Authors Note:Here's my new story and it should be a two-shot but my mind always wanders you know me. I mixed in wee!chester flashbacks so I hope it's ok since that's not usually my forte. This is going to be right around the beginning of season 2 right after children shouldn't play with dead things. I hope you enjoy it though! Thanx Charity


"It is better to lose your pride with someone you love rather than to lose that someone you love with your useless pride." -Anonymous


Dean's head pounded mercilessly as he struggled into consciousness. The pounding was like a thousand jackhammers were going off at any and every second. He struggled to open his heavy eyelids as he tried to make sense of where he was. Blinking open his sluggish eyes he had to quickly close them due to the harsh sunlight that filtered through. From the looks of it, it was dawn if not already past it.

Where am I? Dean furrowed his brows in confusion as he tried to make sense of it all. The pounding grew in intensity and he had to stifle down a moan. He closed his tired eyes as he thought of his last steps. Last he could remember they were on a hunt and Sam and him had just split up. Suddenly Dean ripped his eyes open as he quickly sat up.

The position didn't agree with him and he was quickly overtaken by the quell of nausea. "Gah…." Dean moaned as he grabbed his head and his stomach. Get a grip Winchester.

Where was Sam? The last time he saw Sam was when they split up and that had been night the morning sun was shining brightly now. Dean gulped down some of the vile and his panic. How long had he been lying here? Was Sam in the same position? Or was he worse off?

Dean didn't want to know or think about it. He gulped down his terror as he eyes searched the area sluggishly. He was still in the woods at least he knows that Sam has to be near by.

Where exactly did Sam go to again?

Dean's mind was like a big ball of confusion as pieces came together slowly. He remembered them going on a hunt for a skinwalker and he remembered them fighting earlier on and deciding to split up. Gosh what a great idea that was! The skinwalker was too fast for him as it quickly got the upper hand sending him flying into a tree. That would explain the pounding jackhammers. But unfortunately he didn't kill it that meant….

"Sammy!" Dean yelled as he still had a hold of his head. The noise did nothing for the concussion as his worry and fear notched it even higher when Sam didn't answer.

Getting up on shaky legs he had to grab a hold of the nearest tree he finally felt as something traveled down his forehead until it reached his lips. Dragging his hand up there he quickly found the culprit. Blood.

Great! He had a concussion on top of everything else. "Sam!"

Nothing.

Dean tried not to panic but as the minutes ticked by it was getting harder. His brother was probably lying alone and injured with a damn skinwalker on the loose.

He just had to calm down and breathe. He wasn't going to find Sammy this way.

Pushing off the tree he quickly made his decent deeper into the woods praying he would find his brother soon.

The sun was midway in the sky as it signaled noon and Dean was no closer to finding Sam. "SAM!"

Nothing.

His head still pounded with vigor each time he'd call for his brother but he had to risk it. It was either soothe his concussion or find his brother. It was an easy choice by far.

He remembered when they were younger and he had lost Sammy before. Sam was only four then but he still managed to find him. How could a 23 year old Sam prove any different or difficult?

But it was. Dean could have sworn he stumbled through this part of the forest already but at the moment everything was blending together as his vision blurred in and out.

It was just as hard to find Sam when he was younger and Dean cringes at the thought of that day. It was the worse day of his life. He was pissed he couldn't go on the hunt with his dad but had to stay and help Bobby watch Sammy. When Sammy became too loud and to noisy Dean ripped him a new one and Sam ran off crying into the salvage yard.

Hours later Dean was desperately trying to find Sam in the midst of all the cars and when 8:00 rolled around Dean finally found Sam in an old refrigerator. His brother was unconscious and had a blue tinge to his lips. Dean shivered at the thought of that memory.

He hadn't let Sam out of his sight since then. Until now.

"Sammy!" Dean waited but heard nothing but the sound of chirping.

He almost wanted to cry. He was nowhere close to finding Sam just like that day at the salvage yard. He tried to remember as to how he finally found Sam that day. It wasn't easy but he remembered that he treated it like a game of hide and seek. Hoping that he would hear Sam giggle or laugh to alert him to his whereabouts. Sam did neither because he couldn't freakin' hear him but it was worth a shot back then.

Swiping his sweaty brow he trudged on as he was assaulted from memories of that of so glorious day.

