- I have to go back. Get his body.

Dean's face was frozen in a grimace, looking like a dreadful mask of anger and stubbornness. Only his eyes were filled with pain, a pain as deep as Mary has never seen before, in anyone. He doesn't even looked like her son anymore – more like a wounded animal, crazy with shock and pain.

Dean, son – she started in a gentle voice, although her heart was breaking in half. – It's not safe. This tunnels are still full of starving vampires. I can't lose another son.

Dean looked at her intensely, half-stopping refilling his bottle with water from the basin.

Mary suddenly felt like an enemy.

Mum – Dean's words were sharp like razors. – I have to go back to him. Bring him home. I can't leave him alone in those filthy, dark tunnels for vampires to feed on his flesh. I can't do that. And don't you dare trying to stop me.

He packed the water bottle to his backpack and started walking towards the exit of the camp and further, to the woods.

Mary just stood there, watching the silhouette of her now only son disappearing between the trees, unsure what to do. Of course she was aware that there was a very special bond between her sons, that their brotherly love and absolute devotion to themselves had no borders. She couldn't help herself but felt guilty; it was her fault that the life of her sons went the way it went; that in all the world the only thing they had was each other. That Dean has to replace all the family to Sam, he told her that himself… That she wasn't here to take care of them and John wasn't really too. And now, everything that Dean had in his life - his brother - was gone, in a so nonsensical, so random, brutal way.

She found Castiel in the south-east part of the camp, sitting with Jack on a tree trunk. There was silence between them; kid was drawing patterns on the ground using a stick.

Castiel – Mary broke the silence. – Can I talk to you for a moment?

The angel raised his eyes from his knees to Mary's face.

Sure – he said, and they walk a few steps away from the kid.

Castiel, Dean decided to go back to the tunnels for Sam's body. I wasn't able to stop him, believe me, I tried. He didn't want me to go with him either.

How long? – this was the only question from the angel.

An hour ago.

Ok, I'm going. I will bring him back, I promise. Take care of everything in the meantime.

Castiel just checked that his angel blade is in place and left.

The road back to the tunnels was much quicker than before; Dean wasn't careful, wasn't looking for potential enemies and traps and he was practically running.

Finding the cave where the fight had taken place and the corridor where those two vamps dragged his brother wasn't hard for him, too.

Dean went straight to the darkness without second thoughts.

The corridor wasn't very long and had ended in an old shaft. There, on the ground, still with a light stick on his neck, was his brother.

Dean suddenly felt a wave of undefined emotions flowing over him. He fell to this knees beside his brother. He didn't know it yet, but something inside him broke.

Hey, buddy – he said, taking Sam into his arms, stroking his hair gently and cuddling Sam's head to his chest. – I found you. It's ok now, I found you.

Dean started rocking his brother gently is his arms, humming softly to him. They were just sitting like that for a moment, but Dean doesn't really had a sense of time. He found his brother and he is ok, safe in Dean's arms.

Hey, Sammy? – Dean asked, concerned - why didn't you take off your backpack before you lay down? Your back is gonna hurt like hell later. C'mon, let's get it off.

He started unraveling his brother arms from the backpacks suspenders, but Sam was stiff and heavy, and it wasn't a simple task. Finally, after a short struggle, Dean managed to free his brother from the backpack.

Isn't that better? – asked Dean cheerful. – You should rest a little. Are you cold? I had a blanked somewhere here.

Dean started opening his backpack nervously, looking for a blanket for his brother.

Here it is! – announce Dean happily and immediately wrap the blanket around his brother. – Try to get some sleep Sammy, I'm not going anywhere. You're safe.

Dean sat on a pile of stones and looked at his brother with affection.

They are gonna be okay.

Cass remembered the place very well too. How couldn't he? This is the place where one of his best friends died. He found the cave and the dark corridor; he heard Dean's voice echoing between the walls. Cass breathe a sigh of relief; this means that Dean is okay.

He reached the shaft at the end of the tunnel, where he have found Sam's body before, and for that view he was ready. But he completely wasn't ready to see what he saw.

Dean was sitting on the ground, his brother's dead body leaned against his own chest, Dean's arms locked around him. Sam's clothes and hair was soaked with blood, there was a huge, deep wound on his neck, and his face was completely colorless, as white as snow. Dean seemed completely unaware of all of this; his hands were red from his brother's blood, but he was smiling and talking happily to Sam's ear. He didn't even acknowledge Cass presence.

When this is all over and we come back home – Dean said to Sam – we're definitely going to Miami. For a long, long vacation. Can you see it, Sammy? The ocean, the sand, drinks with those tiny, fancy umbrellas and girls, of course! Yeah, yeah, I know you are looking for The One. But Sammy, just think of it…

Dean. – Cass decided to draw his attention. – Dean, it's me, Castiel.

Oh, hey Cass – answered Dean, taking a brief look at him. – You come to visit us?

And Dean started rocking his brother's body again, whispering to him softly, forgetting about Cass.

Dean – Castiel tried again. – you feel okay?

Yeah, we're fine, Cass – Dean narrowed his eyebrows. – Why you ask?

Dean, you know that Sam…

Sammy is resting – Dean interrupted him. – We had a hard day.

He is obviously in shock – the angel thought. The sight of Sam's massacred body shook him badly.

Uhm, Dean? – Cass was trying to be delicate. – Don't you think that we should take Sam the camp? He would rest better there…

No. – Dean said firmly.

But there we could find him a bed and a clean clothes…

No.

Why?

They would wanna hurt us. Hurt Sammy.

Who, Dean?

People in the camp. We're good here. Right, Sammy?

Sam, of course, didn't respond, but Dean doesn't seem to be bothered by his silence. Instead, he kissed his brother gently on the top of his head. It was hard to watch.

Dean. – Castiel didn't give up. – Nobody is gonna hurt you there. They are good people, I promise. Your mother is there. And a doctor, too. Don't you think that a doctor should look at Sam?

Dean didn't react to Castiel's words. But he didn't say no either. God, let it be a good sign.

Castiel crouched beside them and reach out a hand to touch one of Sam's, but he didn't make it. Dean turned away from him abruptly, protectively covering Sam with his own body.

It's okay, Dean – Cass reassured. – I'm not gonna hurt him. I was just gonna check how is he doing, ok?

He reached to Sam again, and this time Dean didn't try to avoid it. Sam's hand was cold as ice, as expected.

Dean, I think he is cold. We should take him to the camp, make some hot tea, find some dry clothes. He could catch a pneumonia if you stay here, you now?

After a few moments of rocking his brother's body in silence, Dean finally said:

Ok.

Castiel let out a sigh of relief. He didn't realized that he was holding his breath from some time.

Great, take him under his armpits, I'm gonna hold his legs. – ordered Cass.

Be careful with him – rebuked him Dean. – Don't drop him.

Okay, I won't, I promise – reassured Castiel. – Let's go.

They miraculously went through the tunnels without being bothered by vamps and reached the surface; fresh air tasted sweet. They started their long walk back to the camp, with Sam's body limp like a ragdoll between them, and Dean still talking and reassuring his very dead, very tormented brother.