So guys, my Austria-fic is finally finished… so I'm gonna start with my one-shots or two-shots again. This is gonna be a two-shot, I think… as long as you want me to continue.

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Lies

Dean's Perspective

"It's called being a good son…" "You are a selfish bastard…" My thoughts spun around the fight we had before we parted. I could have seen Sammy for the last time back there and I didn't even told him that I haven't mean it. When I called him… I gave him crap like I understand and that I would be proud… I am… but I should have told him that he wasn't selfish. I've been such an idiot.

Worse… I was dumb enough to suggest dropping him off somewhere. Why couldn't I just let my guard down and talk to him.

So… he has a reason to shoot me again? I winced. The bruise on his chest was still violet and hurt like hell… but he wouldn't… he couldn't…

"Hey Dean…" Sam stretched, interrupting my thoughts with his muffled voice. He had been sleeping for nearly the entire ride.

"What's up Sam?" I asked, shooting a quick glance to my brother, when I felt Sam's gaze linger on me.

"I really need a bed." Sam finally whispered. Ugh, he wanted to talk. I realized, seeing the signs. I braced myself when I saw that Sam opened his mouth, but surprisingly the kid stayed calm.

Ouch… I winced, when I tuned on my music. My head hurt too badly, I couldn't take the noise of the tapes. Okay… motel, please.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked, frowning.

"Yeah… why wouldn't I?" I asked; my look was glued on the street. We both knew I was lying…

Lies… I would have never thought that I would hide something from Sammy… and now… we didn't talk… and we lied at each other. I knew he was lying, too. He did mean everything he said at the asylum. He wanted to shoot me.

Ugh my head.

He just proved that he didn't want me with him anymore when he left to search for dad.

Revenge

"Dean… " Sam yelped and gripped the steering wheel, getting my attention back on the road. Oh… I had my eyes closed… not really surprising that that tree came a little too close.

"Don't touch my car, I'm driving." I remarked, swatting Sam's hand away.

"I'm sorry that I want to live. And actually I'm sitting in the car so I am touching it." Sam laid his hand back on his lap, glaring at me. "Let me drive." He asked; his voice was now much softer.

"Shut up" I hissed, rubbing my chest. Aww... I need to sleep.

"Dean… you need to sleep." Out of my head geek-boy

"And you really need to shut up. There is a motel…" I stated, reading a sign. "We're gonna stay there for the night, it's a few miles ahead."

"Dean… you…" Sam bit his lip. I saw him out of the corner of my eyes. "Do you think you have a concussion?" It wasn't the question he wanted to ask in the first place, but a much more comfortable question for both of us, I guessed.

"I have no idea." I lied again. I had one… pretty sure. Sam nodded; he saw the signs for a bad concussion, too.

"That's so stupid." I cursed, when I pulled over to the shoulder of the road. Sam looked at me confused.

When the car finally stopped I got out, sitting down on the hood of my precious car.

Like I thought Sam followed immediately, leaning on the car beside me. His look was piercing me. "What's stupid?" He asked with a kind voice. I hated it.

"Quit talking to me like you're talking to a child." I made him wince with raising my voice, but hey I am the older one, damn it. Ahh… my head hurts.

"You're stupid… nah… we're stupid." I barked at him, stepping away from the car, holding my head.

"Dean, are you okay…?" He asked, standing up straight.

"No… yeah… just… listen." I closed my eyes… The world spun anyway right now. "Something's wrong." Okay… yeah… obviously. Sammy was actually smart enough to guess that. "And… you… and… I…" What did I want to say?

"Dean" Sam's voice was panicking, when he griped my shoulders. Woha… Sam, don't touch me so intimate… and damn it… why the hell was I kneeling on the ground?

I wanted to tell him that he should keep his fingers with him, when I had suddenly a nasty taste in my mouth. Oh…I thought when I realized that I just threw up.

"We have to get you in the motel." Sam helped me up.

"Okay… good idea I'm gonna drive." I swayed when I walked over to the car, Sam was faster.

"I'm gonna drive." He shoved me over to the passenger side. Selfish bastard, he just wants to drive. I kicked me mentally when I though that and sat down in the passenger side.

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Sam's Perspective

Dean was cold out before he even hit the seat. I bit my lip, not knowing what to do. I really needed to know how bad he was hurt, but right now I had the feeling that he would rather be inspected by some rabid foxes than by me.

Okay… one source of his pain was his head… of course… that was the reason for his concussion, too. The other source was his keepsake from the asylum.

"Oh… I'm sorry Dean." I whispered, turning around a little in my seat, so I could face him. I gently began to lift the front side of his T-shirt, not having seen the damage I have caused with the rock-salt.

I gasped, letting the Shirt fall. Oh my god. I covered my mouth, looking at the sweaty face of my big brother. His chest looked awful… really awful. How could he have just ignore it… he even fought with this.

Alone

I should have never left him. He was right to be mad at me. I have been stupid to go and search for dad when he insisted to go on a hunt. And this one had been tough, he nearly died. One minute later and I would have a brother less.

Dean groaned. He was hurting.

…………….

"Dean" I nudged him gently, my voice was hoarse. We were at the parking lot of the motel.

"Five minutes, dad." Dean shifted a little. I titled my head. My brother was dreaming. I sighed, opening my door to go over to the other side.

"Dean, we're at the motel… come get out." I had one hand on his shoulder, squeezing it tight. It didn't work.

Why didn't it work? I thought despaired. It had always worked when the place were switched. Every time I had fallen asleep in the car, Dean wouldn't have to wake me, but let me walk while I was sleeping, always a firm grip on me, to protect me from falling.

"Dean" I yelled, regretting it, when Dean jumped, holding his head. "Sorry… how are you?"

"Not asleep anymore, thanks to you" He answered, but got up. I stretched out a helping hand, but he swatted it away again.

"Come on… what's up?" I asked. He had been normal when we had ended the last hunt; he made even fun of me, when we were at the bus station. Well… I guess he has been thankful that I saved his life… but right now, he seemed to ignore that fact.

I followed him close, though I tried not to touch him. It would embarrass him again.

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