A/N: I wrote this as it popped into my head. Please read and review, it is critical for my story!

Disclaimer: I do not own Sam or Dean. Just the plot of the story.

Memories

The clocked ticked. Sam looked impatiently at the clock in the hospital as he waited for the doctor's update. "Sam?" he heard the familiar voice of the older hunter, Bobby Singer, their family friend. Sam looked over to him and slowly nodded. Bobby noticed the pain in the younger Winchester's eyes. "What happened?" Bobby questioned as he now sat in a chair beside Sam in the waiting room. "It was all so fast…Damn him…" Sam murmured.

2 days prior

"Dean, how sure are you? I mean, other than bite marks on the neck, there are cattle mutilations… It could just be a chupacobra gone wrong." Dean sighed and rolled his eyes. "Sam, I have been hunting long enough to know that this is a vampire, not a chupacobra. Besides, chupacobras don't normally eat people, they eat cattle." Dean muttered as dug through some of the research Sam found on the desk in their hotel room. Sam sat on his bed with his laptop, going through the local newspaper, re-reading the articles to make sure they didn't miss anything.

Dean tossed the research aside, bored out of his mind. "C'mon, let's go get something to eat, I'm starved." Dean said as he got up and threw on his leather jacket. "Dean, we ate like, what, three hours ago?" Sam said as he glanced over to his brother, shutting his laptop. "I don't care, I'm hungry, let's go Bitch." Dean rambled as he headed out the door, keys in hand. "Yeah, yeah, jerk." Sam mumbled as he grabbed his own jacket, following Dean to the car.

Dean started up the impala. He loved his car more than almost anything. The impala was second only to his baby brother, whom he had gone to hell for, and would again if he had to. Dean glanced over to his brother once they were on the highway. "Sam? You okay?" Dean questioned, worry and anxiety laced in his voice. "I'm fine…" Sam lied, he didn't want to burden Dean with his problems, and it was bad enough that Dean was still feeling guilty about what he did in hell last summer. "C'mon Sam, fess up." Dean pressed; he was determined to know what was eating at Sam.

"Dean…" Sam groaned, he was annoyed that Dean just wouldn't leave him be. Dean just glanced over at him as if to say "I won't leave you alone until you tell me the truth." Sam sighed an angry, dramatic sigh. "It's just…It's just mine and Jess' anniversary, that's all. I miss her, y'know?" Sam whispered, slightly embarrassed that he was confessing this to his big brother, who never stayed with a girl for long. "Sam, we've been through this, okay? It's not your fault Jess died, and even though I didn't know her at all, I would think that if she truly loved you that she would want you to be happy, not depressed." Dean muttered as he pulled into a parking spot to the local diner.

"I guess you're right… I know it's been four years, but it still hurts…" Sam whispered, mostly to himself. Dean just nodded as they both got out of the impala and walked into the diner. Dean inhaled a deep breath, smelling the all too familiar scent of apple pie. The waitress led them to their table, gave them their menus, and took their drink order. Two beers. Dean grinned, checking out the waitress. 'She's okay…' he thought to himself as he finished evaluating her; Sam rolled his eyes. "What?" Dean questioned as he saw Sam in his peripheral vision. Sam didn't say anything, so they looked at their menus.

At the same moment, both the Winchester brothers turned to look at the entrance of the diner, hearing a large crowd walking in. Dean took in their appearance; they were clad in black and leather, and most of them held half empty beer bottles. "I-""-Don't even say it Dean" Sam interjected before his older brother could finish his 'I told you so'.

Throughout the hour or two that they spent at the diner, most of their attention was on the rowdy group that had come in. Their food was hardly touched, and they both listened out for any clues as to where the nest was. Finally, as the crowd began to leave, Dean called the waitress for the ticket. He paid with cash, leaving a nice tip for the waitress.

