'It's just a car.'

That sentence was the final nail in the coffin. His brother was gone. If Dean loved anything more than his little brother Sammy, it was his Baby. And he had abandoned them both. Just like this. Sam gazed at Dean's reflection in the driving mirror. He didn't recognize his brother anymore. But he was going to get him back. That was certain. The ride to their bunker was going to be a long one. One in complete eerie silence.

'It's no use finding your brother Sam. Just let me go and I might reconsider few things like killing you painfully or with one neat stroke."

The coldness with which the words rolled out from Dean's lips worried Sam more than the death threats. Dean's words were always supposed to be protective, caring and with a certain degree of warmth in them. Ever since Dean had saved him from that dreadful fire, he was always there for him. Sure they had their differences and arguments and fights but this had to be the most paradoxical thing that ever happened to them. But he would take this challenge head on. No matter what it takes he will get his brother back.

Sam confined Dean to the chair, tightly bound with ropes. He was all set to cure his brother. 'Dean,' Sam said with a concerning look over to his bound brother "We can do this the easy way. You know it. We can cure you. I say 'we' because you and I will do this together. Just like any other case. I need you with me."

"Awww! Sammy how sweet! My heart just melted!' Dean looked at Sam his eyes mocking every sentiment Sam wanted to convey. 'There is no curing me. I don't want to be cured. And this is no case. But don't you worry I will make your death a classic case study in how not to mess with THE DEAN WINCHESTER. And No! There is No We! Not Anymore Sammy.' The rage and roar in Dean's voice sent a terrifying chill through Sam's spine. But he was not to be fazed by it. 'Very well. Guess, I'm going solo on this one" and he injected the first syringe with the purified blood into Dean's vein. Dean winked his eye in pain as the sharp tip of the needle made contact with his skin but it was the content of the needle that put his blood on the boil. He didn't want to show any sign of weakness. He feigned a fake smile but he could feel his body revolting to the foreign blood and the agony was building up inside him. His entire body was seething in revolt. Sam could see his brother groaning. His elder brother was in anguish and was writhing in pain. Pain inflicted by him. No arguments, the medicine was bitter but the patient needed it. Sam's resolve was strong and he was doing it to rescue his brother. He saw Dean struggling against his bonds, his groans turning to full agony yells. It was time for the second dose. Dean's head had drooped with exhaustion.

'Dean, it will all be over soon. Just be with me."

"Oh! C'mon Sam! You have got this whole situation wrong. You think you have got me. That you are saving your elder brother. Don't you know your elder brother doesn't wish to be saved? Or are you so blind in your pursuit that you just can't see anything for what it is.'

"Dean, I know you are there somewhere and I am going to get you back. I need you to fight it."

"I know you are there somewhere, I need you to fight….' Dean mocked Sam imitating him with a gaze that only gave one message Do hell with what you need me to. "Its better this way Sam! That Dean got tired of carrying you, protecting you, sacrificing his entire life just so that you could have a life. And in return he always got a scolding from his dad, he was always reprimanded and no matter how awesome he was at his job it was never enough. Not for you and never for dad!

'That's not true"

'Oh! It's the only truth alright. I should have let you burn in your nursery. Or better yet I should have killed you myself with my own hands.'

"It's not my elder brother talking."

'Oh, it's him. I should have wiped out your existence from this planet and maybe then I would have a life of my own. Maybe then I wouldn't have to carry your curse and your burden. My biggest mistake was caring for you. Circling my entire life around your life. But that's over. Now it's only about Dean, Dean, and Dean. You aren't even a blip on my radar. Let me live my life or you are going to regret you ever messed with your elder brother.'

'Oh! I have plenty of regrets. Adding one more to that list won't be a big deal to me" Sam said as he injected Dean with the needle.

This was unlike anything he had dealt with. His own brother! Dean becoming that thing he hated the most in his life. Becoming the thing he spent the better part of his life hunting. It was making Sam sick just thinking about it. Deans pain laced scream were physically hurting him now. His brother doesn't deserve this. All their lives only bad things happened to them and they only did good in return and it seems they are getting only worse. Dean tried shifting in his chair. He was thrashing against the ropes that bound him. Was he torturing his own brother?

I need a beer, Sam thought and went out of the room to the fridge. His thoughts were troubling him. There was no solace anywhere. Why are they so cursed? He took a sip of the chilled beer. He missed his Dad. Bobby. Castiel. Cas.. He doesn't know. Sam reached for his phone and dialed Cas.

'Hello Sam,'

'Cas! Dean…He is in pain..He…'

He sensed something unusual. The silence was too loud.

'I'll call you back Cas. I got to go."

'Sam…" the younger Winchester had hung up.

'Dean! Dean!' Sam's concerned calls were greeted by an empty chair with the ropes lying on them.

'No!"

"Yes!" Dean Said As he hurled Sam and pinned him on the wall.

'Enough with your playing Doctor Doctor!

"It's my turn now!"