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CHAPTER 2…

Dean was clutching his brother's shirt hoping it would pull him out of his state. He shouldn't have left him for so long. He shouldn't have hit him so hard. He shouldn't have argued with him. This was all his fault, Dean kept repeating in his mind as he stared at his brother's unmoving eyes. "SAM!" He shouted at the top of his lungs. Dean bowed his head against Sam's chest, trembling with worry. What should he do? The nearest hospital was miles away and he didn't want to move him.

With that thought he felt Sam move slightly underneath his grasp. "Sam?" Dean looked up, noticing how Sam was being brought back to him. "Sam, thank God!" Dean hugged his brother tightly as Sam's eyes fully opened.

Instead of hugging back, Sam shrugged Dean off of him and backed away until he collided with the cold hard metal bedstead. "Sam? What's wrong?" Confusion struck the eldest Winchester. "Sammy?"

The memory of fighting with his brother suddenly hit Sam all at once, with that and an unbelievable, agonizing pain pulsing through his head, he just wanted to be left alone, especially away from Dean who had both physically and emotionally hurt him. The young hunter grabbed his head as the pain became so unbearable.

At the sight of his baby brother hurting, Dean rushed to Sam's side to which Sam responded by shoving his arms out to stop his sibling from coming any closer. "Sam, talk to me" Dean pleaded, placing a hand on Sam's shoulder. "Don't touch me, Dean" Sam cried out while fighting pain.

He jumped up, steadying himself and leapt to the bathroom pulling the door shut behind him.

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"Sam! Sammy! Come out and talk to me!" Dean was bellowing and slamming his hands against the locked plank of wood. He didn't understand why his brother was shutting him out at a time of desperation. Not only that but he didn't get why Sam was almost near death when all Dean did was hit him. Unless he was having another one of his visions that made him black out. Maybe somebody did this to him, were they careful not to leave a trail from Chicago? A million assumptions entered the elder brother's mind while he continued to call Sam's name until his voice was hoarse.

Meanwhile on the other side of the door, Sam was gripping the porcelain sink until his knuckles matched the colour. His head was so unbelievably painful, he could feel an invisible hammer smashing against the walls of his brain, no sign of stopping. The fact that Dean was making the same rhythm on the door made things ten times worse.

The young hunter realised Dean wouldn't stop unless he emerged or responded so when his name was screamed for the fiftieth time, Sam shouted above the noise of his headache and door knocking, "I'm fine Dean just give me a damn minute" and went back to clutching the cold, hard sink, hoping that would take the edge off.

Even though Sam had shouted Dean's yells down, he was certain his baby brother was still in pain, the hitch in his voice was evident of that. No doubt Sam was in there, fighting this pain alone, all Dean wanted to do was bash the door down and help but he knew that would just scare the crap outta Sam and he didn't want that.

Dean pressed his head to the bathroom door in anticipation. He was literally counting down two minutes in his head before he would calmly unpick the lock, no way was he going to let Sam who was, just moments ago lying lifeless in his arms, be in pain alone.

The silence was unbearable and it was making Dean itch to burst in and protect his brother, like he's always done but he continued to count until he reached zero.

He grabbed his lock pick from his jackets inside pocket and began work on the bathroom door. He hadn't heard anything emitting from the bathroom since Sam had called out so he was praying that he wasn't lying on the cold hard ground near death, again.

Once he heard the reassuring click of the lock, Dean turned the brass doorknob and shoved it inward. The sight that greeted him was worse than he originally imagined. He felt his chest get heavy with worry and panic at the darkened room. The darkened room which had one single window in and it was wide open, leaving the ominous idea that his brother was out in the open also because the bathroom was empty.

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His breathing was rapid and all over the place, he couldn't walk straight considering his vision was tilting slightly and the edge of his eyesight was black. Sam was staggering along the open road, bright lights zoomed past him with the occasional honk of a horn but he continued on. He knew somewhere deep down that this was a stupid idea that could probably get him killed, there was also a part of him that wanted to get out of the confinements of the bathroom, away from his brother whom he didn't want to see right now because he knew that Dean would start beating himself up for making his head pains worse.

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Elsewhere, Dean was ripping his hair out with worry. In the past twenty-minutes since he realised his brother was missing, the hunter had called everyone he knew that was in his line of work within a fifteen mile-radius to see if they had spotted him but there was no luck so far. If the scenarios in his head earlier were frightening enough, the ones that entered his mind now were far, far worse. What if those shadow demons from earlier had caught up to them? What if the demon dad was hunting found Sam? What if anything supernatural in the area had found his baby brother who wasn't in his right mind and caused him harm?

Dean was sick to death of staring at the same four walls, waiting for his phone to ring either with another hunter or even Sam at the other end of the line, so he snatched his car keys and headed towards his beloved Impala who was parked outside. He figured he could do something more productive outside, even though there was a chance Sam could come through that motel door, the elder Winchester decided on looking around the small town for a while then head back home, where hopefully his younger sibling would be lying on his bed.

The one thing that still confused Dean was Sam usually went to him with anything, be it a cold, or a cracked rib, and with the visions he had been having recently, Sam never hid anything from him, so why did he hide this?

Dean's thoughts came to a halt as he was driving down the two-land asphalt and noticed bright flashing lights, obviously there was an accident of some sort which would unfortunately hinder the search for Sam. As he slowly approached the scene, he took in much of the environment around him; an ambulance and two police cars. There was a small car that had a large crack mark on the windshield and it was stopped in the middle of the road, black tyre marks scorching the road. The driver, Dean assumed, was talking to a cop, against one of the police cars. And finally when his eyes met to where the paramedics were, a whimper escaped his mouth. His little brother was lying, bloody, bruised and unconscious on the damp ground. Everything from that minute on was in slow motion.

His baby brother, whom he's cared about since he was four years old, had been all alone when he was hit by a car.

TBC…