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Something's not right here

"SAMMYY!!" Dean screamed as his baby brother was tossed into the air and a loud thud of a skull rang out.

"Dean! Go to Sam!" John told his eldest as he carried on digging but Dean was already there and never needed to be told.

"Oh god, S-Sam..."

"Dean?! How is he?!" his dad asked while ramming his shovel into the wooden casket.

"B-blood, lots of blood, he...his head..."

"Dean, take a breath, check him head to toe and don't move him if he hit his head!"

Dean nodded unconsciously then ran his hands over Sam's legs and worked his way up, feeling nothing broken or moving, he was just left with the blood seeping down Sam's face from a head wound of some kind he couldn't see.

"Sammy...ohh God Sam, look at me, Sam!" he yelled tapping the kids face a little.

The kid blinked and groaned deep and hurt.

"It's okay Sammy, it's okay, just stay awake! Sam stay awake!" he ordered.

"Dean? Dean the bitch is toast, how's he doing?" John asked running towards them behind the grave stone and skidding to the floor right by them in a flash. Dean was able to see Sam's cut much better now the flames lit the grave yard and it wasn't half as bad as his head was telling him. When John caught sight of the blood drizzling through Sam's hair he pulled off his jacket and then took off his shirt. He rolled up his coat, placed it under Sam's head then balled up his shirt and pressed it hard against the cut to stop the bleeding.

Sam mewed and blinked awake, once again trying to pull away.

"Sammy stay still, it's okay," he cooed.

He pressed on the wound harder then lifted the shirt up to see if the bleeding had stopped but all he saw was more blood and Sam seemed to get more agitated by the second.

"It's okay Sammy, we're gonna take you to the hospital, you're gonna be fine you hear me?"

"Sammy? Sammy?!" Dean yelled when the kid sucked in a breath, pushed all the hands off and managed somehow to pull himself to his feet then took off running for about 3 steps, stumbled over his own shaking legs before he dropped into Dean's awaiting arms. The poor confused boy cried out as the older two held him steady, making sure he couldn't get out from under them again as he lay on the floor.

John practically peeled the kid's eyes open and made sure the kid was focusing on his hands before signing, "no hospital, but you have to stay very still for now."

Just then the kid seemed to relax but it was a little too chilled for Dean's liking and Sam's eyes rolled back once again.

"No no Sammy stay with us, Sam!" Dean yelled shaking Sam as his lids twitched like the kid was in REM sleep.

"Okay, we need to know what's going on with the kid before we decide whether or not the hospital's the best thing. It's no good sending him there if it's nothing and it's not gonna do the kid any good if this is something supernatural."

"You mean...that bitch did something to him?"

"Could have, I don't know, come on, let's go back to the car then the motel, if he doesn't wake up till-"

"Hey, Sammy, it's gonna be okay, we're going back to the motel to patch you up, you're gonna be fine little brother," Dean promised when he saw Sam's eyes open once again. He pulled his brother all the way off the ground and onto his lap. When the kid blinked then went limp again Dean slapped hard against his cheek and yelled, "No Sam! Stay awake!"

"Dean!" John yelled at his son but Sam was back in dreamland anyway.

"I'm...I'm sorry Sammy, I didn't...I'm sorry," he cried leaning into the kid's hair but nothing was working. Sam was now sobbing and curling into himself but still looked passed out and it was freaking everyone out.

"Dean let's go," John said taking Sam off his eldest and holding him close as they ran back to the car, all John could think while he sprinted was, 'for once I'm glad Sam is a twig.'

~S/D~

"Dad?" Dean asked looking at his father who was bringing in the first aid kit.

"He'll be fine Dean, we'll figure it out when he's a little more with it."

Dean nodded then bit his lip as he tilted Sam's face to the light sighing sympathetically.

"How's his head looking?" John asked dumping the bags and walking to his boys.

Dean lifted the shirt and had a good look, "stopped bleeding," he said running a hand through Sam's hair in comfort even though the kid was out of it.

"That's a good sign," John told him as he kneeled down next to bed, held Sam's chin and tilted it same as Dean moving the kid's bangs back to have a good look.

Dean held Sam's shaking hand as his dad wiped the wound with peroxide and gripped it tight when Sam squeezed his eyes shut in pain.

"Gonna need a few stitches," John mumbled to Dean and he nodded as his dad moved to get some ice from in the mini fridge. He bagged it up and then placed it slowly on Sam's cut that was about an inch long running down his forehead.

