Disclaimer: The Winchesters don't belong to me, but oh how I wish they did.

Author Note: It's my first fanfic, please be gentle, but truthful. Thank you!

"Dean? Dean?! Where are you? Come on, answer me man? Dean?!" Sam searched frantically, calling out for his older brother. "Dean? De—!"

His attention was caught by a pair of black shoes sticking out from under a mountain of fallen rocks, down a steep hill. If the full moon wasn't out, he was pretty sure would've been able to see them. He ran, half stumbled, down the hill in order to get a closer look.

"Oh God, Dean!" He'd recognized the shoes, the dark blue jeans that seemed to be attached to the shoes, and the gray shirt that now was spotted with some red stuff from what he could tell.

"Dean?" He half whispered as he knelt down removing the dirt, rocks, and few boulders.

He could've sworn his heart stopped at that moment as he looked at his brother's pale dirty face.

"De… D-Dean. I'm s-sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, please wake up. I…You gotta wake up. You'll be okay." Swallowing the threat to vomit right then and there, as he looked over Dean, having removed the last of the boulders off him, a few tears slid down his face.

Looking at Dean, Sam could see there was blood everywhere. Shakily, he squatted beside him and reached for a pulse. It scared the crap out of him when Dean opened his eyes quickly and took a gasping breath, as if he'd been holding his breath and had to finally release it.

"Dean? Can you hear me?" Same asked quietly.

"S-S-Stay….a-away. S-S-Sammy? G-gotta…f-find…brother…" A gurgling sound was all Sam heard after those few words.

Dean's body started to shake as he fought to gain a true breath of air, not the blood he was taking in. His eyes, unfocused and hazy, seemed to search the sky before rolling into the back of his head.

"Dean?! Dean?!" Sam yelled.

---------------------------Two Days Before-----------------------------

"Man, another job finally done." Dean Winchester said.

His eyes to the road ahead, he sighed as he saw a sign stating that they still had 120 miles to go before they could get somewhere to grab another cup of coffee. Man he desperately needed one. He was so tired and his body ached in places he didn't know they could ache in, but he wasn't about to let on.

"Yeah, guess we could use some down time." Sam Winchester commented.

Sam yawned and sighed, rubbing his eyes. Dean yawned after him and Sam turned to look at him.

"Hey, why don't you pull over and let me drive for a while?"

"Nah, I'm good." Dean replied. "Besides, you're the one that's yawning."

"So were you. Just pull over for a couple of hours. What's the harm?"

"Dude, I'm not….whoa!" Dean swerved the car off the road, to the right.

"Dean! Look out!" Sam's eyes were glued to the windshield.

Dean braked as he turned the wheel left, avoiding a head on collision with a rather large, dead tree.

"You alright?" He asked Sam when the car came to a complete stop.

"Yeah, you?" Sam slowly felt his heart rate returning to normal as they sat there for a few minutes.

"I'm fine." Dean stated as he got out the car to survey what had just happened clearly.

Sam got out as well, looking for what he thought he saw jump out in front of them.

"What the heck was that?" Sam asked.

"I don't know." Dean replied, half listening.

His eyes were on the road and woods around the car. A slightly rustling came from the right. Dean quickly got back in the car and reached in the glove compartment. He pulled out his handgun and held it firmly. His eyes narrowed a bit as got back out of the car and walked forward.

"Hello?" Dean called as he held his gun at the ready.

He was at least giving the person, or whatever it was, a chance to speak up, if they could.

The rustling grew, and seemed closer, if not moving close towards them. Dean took aim.

"Somebody there? Might wanna speak up." His eyes still looking on, he distinctly heard a roar before he fired.

"Geez, what was that?" Sam asked.

The rustling quickly moved away and seemed to disappear. Dean still held his gun ready as he and Sam made their way over to where he'd shot. They took a few moments, and Dean realized he had merely hit a tree, then went back to the car. Sighing, Dean knew he was awake now. Those 120 miles didn't seem as far away as they once did, but they seemed to be in luck when they found a semi decent, small town 35 miles later. Both boys beyond tired and barely able to keep their eyes open any longer, they pulled up into a motel parking lot. Dean took care of getting the room leaving Sam to watch the stuff. Once they got to the room, they both crashed onto the comfortable beds. Sam walked off to the bathroom leaving Dean to undress. Once in boxers, his favorite knife under his pillow, he closed his eyes and fell asleep before Sam got undressed.

"Told you you were tired." Sam smiled to himself and yawned.

He took the usually precautionary steps and put salt along the window sill and the door. Yawning once more, he walked over to his bed and laid down.

"Night Dean." His only response was a deep snore from his big brother.

He laughed and closed his eyes, allowing sleep to over come him as well.