Author's Note: I got an inspiration from Sick/Limp/Hurt!Sam fanfictions I've read myself so I decided to write my own. Before you read the story I want you to know a few things: First of all, English is not my native language and this is my first ''long story'' I've written in English, so excuse me all the grammar/spelling etc. mistakes. Also sorry if the language is kind of rigid. My vocabulary is what it is, but I try my best to write enjoyable content.

Disclaimer: I don't own Sam or Dean. They belong to CW and Eric Kripke

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CHAPTER 1

After a hunt, Sam and Dean are driving down the road hoping for a proper motel to pop up around the corner so they could get some shut eye before heading towards a new hunt.

The hunt was a pretty simple getting-rid-of-annoying-witch hunt. Being the Winchesters, they managed to do It only with a few scratches here and there and a dislocated shoulder.

The humming of the engine was so relaxing. Sam slowly lulled into the peaceful darkness of sleep.

"I could say we did a pretty good job back there, right Sammy?" Dean glanced at his brother from the corner of his eye.

Sam shifted in his seat after hearing Deans words snapping from the peacefulness.

"Yeah sure, and It's Sam"

"Now If you would let me sleep a little" Sam said with a slight irritation in his tone as he dug deeper into the worn-out leather seat.

Dean chuckled shifting his gaze back to the road.

He tried to relax, but something kept bothering him In the back of his mind. Was It something he had heard or seen on the hunt? As far as he remembered there went nothing wrong. Dean went through the events of the hunt in his mind.

Then he remembered It.

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Dean slit the poisonous witch killing knife through the witch's abdomen so the poison could work It's way through the witch's whole body. Dean watched the witch slowly lose its spark of light.

"This Is what you get for being a bitch, Bitch"

The witch gazed maliciously at Dean with it's glowing green eyes. With the last breaths, she whispered whit a grin on her lips "J-just wait and see. S-sam Is the one who's going to exp-erienc-e the l-lovely consequences of th-is"

And so she died with a grin on her face and turned into gross looking dust.

Dean hadn't quite heard what the witch said and decided to ignore it since he had bigger problems to worry about as he remembered the witch had thrown Sam across the room quite powerfully.

Dean heard a groan from across the room and realized it came from Sam.

Dean quickly paced beside Sam where he lied In a mountain of dusty old books "Are you alright? I got that witch bitch"

Sam removed the books that had fell on him "Yeah I'm okay, I guess. Can you help me get up?"

Before Sam could finish that sentence Dean was already grabbing Sam's left arm and pulling him up.

Sam groaned In pain as Dean pulled his left arm. "Ah shoot that hurt"

"What's wrong", Dean asked a bit surprised and shocked about the unexpected pain Sam had felt.

"I think my shoulder Is dislocated"

Sam stretched out his right arm and Dean pulled him up.

Dean relaxed as he heard that. Just a dislocated shoulder.

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Only now Dean could remember what the witch said and put the words together to match each other into a sentence.

"Just wait and see. Sam Is the one who's going to experience the lovely consequences of this"

Dean moved his gaze from the road on his brother who was breathing evenly leaning against the cool window.

He thought about the witch's words. Did she do something to Sammy?

Or maybe the witch was just trying to go out gracefully and made up something sharp to snap at Dean before she died.

Although she had a genuine smile of satisfaction on her face before she had turned into a pile of dust.

Dean looked at Sam again and to him, Sam seemed to be just fine.

Before Dean could think too much and start worrying about probably just some irrelevant things, a sign of a decent looking motel - as decent looking as the crappy motels can get - showed up in the distance.

Dean woke Sam up shaking him slightly "Wake up Sunshine! We're at the motel"

Sam opened his tired eyes into a narrow line and peeked through it looking at the surroundings.

As Dean pulled into the motel yard and parked the car in front of the building he asked Sam "How are you feeling? I mean, are you okay?"

Sam looked at Dean frowning with a questioning look on his face "Yeah I'm okay. Just a little tired"

'Okay so everything seems to be okay with Sammy there's nothing to worry about'

"Okay, that's good. Just wanted to check. I can book us a room. You can stay and wait here" Dean offered as he stepped out of the car and headed to the reception.

Now that he thought about It. Sam felt a bit strange. The feeling was not that strong, but strong enough for Sam to notice. It was something he had never felt before. Was It good or bad? It's so faint that It's hard to tell.

Sam decided to ignore It because he was tired and thinking hurt his head.

That's where they both made a huge mistake. They both just ignored It.

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