"Sammy, you need a few stitches okay, but you're gonna be fine," Dean said mostly to himself, holding the ice as his dad prepared the needle, running his lighter over it then guiding the thread through the hole, already knowing what Sam's answer was.

"Let the ice numb his head for 10 minutes then we'll...you know," John said standing up and shaking his legs off before dipping the needle and thread into the peroxide bottle, making sure it was as clean as it could possibly be, the fact that they had no anaesthetic was bad enough, the kid didn't need an infection on top of that.

"Dad, you sure we're doing the right thing? I'm mean head injuries aren't something you mess with, you told me that."

"I know Dean, but his pupils are equal and they're only gonna do the same thing we plan to, if by tomorrow something still doesn't feel right to you then we'll take him in. I just thought there's no sense in freaking him out with another hospital trip if we don't need to, like you said, he's had enough of that crap."

"Yeah...I guess you're right," Dean nodded looking back to Sam and cupping his cheek that was slightly red from where he slapped too hard.

"He won't hold it against you Dean, besides he was so freaked out he probably won't remember," John said hoping to settle his eldest's guilt.

"Yeah well I always will won't I?" Dean asked rhetorically.

"S'it feel cold enough yet?" John asked moving on.

"Uh, yeah, should be numb," Dean said moving the ice bag and holding Sam's hand as his dad came closer with the needle and thread.

"I'm pretty sure he won't wake up but if he does you need to get ready to hold him," John warned and Dean nodded.

They both held an unconscious breath as John pushed the needle through Sam's skin and out the other end. When he didn't seem to wake up, they let the breaths go and John started on the next small stitch.

~S/D~

Sam's eyes started to twitch 83 minutes later and Dean leaned over the kid and pealed his eyelids back.

When the kid's eyes finally focused and let out a few tears he signed, "Hey, nice to see someone finally awake, how are you feeling Sammy?"

The kid breathed a sigh of relief, he was back, Dean was right there and he was back.

"Sam?"

Sam pushed himself up and gave Dean a tight hug then pulled back.

'Huh, he must be okay,' Dean said to himself, 'no tears and a hug, yup, Sam was okay...hopefully.'

"Hey, how's he doing?" John asked closing the door as he dumped the duffels he didn't bring in earlier, on the floor.

Dean mumbled something John didn't catch so he frowned and Dean repeated, "fine I guess," in a low voice, hating to admit his dad was right.

"Good," John nodded then walked to the bed and sat on the edge where Dean had just moved from.

"How many fingers?" John asked then held up 3 and his thumb, Sam imitated him perfectly with no hesitation, then his hand went up towards his stitches that were pulling on his skin.

"Oh no you don't, leave it alone," John ordered before he grabbed the first aid kit and handed Sam a few pills from inside as well as a glass of water.

With his growing headache Sam took them happily and moved to stand up but Dean stopped him.

"Dinner first, then we'll see about a shower," he said mouthing wide knowing where the kid planned on going, he handed Sam a plate of toast and a glass of milk and sat watching Sam's every move.

By the end of his 'meal' Sam was getting irritated by the constant staring so he looked over at his big brother and glared.

At first Dean was shocked but let out a laugh and tried to lighten the mood but Sam wasn't falling for it, he felt like he was on "Big Brother", no pun intended and it was getting on his last nerve.

John saw the annoyance on the kid's face, it was the same look Dean gave him when he got hurt on a hunt and he was being watched like a hawk. And seeing as Sam was practically growing into a mini Dean he knew Sam was gonna start getting cranky so he picked up the guns bag, dropped it next to his eldest then said, "clean these, I'm gonna go stock up supplies, first aid kits running low," and with that he winked at Sam and left.

~S/D~

"Sammy, bed time," he told the kid who was now bored out of his skull watching the lights of drivers out of the window. Dean had told him he wasn't allowed to watch TV because it might hurt his eyes, he wasn't allowed to do schoolwork because the words might cause a migraine and he wasn't allowed to draw because...well just because Dean 'said so.'

Sam looked over at the clock and groaned loud enough even he felt it, '7:39...what?!'

"I mean it," Dean said sighing to show Sam he wasn't up for the kid's stalling tonight.

Sam huffed, he knew THAT look, so he pulled the covers over himself and closed his eyes trying to ignore the pounding in his head he wasn't telling Dean about.

He flinched hard and fast when he felt a hand on his forehead where it stung.