They walked out of the diner, and got into the impala, giving the group a head start. After they were a few blocks down, Dean started up the impala, and they followed them. Dean kept his eyes on the road, occasionally glancing at Sam now and then. He wasn't far from the car full of vampires, but it was taking forever to get to the nest. He could feel the static in the car, rolling off of Sam. Dean just wanted to shake Sam really hard by the shoulders and tell him how un-normal he had been acting, he sighed.

After about thirty minutes of driving, they finally reached the nest. Dean pulled off a few feet before, and drove the impala into the woods. They got out and walked around the back, Dean unlocked the trunk. "You up to fight?" Dean questioned as he pulled a machete out for Sam, and one for himself. Sam took his from Dean. "Yeah, I'm fine Dean; let's just kill these vampires and go, okay?" Sam said irritably.

Dean sighed once more. Something told him that this was a bad idea, but he ignored it and shoved all of his feelings away. He had a job to do, and he wouldn't let his emotions get in the way, no matter what. He shut the trunk of the impala, once he and Sam were finished loading a mini arsenal upon themselves. He locked the car, and they headed off towards the nest. Once they arrived, Dean noticed two of the guards out front, and from the diner, he only noticed three others. It shouldn't be too hard if they got the drop on the guards.

The machete hung from its sheath attached to Dean's jeans. He had a crossbow in hand, the arrows soaked in dead man's blood. "Ready?" Dean whispered. Sam nodded. Dean then aimed, and shot both of the guards in the chest with the arrows. Sam had already made his way down there with his machete ready. Dean stayed back, he would provide cover incase the other vampires inside came out while Sam would decapitate the two guards.

Dean kept a close eye on Sam, ready to charge down at any minute. It didn't take long for Sam to behead the vampires, and after he did, he looked back at Dean, as if to say, "all clear." Dean came bounding in to the clearing in the woods where the nest was, and where Sam awaited. When he got there, Sam placed a hand on the door knob counting to three silently with his fingers. When he got to three, he opened the door, and Dean when through, aiming with the crossbow. He didn't see anything, and silently went in, Sam followed.

They made their way through the nest, covering every corner, making sure that the remaining three vampires couldn't ambush them. Dean got impatient, and went into the next room without Sam. Suddenly, Dean felt a huge amount of pressure through him into the bookcase against the wall. "Son of a…" Dean mumbled as he looked up, seeing one of the three vampires before him. "Dean!" Sam called as he ran into the room, and charged the vampire.

It didn't take long for the vampire to grip Sam and through him into the wall. Dean looked around for his crossbow, he saw it was out of reach, so he whipped out his machete, and charged the vampire. The vampire, Logan, punched Dean in the gut, and then head butted him, causing him to drop the machete. He picked it up, and pinned Dean to the wall, and stabbed him in the torso, and then threw Dean into the opposite wall, and then picked up a separate bookshelf and tossed it onto Dean. "Dean!" Sam called once more, and grabbed his machete and got the drop on Logan, and beheaded him.

Sam dropped his machete and hurried over to where his older brother lay. "Dean? Dean?" Sam called as he removed the pile of wood that was once a bookshelf. As he threw the wood to the side, he finally saw his big brother, lying there unconscious. "No…Dean?!" Sam said as he checked for a pulse. It was faint, but it was there. He saw blood drip from several cuts on Dean's head. With Sam's remaining strength, he pulled Dean up, and got him out of the cabin, and somehow made it to the impala.

Present Day

"After that, I raced him to the hospital. He's been fighting for his life since then. The first day the rushed him into the O.R. to get the bleeding down, which they did successfully. He's been unconscious ever since then. They said he had severe trauma to his head, and they don't know how much brain damage he has until he wakes up…If he wakes up." Sam's lower lip began to tremble at the thought of his older brother never waking up again. "Sam, look at me. Dean is going to wake up, you'll see. If anyone is stubborn enough to pull through, it's Dean, you hear me?" Bobby said as he placed a reassuring hand on Sam's shoulder.