Supernatural – missing scene from "Death Takes a Holiday."

A/N: This takes place right after the graveyard scene with Alastair. I'm a sucker for some hurt!Dean and this episode barely had any at all!

Keep in mind – it's my first fan fiction EVER. I got inspiration after reading all the other amazing stories on FF and finally decided to write my own.

Please review! Any comments/critiques are appreciated!

Sam looked down at the unconscious groundskeeper Alastair had been using as his "meat suit." Damn it, thought Sam. I was so close to finally killing that jerk…at least he's gone for now.

Suddenly, his thoughts flew back to his brother, who lay unconscious in the snow.

"Dean," Sam called out, running to his brother. He dropped to his knees and slid Dean's head onto his lap. "Dean, can you hear me?" Sam put his hand behind his brother's head and when he pulled it away, there was a small amount of blood on his fingertips. Then, Dean began to stir.

"S'mmy…" Dean moaned, his eyelids fluttering. "Wh't H'ppnd?"

"Alastair showed up and tried to take us out, but don't worry he's gone." Sam said reassuringly. "Are you hurt anywhere else?"

Dean finally opened his eyes after a few moments. "No…j'st my head…hurts like a bitch." He closed his eyes again, willing the pain to go away, and tried to sit up. Things did not go as planned however, and he ended up back on Sam's lap with an even worse headache.

"Whoa, Dean. Take it easy." Sam's face and voice were filled with worry.

"I'm fine Sam…let's just finish the damn ritual." Dean finally managed to pull himself up to a sitting position. He began to push on Sam's chest so he could sit up, but Sam kept him in a sitting position.

"Not so fast. How many fingers?"

"Umm…two…the same amount you always hold up."

Sam looked sheepishly down at his fingers. "Oh. Yeah. I guess I do. But it doesn't matter. We're gonna go back to the motel room. It's too risky to do this ritual. What if that had been the actual groundskeeper?" Sam got up from his place on the ground and began to collect their ritual stuff. He put it all in his duffel bag and then came back to help Dean up.

Dean grumbled something about overprotective brothers and finally admitted, "Okay, fine, but only because my head feels like it's going to explode." Then, he looked at Sam with an inquisitive face. "Why'd Alastair bail all of a sudden? He seemed pretty keen on destroying us."

Sam pulled his injured brother up to a standing position, avoiding his eyes. "Um…oh, I don't know." He put Dean's arm around his shoulder and began to walk back to the car. "Maybe he's weak from being sent back to Hell the last time around?"

Dean stopped, looked at Sam suspiciously, but then decided it was too much effort to care right now. His head was throbbing, and he needed some sleep. "Okay, whatever…"

Close one, thought Sam, and they began walking to the Impala once again.