"Easy Sammy," Dean cooed rubbing the kids arm to settle him before he went back to checking the stitches for the night. He gave Sam a thumbs up telling him they were good then tucked him in tight and went to listen to his walkman till his dad got back.

~S/D~

Dean woke up next to his little brother. He shivered when he noticed he didn't have any covers on and that it was still pitch black and his dad was snoring away in the next bed.

'Guess I fell asleep before getting ready for bed.'

He looked over at Sam hoping he wasn't cold too, he saw a slight calm smile on the kid's face and let out his fear in one breath.

"Sleep tight kiddo," he whispered running a hand through his brothers hair then shrugged off his jeans and got under the covers hoping not to wake Sam up. The kid leaned closer to his big brother in his sleep and looked more peaceful than he had all week.

'Night Deanie,' he smiled.

~S/D~

"And what do you think you're doing?" Dean asked coming out of the bathroom to Sam who was making his bed, and therefore was not laid in it like Dean had ordered.

"What?" Sam asked flashing his angelic eyes.

"In bed, now," Dean said pulling back the covers and making Sam lie down and take his jeans off.

"But the hunt is over," Sam whined huffing in bed.

"And?"

"And, that means we can move on."

"No it doesn't, you hit your head hard and you're not moving from that bed for 3 days at least."

"3 days?!" Sam gasped pulling the tantrum face.

...

"You are really sick young man, so you better stay in that bed for a whole week till I tell you otherwise."

"A week?!"

"Yes a week."

"But mommy I'm bored!"

"Well go to sleep, and stop scratching, or else."

"Yes mommy."

...

"Yes 3 days, it'll be a week if you don't shut up," Dean warned.

"I don't have to shut up, I'm deaf," Sam snapped back feeling mad after that flash in his head.

"Oh...oh shit I didn't mean...Sam I...I'm sorry, I didn't mean it like that, I'm so sorry," Dean stuttered covering his mouth in attempt to not say anything else that would put his overly large foot in his even bigger mouth.

"Sorry," Sam signed ducking his head to his chin.

"Hey, I'm sorry,"Dean corrected lifting Sam's chin so they were eye to eye.

Sam huffed and smiled a little and Dean ruffled his hair being careful of his bandage.

"Can I take a look this morning?" he asked motioning to his head and Sam nodded breezily.

Dean peeled off the square gauze carefully wincing when Sam winced and biting his own lip when Sam bit his.

"Sorry kiddo," he said when it was all off.

"Can I have a look?" Sam asked grinning, 'man he is definitely MY little brother, I don't care what any DNA tests say,' Dean laughed, pulling Sam to his feet and letting him walk to the bathroom mirror.

The kid's grin got even bigger when he saw the stitches. He lifted his hand and was about to poke at it but Dean batted his hand away and gave him a look, "don't touch," he warned grabbing the antiseptic cream and dabbing a bit on the wound then pulling the kid back to the bed where the bandages were and put some fresh gauze over it before tucking Sam in once again.

"You only move to go to the bathroom, capeesh?"

Sam bobbed his head remembering the first day Dean said that to him, it was the first joke he could ever remember making.

"Now go watch some TV or something you goof," he joked sending Sam off to the other room.

....

"Do not touch that car Retta," Allan warned his wife and Sammy giggled when him mommy pouted.

"What do you think I'm gonna do to it?"

"She, not it! Capeesh?"

"Everything apart from capeesh," she grinned back with her hands on her hips.

"My kid's gonna grow up to be a smart ass too huh?"

"He learns from the best, don't-cha Sammy," Retta picked her baby boy up and laughed with him about daddy.

....

"Sam? Are you okay?" Dean asked when he saw Sam sway not seconds ago.

Sam was so out of it he opened his mouth to speak and looked alarmed when barely anything came out.

"Hey, Sam talk to me, what's wrong?"

'I thought he'd grown out of the dizzy spell thing?!'

Sam took a few deep breaths and eventually calmed enough to shrug his shoulders.

Dean had enough of the guessing and crossing his toes that Sam was alright.

"You feeling well enough to talk to me?"

Sam nodded carefully wincing internally over the sharp stab in his head.

The older brother guided his younger sibling to the bed and tucked him in then pulled up a chair dreading this conversation.

"Okay..." Dean grumbled deep in his throat and asked, "I need you to tell me everything that happened last night."

Sam stuttered silently for what felt like hours before looking at his bed sheets and telling Dean, "I hit my head then I don't remember."

