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DEMON SLAYER

Dean stared at the computer screen, he didn't often do much of the research but Sam was in one of his bitchy moods and Dean just didn't feel like dealing with it.

He heard Sam tromping around the room mumbling and he sighed. He didn't know what to do now he had pissed Sam off again and he just wasn't much of an ass kisser.

"Sam can you relax." He growled at his brother.

"Relax? Are you serious?" Sam growled back. "Two seconds Dean two frigging seconds and we wouldn't even be talking you would be in pieces and you can sit there so calmly!"

Dean sighed again. He actually had a killer headache but to admit that would be admitting Sam was right. "I'm here Sam what else do you want?"

"I want you to stop throwing yourself in every dangerous situation, I want you protect yourself not just everyone around you, I want you to stay alive!" Sam hollered.

Dean rubbed his right temple gently. "Sam this is me you think that you would be used to it by now." He mumbled.

"Yeah cuz burying my brother my only fucking family is something you can get used too!"

Dean looked at him, he understood perfectly why Sam was mad because if the situation was reversed he would be pissed too but he was the big brother and if he hadn't grabbed the detonator and run it to the window Sam would have been hurt because some idiot was trying to blow up a haunted building.

"I get it Sam ok." He replied.

"Do you Dean because I don't think you do! I'm tired of this Dean I want to be able to relax and not have my heart in my ass because I don't know what crazy ass shit you're going to do on every hunt. Don't you get tired of being in pain; don't you get tired of bleeding?"

Dean stood up and looked into his brother's eyes. "Not if it means you're safe."

Sam slammed his fist into the wall besides Dean's head. "I can fucking take care of myself!"

Dean looked at the tufts of powder that drifted through the air where Sam broke the wall. "I guess that was meant to be my face." He dared to say.

"Don't tempt me."

"You have never been able to take me Sam." Dean pushed being fueled by the pain behind his eyes, the fist to his jaw made him stumble and then blind fury took over.

The brothers fought fist to fist and grunts of well-connected punches filled the room too much stress had pushed them both to the breaking point. Dean landed the perfect upper cut that sent Sam to the floor and Dean stumbled backwards. This wasn't what he wanted but Sam always knew how to push his buttons. The pain in his head was worse now and his vision blurred.

Sam stood up glaring at Dean and he saw the sudden disorientation as he wiped the blood from his lips with his sleeve. His anger so infused that he didn't notice the moment of Dean's distress but just the opening to take his brother down. Sam took the swing and Dean flew back into the wall with a loud resounding thud and fell to the floor motionless. He landed face down his hands loose by his head one leg stretched out and the other bent slightly.

Sam didn't care that it had been a dirty hit all that mattered to him was that Dean could never say that his little brother had never taken him down. Sam grinned satisfied and grabbed his clothes to go shower. As he stood under the stream of hot water he thought about how when he went into the room Dean would either have left to go drink away his sorrows or be sitting at the table or on the bed sulking. Sam used all the hot water on purpose and took his time dressing and grooming. Wincing at all of his brother's well connected powerful punches.

He listened for sounds in the room but heard nothing, finally done with everything he stepped out of the bathroom and stopped cold. Dean still lay motionless on the floor.

"Dean?" Sam ventured, thinking that Dean was just trying to get him to feel bad but Dean didn't like that type of attention. "I'll leave you there and don't think that I won't."

Sam walked over so that he could see Dean's face to see if he saw the signs of a ruse instead the small pool of blood at Dean's nose and mouth shocked him.

"Dean?" Sam gave in dropping to his knees besides his brother and he felt ashamed, all this fight had started because he wanted Dean to be safe not always in danger and hurt, now it had been him that had hurt his brother. Sam gently turned Dean over with his head onto his lap and he checked his pulse. It was erratic and he began to panic.

Sam lifted Dean's eye lid and he knew something was terribly wrong when he saw the blown pupil.

'What have I done?' Sam thought desperately. He lay Dean's head on the bunched up towel that he had in his hand and ran for the phone and dialed 911 as he ran back to Dean.

"911 what is the nature of your emergency?"

"My brother he collapsed and is bleeding from his mouth and nose." Sam breathed.

"Has he suffered any trauma?"

"We were attacked earlier in a bar parking lot." Sam lied; he couldn't stand to admit that he had done this to Dean.

Dean suddenly jerked against him and he began to convulse.

"Please send help now he's beginning to have a seizure! We're at the Elk Lodge, room 113!" Sam yelled and dropped the phone to hold his brother to keep him from hurting himself.

It seemed like hours before Sam heard the siren and Dean had had two more seizures.

Everything blurred together as the paramedics took over and Sam stood back watching and answering their questions.

His heart clenched when he kept hearing them say stroke and he began to pace.

Dean was strapped onto a gurney and taken to the ambulance.

Sam decided to follow in the Impala and he grabbed everything that he needed and headed to the car. He stayed close to the ambulance and as luck would have it the ambulance cleared a light and Sam had to stop for the red.

The ambulance disappeared and Sam waited impatiently for the light to turn and he floored it to catch up. He gasped when he made a turn seeing the ambulance turned on its side, the tires still spinning.

"What the hell now?" Sam growled out loud slamming on the brakes and jumping from the car without turning it off.

Sam stared at the ambulance agape. One of the doors to the back of the ambulance had been completely torn off and lay a few feet away mangled. Sam stepped closer looking inside afraid of what he would find.

His heart beat wildly seeing the unconscious paramedics and Dean was nowhere to be seen.

TBC

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