Okay, this is actually my first fanfiction, just haven't had the nerve to post it before now. It all started with a dream I had were Dean got pierced by something in the back, and it sort of just escalated from there into a massive story with events and characters I had never imagined. It starts out a bit weird, but it gets better, especially for everyone who enjoys HurtDean and ProtectiveSam ;)

A warning, it's long, defiantly spawning quite a few chapters. It is all mapped out, and mostly written, but it still needs to be edited quite a bit, witch takes quite a bit of time in my universe as I am an endless nitpicker. Will post whenever school, real life and my muse allows me some writing time.

So hope you enjoy this weird adventure!

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It Begins

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He really didn't feel good going into this hunt. They were unprepared and going in blind. What creature they hunted had eluded them. All they knew was that the creature was deadly, and fast. He had argued that they needed to do more research, to which Dean had grudgingly agreed. Well, for a while at least. But as the bodies started piling up, his brother had gotten more and more agitated as their research was going nowhere. The last drop had come when a six year old girl fell victim to the evil.

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Earlier

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"Dean, where are you going?"

"I'm going to go celebrate! What do you think you nitwit?" his brother yelled back, his stride towards the door never breaking.

Sam launched himself at the door, just managing to reach it before Dean, his giant body effectively barring the way out.

"What the hell do you think you're doing? Get out of my way!"

But Sam stood his ground. "No, you need to calm down. We don't know what this is or where it is, going in blind and furious will only get you killed. And I for one won't stand for that!"

Dean glared at him, ice cold fury hitting him full force. He would have taken a step back if he could, but with his back to the door, there was no room. So he once again stood his ground, although this time with a slight panic blossoming in his chest, increasing for every step his brother advanced.

His eyes closed in reflex as he saw Dean's fisted hand come up. He heard the resounding thump and crack from Dean's punch, but no pain. Surprised he opened his eyes. His sight was immediately drawn to Dean's bloody knuckles. It was clear that he had delivered a massive punch to something, but to what?He glanced around, not entirely surprised when his gaze landed on a gaping hole in the wall. Well, there goes our deposit again Sam sighed to himself.

He knew that Dean hated when kids were involved. To be honest, he didn't like it either. But going off in anger without thoroughly preparing for a hunt was something that defiantly wouldn't have helped anyone. He relaxed slightly as Dean returned to his bed, all signs of fight seeming to drain from his sibling. Now if only he could ward of the rest of the rage he knew to be simmering beneath the cool exterior Dean was determined to project.

"I'm sorry man, it's just that we need to figure more stuff out first. Okay?"

He received only a grunt in response. He sighed and headed to the bathroom before returning to kneel before Dean, wash cloth in hand. "Let me see your hand"

Dean remained motionless, starring ahead at nothing in particular.

Sam caught his hand, trying to pull the resisting limb to him. "Come on, we'll go to the library tomorrow, find some maps, see if we might find where it can be holing up. Going through a million acres of forest isn't exactly the best way of narrowing things down, right?"

"I guess."

Delighted that he finally seemed to be making some progress, he pressed on. "So you on board with this? We keep our necks out of the forest at least until we have managed to get some decent leads on the thing. No running around like headless chickens no matter how bad it gets. Okay?"

He just received a glare in return.

"Dean?'' he questioned again, the cajoling tone now replaced with a hint of sternness.

"Jesus, and I thought dad was bad! Fine, I promise I won't go all gung ho on you until we at least get a decent lead or you give the okay. Good enough for you there, commander?"

"Almost, just need you to let me treat that hand of yours, then we're good."

"Its fine, don't worry about it," Dean refuted, still resisting Sam's pull on his arm.

"Well, I think I'll better be the judge of that. Besides with these hotel rooms we stay in, there's no telling what could have gotten in the wound. So just let me take a look, okay?"

Dean looked down into his brothers pleading face, and surrendered, all the while cursing himself for never being able resist those damned puppy dog eyes. One day he promised himself, one day he would finally learn to say no to those pleading eyes. But until that day arrived, he was helpless against their powers.

Sam allowed a small smile to break before preoccupying himself with treating his brother's hand.

It was scraped and bloodied, and still had some dirt in it, but it was just superficial injuries, nothing serious. So he quickly washed and disinfected the wound before trying to put a light bandage on it. But at that his brother once more balked, yet again trying to pull his injured appendage away.

"Hey, I don't need that, it's just a scratch!"

"It's only for tonight, just to keep any particles out of it while you sleep. Humour me, okay?"

Dean resigned himself to his brothers babying, not bothering to fight it as he had learned from experience that it was next to impossible to budge him when he entered the mother hen stadium. He amused himself by thinking of Sam in a female nurse outfit. Sam would have made a great nurse, no doubt about it, with his stubborn streak and puppy dog eyes. Even had the legs for it, the image making him chuckle.

Sam glanced up at him "What?"

"Nothing, just thought you'd make a great nurse that's all," Dean replied innocently.

"Thanks, I guess,"

He felt like he was missing something, but he was to tired to try to trick it out of his equally tired brother. Instead he tied of the bandage and patted Dean's knee before rising to throw away the supplies.

"You done? Am I free to go?" Dean joked, holding up his hands in mock surrender.

"Well you're free to go to bed if that's what you're asking, anything else is on the other hand a whole other matter," he grinned back.

"You know, one day I'll finally learn to stand up to those puppy dog eyes of yours, and then you'll have a riot on your hands."

"Yeah okay, but until then, off to bed with you" he teased while making a shooing motion with his hands.

Dean just raised an eyebrow before heading for the bathroom, a slight smile crossing his face.

He breathed a sigh of relief as the last tensions from the situation dissipated. His brother could be the most stubborn fool you'd ever come across, but at other times he was as mellow as a kitten, especially when it came to his baby brother. He couldn't hold back a snigger. If Dean knew he had just been compared to a kitten, the wall definitely wouldn't be the one getting the next beating.

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So already a bit of HurtDean happening it seems, just couldn't resist ;) Next chappie we'll learn some more about the monster, then the real action begins!