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"Are you friggin' kidding me?" Dean yells at the TV when Oprah is interrupted by an emergency news alert. "It's a thunderstorm! We can hear it, it's not the end of the world."

Sam looks up from the table where he is doing research on the wendigo in the next town over. He had found almost all of the facts and decided to polish and clean his gun after putting away his laptop. "Uhhh, Dean?" He asks. Dean barely looks away from the TV screen as Oprah comes back on. He readjusts his robe from his recent shower and glances over at Sam. "I thought you said you were watching the weather reports."

"I am." Dean said defensively. "After Oprah." He muttered and Sam just shook his head.

"Well this wendigo has already attacked four different hikers. We need to hurry tomorrow to get to the park." Sam said looking back down at his books. There were a few engravings in the books that looked to be crud drawings of the wendigo themselves. They resembled another and looked akin to the one in his fathers' journal.

"Yeah? No problem." Dean said distractedly as Oprah started giving away items. "There is a leak in the ceiling Sam." Dean was looking up at the ceiling as another drop of rain landed on his forehead and ran down his cheek.

"Then move Dean." Sam joked. "Okay, well I'm going to get some sleep before we head out tomorrow. Night." Sam said and went into his room. He slumped down in the bed and fell into a deep somber.

"'kay Sammy." Dean acknowledged looking over at the door to double check the salt lines.

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The next morning Sam and Dean quietly packed up their things getting ready for the long drive. Dean picked up a handful of the hotels soap, shampoo and conditioner and stuffed them into his bag. "Hey Sam, where do you want breakfast?" Dean asked as he zipped up his duffle bag.

"Wherever is fine." Sam said as he reached down to pick up his own duffle. As he lifted it up to his shoulder, he felt a pop in his back and dropped to his knees. Pain radiated from his lower back as he let out a startled cry. The pain was persistent, and Sam could feel the throb of his aching muscles.

"Sammy?!" Dean yelled as he ran over to help his brother. He began to lift him to his feet when Sam let out a whimper. Sam lost his balance and sunk back to the floor.

"No Dean. Don't." Sam panted as the pain consumed him and he realized he couldn't move. He felt as if he were being submerged in agony. "Dean." Sam pleaded. "It hurts."

"What hurts?" Dean asked with a frantic look in his emerald green eyes. He laid a soft hand on Sam's shoulder for Sam to feel his presence.

"My back, I swear something moved in my back. Like a disk or something." Sam muttered and licked his lips as he began to feel them cracking from being dry.

"Dammit Sammy. Hospital?" Dean questioned, already wondering which fake identification would be best to use. Maybe I should use Bobby's last name… Need to tell him what's going on. What is going on? Dean thought to himself as he increased in worry for Sam.

"No, I think if I just lay down for a bit I'll be okay." Sam said. Dean stood behind him ready to help quickly lift him up and over to the bed. Dean knew lifting his 6"4 brother was going to take a lot of effort but was willing to carry him if Sam asked.

"Ready?" Dean asked apprehensively. Sam nodded. "Okay. One…Two…Three!" Dean counted and lifted his brother on three. He led him over to the bed and gently helped him get settled. "Hey, have my other pillow for a little more back support." Dean said as he brought over a pillow from his bed. Relief flooded him as he saw the pain in Sam's eyes recede.

"Thanks." Sam sighed in exhaustion. He felt like he was incapable of moving and was worried about his lower back "I don't know what happened Dean. I was fine before…"

"You said you felt something move?"

"Yeah, it was weird. The bag isn't even that heavy. In my lower back, something just shifted." Sam said as he shifted on the couch and winced in pain. He nodded to Dean that he was okay.

"You're whole back or just lower?" Dean asked in full brother mode. He paced back and forth across the crappy hotel carpet. The stains looked like a mix of spilt beer and vomit.

"Right now it's mainly my lower back but if I move everything hurts." Sam said.

"Ice!" Dean yelled enthused. "Need some ice?" Sam nodded and let Dean take care of him the rest of the night. In between chicken noodle soup that Dean ran to the store to buy, they talked about calling Bobby and saying they couldn't complete the hunt. Sam didn't want to feel like a pansy and tried to persuade Dean into calling Bobby the next day.

"Let's just wait until tomorrow. Maybe it's just agitated and if it still hurts we'll go to the hospital. Okay?" Sam slightly begged knowing that Dean giving in was very farfetched. He hated hospitals and he would hate for Bobby to have to call in another hunter to finish their job. Dean took some convincing but they finally settled in for the night.

The third morning of their stay at the hotel was strained. "Sam you said you'd go to the hospital. You still hurt so let's go. It could be something serious." Dean said as he dialed Bobby's phone. Dean paced back and forth across the hotel room in angst.

"I'm fine." Sam said struggling to sit up on the bed. "I'm going to go to the bathroom and then we're going to go hunt a wendigo." He shakily stood and made his way to the run down restroom as Dean kept a watchful eye on him.

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Hope you liked the first chapter! PLEASE leave a review, I love hearing your opinion on the story. Also, I'm not sure if Sam should try to continue on with the hunt or be taken to the hospital. Have a suggestion? PM me or leave your idea in the review! :D