"Dean I need you to stay here and help Bobby take care of Sammy."

"But-" Dean stammered at a loss for words.

"No 'buts' do as you're told, listen to Bobby and watch out for Sammy." John said stern fully.

Dean nodded his head as anger made its way through him. "Yes sir." He muttered through clenched teeth.

"Good I'll see you soon."

The door was suddenly shut and Dean still stared at it hoping his dad would come back and tell him he was going on the hunt too. He was 8 years old for cripes sake and his dad has trained him mercilessly and diligently. But his dad only allowed for him to go on hunts with simple salt and burns or something where they could be done easily due to Sammy being in the car waiting.

Dean's mind darkened. Sammy. He always had to watch him and quite frankly he was getting sick of it. Dean was watching himself when he was four so why can't Sammy. It would be so much easier to go on hunts then.

He suddenly felt a hand clap him on the shoulder and he looked up to see Bobby smiling down at him. "Ready to take on hurricane Sammy with me?"

Dean quickly darkened as he shrugged the shoulder off. "No." He said truthfully as he trudged up the stairs.

Bobby frowned but didn't say anything. John had a serious hunt to do and he asked if Bobby could watch the two of them till he got back. John didn't want Dean or Sam for that matter out there when he hunted the werewolf. Bobby agreed whole heartedly and quickly took up on the offer.

Bobby made his way into the kitchen to prepare breakfast since it was still early in the morning. He heard Sam giggle from inside the living room and he smiled.

At least the Saturday morning cartoons were keeping him occupied. Bobby didn't know what to do when there over.

Sammy had a tendency to get into trouble even though he never meant to it always seemed to find him. Bobby figures he's partly to blame since his house is anything but child proof but he always tries to clean up a bit and put away his things that are definitely not suitable for a little child.

Of course in good ole' Sammy fashion he found one of Bobby's hunting knives and if it wouldn't have been for Dean who found Sammy with it Bobby didn't know what he would do.

Shaking his head of the dark thoughts he finally noticed someone tugging on his pants leg. He looked down and smiled as he saw Sammy hurriedly tug on his pants.

"Yeah Sammy?"

"Unca Bobby, where's Dean?" Sam questioned as he wondered where his big brother went off too. He wanted Dean to play with him.

Bobby frowned as he remembered Dean's dark mood. Shrugging thinking that it was because he got stuck with his old butt Bobby relented. "I think he's upstairs Sammy."

Sam smiled as he made his way to the stairs.

"Sammy!" Bobby quickly yelled as he turned away from the stove.

"Yea?" Sam questioned as he stopped his hurried decent.

"Please be careful up the stairs and go slow tiger." Bobby warned not wanting a repeat performance from last time.

"Otay unca Bobby I's go slow." Sam smiled as he stopped his running and slowly walked to the stairs.

Bobby smiled as he continued to cook scramble eggs. He didn't even want to brush on the incident when Sammy fell down the stairs.

Sammy slowly climbed the stairs in search of his big brother. Dean didn't really talk to him when they went on the car ride to unca Bobby's and Sammy wanted to play.

Pushing open the door Sammy knew belonged to his brother's room he smiled when he spotted Dean lying down on the bed.

Sam snuck up as he excitably pounced on the bed.

Dean's eyes flung open ready for attack but stilled as he heard Sammy's laughter.

"I's got you big brother." Sammy laughed as he lay down next to Dean.

Dean's anger grew as he hurriedly got out of bed to find another room to inhabit.

Sam frowned. "Dean where's you going?"

Dean stopped as he reigned in his anger. "Another room."

"Why?"

"Do I need a reason why Sammy?" He asked through clenched teeth.

Sam shrugged he didn't know. "But I's wanted to play with you."

Dean couldn't take it anymore. "Well maybe for once I don't want to play with you! I always have to watch you and I never have a life of my own! Do me a favor and go play with yourself for a change!" Dean yelled.

Sammy's lower lip trembled as fat tears rolled down his face. He hurriedly got out of bed and ran down the stairs even though unca Bobby told him not too.

"SAMMY!" Dean yelled again but with no luck. The day was winding down fast and he still couldn't find Sammy. "SAM!"

Nothing.

It was like that day all over again. The same fear and panic drove him that day as it did today.