'Okay, he couldn't even look me in the eye and tell me that, he's hiding something big time.'

"Sam, I know you're not telling me everything, just talk to me please, I won't be mad I swear."

"Aah...mm..."

"Sam , I promise I won't be mad at you okay, no matter what, just tell me please."

"I...I don't want to," Sam told him gulping down his tears.

"Sam please, just talk to me, you trust me right?"

Sam nodded.

"Well then trust me in saying...I need you to talk to me."

Sam turned bottle white and choked back a sob.

'Okay...time for the words...man I hope your eyes are good kiddo...'

"Sammy, I swear I won't be mad, I just really, really need you to be honest with me."

"I...I had a nightmare...when I was asleep."

"That all?"

Sam nodded as Dean wiped away a few tears.

"You promise?"

Sam nodded again and hoped he wasn't being bad by telling lies to the one person he trusted even more than life itself.

"You wanna talk about your nightmare?"

Sam hesitated, his mind screamed 'YES!!' but he just couldn't, he knew something was wrong and he just didn't want to put that on Dean, just like the voices before, he knew this would go away if he kept it a secret.

"No, I'm okay," he said instead then yawned pretending he was tired.

'Guess he's tired after all...'

"Get some sleep Sammy, no nightmares okay, and I'll be right here if you do have any okay?"

Sam nodded and smiled shuffling a little closer to Dean then closed his eyes knowing he was safe now.

....

"Hey there's a kid back here!"

"Mmooomyyy!! Dadddyyy!!!"

"Oh god poor kid, hey, hey listen kiddo, we're gonna get you out okay, just keep calm."

"NNNOOO!!! MMOOMMYY!!"

"Hey kid can you hear me?!" the fireman asked tapping on the half shattered window.

Sam managed to scrabble out of his seat and crawl on the floor covering his ears and screaming bloody murder.

"Hey kid you're safe okay! We're gonna get you out!"

"MOOMMYYY!! DADDYY!!"

....

"Sam wake up! Sammy!" Dean shook his baby brother who was screaming the place down.

"Dean! What's going on?" John yelled over the screaming as he dropped the shopping bags and ran to his boys.

"He won't wake up! He told me he had a nightmare when he got knocked out and now...he won't wake up!"

"Okay, just take deep breaths Dean, and try to wake him up carefully, we don't wanna make it worse."

"Sam, Sammy wake up okay, just open your eyes it's okay, Sammy listen to me it's okay, we're right here," Dean whispered running his hands through Sam's hair gently.

And sure enough Sam slowed his screams down to whimpers and opened his eyes.

"Hey Sammy, how you feeling?" John asked wanting to check out the kids wound.

"I'm....I'm fine..." Sam gulped... 'Oh god I didn't...oh man this is soooo humiliating!! They're gonna hate me!!'

"Dean step back a sec I just wanna check-"

"Already done it, its fine," Dean told him as he pulled Sam up into his arms.

"Good job son, come on, let's get him cleaned up," John said pulling back the covers and Dean frowned but then sucked in a breath, 'oh Sammy, damn that must'a been one hell of a nightmare.'

"Dean, you with me?"

Dean blinked then looked down at Sam, the kid was trying to stop the tears and was bright red in shame as John tried to help him shuffle out of his wet bottoms.

"Yeah, uh...could you clean him up for me? I need to go out for a sec."

"Dean where are you going?-"

John was sure the one person Sam always wanted was Dean, why would he leave me with cleaning the kid up?

'Oh god...what do I do? I can't fix this! I have no idea what this even is!! The nightmares were getting better...barely a peep for 5 days in a row last week!! And now....'

"He's embarrassed, I know I would be, I think it'll be better if you clean him up, I need to go out...do some research."

"Yeah, okay, I'll see you soon kiddo, I'll take care of Sam I promise."

"Thanks," Dean said then told Sam he was going to leave John to clean him up and Sam did seem to turn a little more pink at that. He made sure one last time Sam was okay with him leaving, then grabbed his jacket and left.

"Come on kiddo, up ya get," John said about to hook his arms under his arms but the kid pushed him away and stood for himself.

As soon as he got to his feet he ran for the bathroom and slammed the door shut and clicked the lock on.

"Damn it!" John yelled, banging his fist on the door and yelled, "Sam! OPEN THE DAMN DOOR! SAM!!" he screamed hoping the kid would hear him just a little.

TBC...