; a brother equivalent to a zombie. Sam deserved more than that. Much more.

And Dean didn't know how to give him that.

TBC....