Except it wasn't hurt feelings Sammy was hiding from it was from a skinwalker. More lethal than hurt feelings can be.

Dean sighed as he swiped the sweat that accumulated from his brow. It was getting hotter and he knew that if Sam were hurt he would never survive in these conditions. Who knew a damned skinwalker lived in Florida. Really? Like when do skinwalkers give a damn about weather or the hottest vacationing spots?

He didn't even know there were forests in Florida. He only thought this place was made of beaches. Go figure.

Shaking his head he regretted letting his mind wander. He had to find Sammy.

"Sam! Where are you?" Dean yelled again but still no answer.

Sammy ran outside as he hurriedly tried to find a place to hide. If Dean doesn't want to be around me then find I don't want to be around him.

Looking around he finally spotted an old refrigerator and smiled. It was perfect.

Wrapping his little hands around the handle he tugged with all his might till the fridge door popped open. Scrambling inside Sam was met with darkness as the door closed.

He sat with his knees curled up as quiet hiccups manifested from his chest.

"If Dean no want to play fine, I don't want to play with Deanie either." Sam huffed.

The darkness was encroaching and Sam began to tremble. He never liked the darkness it always brought on terror. Usually Dean was there to make it all better but Sammy knew that Dean wasn't concerned about him.

"Well maybe for once I don't want to play with you! I always have to watch you and I never have a life of my own! Do me a favor and go play with yourself for a change!"

Sam cried as Dean's mean voice penetrated his thoughts. It was either play by himself or stay in the darkness? Sammy figured playing by himself was a better choice and began to stand up.

Sammy pushed at the fridge door to open it but it didn't budge. Frowning he tried again but that only resulted in him hurting his hands.

Sam's lip began to tremble as he tried to push open the door.

Nothing.

Setting back down he cried as the darkness surrounded him. The air seemed to be getting less and less and Sammy just wanted his daddy. He wanted Dean.

Standing up again he pounded on the door hoping someone would hear him. "Daddy!" He yelled through tears. No one answered his call. His hands were hurting and he just wanted out.

"Dean!"

"Sammy! SAM!" Dean screamed as mid day approached. Dean surmised it must be at least 3:00 by now.

Panic gleamed in his eyes as he past by tree after tree but he still hadn't found Sam.

"Sammy please answer me!"

His cries were becoming desperate as the hours ticked on and he still couldn't find Sam. His headache was becoming worse from the worry and stress he had. Each yell sent a slice of pain through his skull and he wanted nothing more than too find his brother and take some Tylenol and go to sleep. He really needed it the way this day was turning out.

He thought his dad's death rocked him hard but nothing compared to the fear and panic of losing his brother even if in the literary sense Sam was still here but not where he should be.

He clenched his teeth as he once again looked around the wooded area but every tree, flower, and weed all looked the same.

Think Dean, think. He scoped out the place before they even got there. There has to be something that he noticed on the map.

Closing his eyes for a second he tried to imagine what the map looked like.

He remembered a lake that was quite close to the forest but was no where near where Sam was. Come on Dean you could do better than that. Thinking harder he remembered that when you go a little ways out there that the woods become more rough and turned into rocks where a…..

Dean quickly opened his eyes as he gasped in horror. A ravine. There was a ravine close by and in the dead of night and a middle of a hunt it could be easily forgotten.

Going from a brief walk to a run Dean hurried toward where the ravine was. He was damn sure he knew where his brother was now. Hide and seek's over now Sammy. I found you.

Dean was skimming through a magazine in another room when he heard Bobby yell for breakfast.

Throwing it down he hurried down the steps as the aroma of eggs filled the air.

"Hey Dean, better go round up your brother for breakfast." Bobby said as he set up two plates.

Dean frowned. It's been ay least an hour since he exploded at Sammy. Guilt soon crept into him as he thought of the horrible things he said to the kid. Sammy didn't deserve to serve the brunt of my temper tantrum. "He's not down here?"

Bobby too mirrored the frown that was on Dean's face. Oh boy what did the kid get into now? "No, he went up there looking for you."

Dean instantly looked down.

"Dean." Bobby said in a 'don't bullshit me' voice. "What did you say to the kid?"

Dean looked up through guilt ridden eyes. "Some things I shouldn't have." He whispered.

