Hey guys! I'm a big Supernatural fan and this is my first fic so I'm waiting for your opinions! I can say that I'm a big fan of hurtDean stories, so you should expect a lot of it. I hope you like it.

Also, this story happens in the early part of season 4.

Disclaimer: I don't own any Supernatural characters.

Chapter 1

Sam looked after his brother through the woods, trying to find him but it was pitch black outside and he couldn't hear anything. Dean was after the wendigo for more than half an hour and he was starting to worry because his brother promised he'll be back in less than thirty minutes. Sam looked at his gun, knowing that it couldn't kill such a creature, but it was his only weapon against it 'cause Dean took the gasoline and the lighter.

He sighed, wondering if Dean was alright. But Dean was his big bother, the tough one, the best hunter he knew. Even thought, the wendigo was strong, he knew that his brother was stronger.

After five minutes of waiting, he heard a shout, which seemed to be Dean's. He started running in that direction, forgetting his brother's instruction to stay hidden so he won't get hurt.

"Sam!" It was Dean's voice for sure and Sam quickly recognized the pain in it.

Sam ran to his brother's side and kneeled beside him, looking for any injury. Thankfully, he saw nothing.

"Are you okay, Dean?"

"I'm fine."

Dean avoided his brother's eyes and wanted to get up, trying to ignore the pain in his back and left leg. He knew that the son of a bitch succeeded in giving him a scratch but he thought it was nothing serious. Breathing also hurt and he knew that he couldn't put his weight on his left leg. Some bruised or broken ribs and a sprained ankle maybe.

"You really sure? I should check you up at the motel. Just to be sure."

Sam knew that Dean saying 'I'm fine' can mean lots of things and he also knew that his brother used to keep stuff away from him.

"I said I'm fine, Sammy. Now help me up."

Sam sighed and help his brother up. He was so tired of getting the same answer from Dean every time he knew something was not right. He wanted the truth, he wanted to know is his brother was really alright. Sam observed the limp in Dean's left leg, but decided to stay quiet and leave him alone as he wished. He was so pissed of Dean lying to him.

Dean tried to ignore the horrible pain coming from his ankle, but it was almost impossible. Every time he took a step, a new wave of pain seemed to make the reality fade. He knew that he was about to pass out and that he should tell Sam about it, but he knew that Sam wouldn't care very much about it. For God's sake, Sammy didn't even bother to bring him back from Hell!

'I think he might be really hurt', Sam thought while watching his brother's limping and the back of his blue jacket getting darker. He wanted to go to Dean and help him, but he knew too well that Dean won't accept his help. He was such a stubborn jerk.

After a few more minutes, Dean saw the road where they left the Impala and relief washed over his face. He couldn't wait to get in the car and go to the motel. His ankle was hurting even more and his back, where the claws of the wendigo sliced his skin, hurt like a bitch. But, having the Winchester's luck, everything got even worse. Dean could see how his baby turned into a wreck. Two windows were broken and all the tires were sliced.

"No, baby, what did that son of a bitch to you?" he said, approaching the car. He fucking hated that wendigo.

A new wave of panic was took over Dean. They were in the middle of nowhere with no car and his body was hurting like a bitch.

Sam watched his brother hit the Impala so hard that he thought he heard a bone break and then he heard Dean swearing. Something was wrong. Then his phone rang and he reached for it in his pocket. It was Bobby.

"Yeah, Bobby." he said, taking his eyes off Dean.

"Sam, I hope that your wendigo hunt has ended 'cause I need you boys here pronto."

"Yeah, that might be a problem. We have flat tires and we're in the middle of nowhere and we have no way to get to you."

"Those woods are next to a big city, take a plane and come here quick. I've found some big demonic omens. Maybe even Lilith."

That made Sam very interested. He was after Lilith for a long time, trying to get revenge and he would do everything to kill that bitch. Sam even forgot of Dean's fear of flying for a second.

"See you in a few hours, Bobby." Then he hung up and turned towards Dean.

Sam saw Dean sitting in the Impala, on the passenger's seat with his eyes closed. He wondered if he was really hurt or tired. But this time he didn't bother to ask because he needed to get to Bobby's as quick as possible to find Lilith. Sam hopped on the driver's seat and started the engine. Now Dean's eyes were on him.

"What do you think you're doing?" Dean asked angrily.

"We're going to the airport and then to Bobby's."

"No. I'm not getting into a stupid airplane and you're not going to destroy my car for whatever fucking reason."

"There are demonic signs. Lilith might appear, Dean. We could kill her." Sam said hopefully. After all, she was the one who sent Dean to Hell.

"I don't fucking care about that stupid bitch!" Dean shouted and then he felt a terrible pain in his chest.

Sam observed Dean's ragging breaths, but decided to ignore them. Lilith was more important right now.

"He was the one that sent you to the pit, for God's sake! We're going, now." He put a hand on Dean's back, patting him and then started driving towards the big city.

Dean tried his best to ignore the sudden pain he felt in his back when Sam touched him. He wanted his brother to notice his pain, to see that there are more important things than Lilith. He was back from Hell, so why couldn't Sam be happy? This whole revenge thing was pointless to Dean. He sighed and rested his head where the Impala's windows were, trying to ignore the sounds his baby was making from the flat tires.

'You are destroying my only home for your pointless revenge.' That's what Dean wanted to tell his brother. He was destroying the Impala, the only home Dean had known since he was four, one of the only memories left from his father to… what? Get revenge? Lilith sent him to Hell, not Sam, but Sam was the one looking for revenge, not him.

As the car hit a hole in the road, a new wave of pain shot through Dean, making his body ache so hard that he passed out.

Sam took a glimpse at his brother, who was now sleeping besides him and he relaxed a bit. Dean wasn't probably hurt, just tired after a long hunt. He saw the sign for the airport and turned right in that direction. He didn't even bother to ask himself why Dean didn't argue more about taking the airplane or why his breath was so ragged why he was sleeping.

'Lilith is more important than Dean right now', Sam thought while he entered the airport's parking lot.

So what do you think? Do you like it? I'm waiting for your opinions! :)