Bobby sighed. Dean was in a pissy mood all morning he knew it was a bad idea to tell Sammy where he was. "I know that he's not in here or I would have heard him."

"So that leaves outside?" Dean questioned.

"The kid probably went outside to hide from you like he use to when he got upset."

"Yeah." Dean said. "I'll find him."

"Hurry I don't want him out there for too long you know how your brother get's into trouble." Bobby said worriedly. It must have been at least an hour since he seen the kid.

"Alright." Dean said with determination as he ran outside the door.

"And don't come back without your brother!" Bobby yelled. "Idgit." Bobby muttered.

Dean looked around outside as he tried to find his brother but Sam was pretty good at hide and seek.

Hide and seek.

He hoped if he acted like they were playing a game Dean could hear Sam laugh or giggle to alert to where he was. "Oh Sammy where are you?" He chimed in a sing son voice as he searched through the mass of cars.

Dean skidded to a halt at the edge of the ravine. His head was pounding and swelling heat soon turned to cold. He shivered lightly as the air blew by.

Night soon took over as the dark consumed him. Taking out his flashlight he crept closer to the edge and peered down.

"Sammy!" He yelled.

His flashlight bounced off the stones as did his voice. Looking around and swinging his flashlight he light finally illuminated a boot. Dean froze as he brought the flashlight up to illuminate a face.

"SAM!"

Sam's side of his face was covered in blood. He couldn't see much else since it was so dark and he noticed Sam had a slight shiver. This wasn't good. "Sammy hold on I'm coming!" He yelled down.

Looking around he tried to spot something to help him ease down but all he saw were rocks and trees. Biting his lip nervously he peered down again the ravine wasn't that deep maybe 15 feet at the most but he knew that if you happened to fall into it, it could be painful. He figured Sam was trying to run away from the skinwalker and unexpectedly fell into the ravine. Head first instantly knocking him out.

Dean didn't know what other injuries Sam had and his hands itched with the need to check him over.

Flicking off the flashlight he began his decent into the ravine griping the rock faces as tight as he could. The change in elevation was making him nauseas again but he pushed it down. He needed to get to Sammy. He found Sam and now all he had to do was help him.

Jumping the last five feet he whipped his flashlight back on as he swung it to where Sam lay. "Sammy." He said in a soft whisper as he hurried over to his brother.

He settled his hands on his brothers side as he gently rolled him over. Sam was shivering from the cold and Dean hurriedly took off his jacket to cover his trembling form hoping to offer some warmth.

Taking his shirt he tried to wipe away some of the blood to find a source of it all. There right above his left eyebrow was a jagged cut that was definitely in need of stitches. It was still bleeding sluggishly.

"I'll fix this Sammy I promise." He said softly hoping to draw Sam out of his unconsciousness. Holding the flashlight in the crook of his neck he began to gently patting Sam down from head to toe to check for other hidden injuries. He was relieved to find that Sam's legs were fine but when he got to Sam's left hand Sam's face creased in pain. Fingering the limb more gently he noted that it was probably sprained.

Dean smiled sadly. Like it wasn't bad enough to have Sam's right hand encased in a cast.

The cast. Dean didn't even think to check it. Swearing he brought Sam's right hand up and was relieved that it looked to be fine. Dirty but fine.

Blowing out a breath of relief he brought Sam to his chest to feel his neck and spine.

Sam leaned heavily against him as he felt along his little brother spine for a spinal injury. Everything looked to be intact. Though Sam did moan a little when he pressed into his lower back. It was probably bruised and would be sore for awhile but was unscathed.

Dean sighed Sam got off lucky.

"Alright Sammy lets get you out of here." He cooed as he felt Sam lean into him more. He hoped that, that meant he was returning to consciousness.

He sure hoped he did because now he had to figure out how to scale a 10 foot ravine with an injured 6'4 200 plus pound brother that was unconscious.

Dean blew out a breath as he held onto Sam tighter. This was going to be fun.


So what did ya think? Did you like the flashback comparison? Dean finally found Sammy but he has to figure out how to get him out. Poor Dean. Part two will be up soon and you'll see the fluffy hurt/comfort from both the past and the present. I just love hurt/comfort and bro hugs don't you. Feedback is appreciated. Thanx Charity.