Hey guys! I'm sorry for being so late, but this weekend was a music festival in my city and I stayed there all day so I couldn't write anything.

Thanks for your reviews! And I know that Sammy wouldn't probably ignore his brother so much, but I wanted to emphasize how unhealthy was Sam's obsession over Lilith was and how that could get Dean killed for real.

I hope you'll like the next chapter! :)

Chapter 3

The plane landed easily and Sam was brought back to reality. It was past midnight and he was so tired. He looked at Dean, who didn't even move when the plane landed and it was pretty weird because he knew his brother was terrified of airplanes. Sam shook his brother lightly.

"What?" Dean was feeling pretty bad and the hand of his brother so close to his back made the situation pretty worse.

"We've arrived." Sam tried to keep everything simple and hoped that Dean didn't remember their previous encounter. Sammy felt ashamed of what he'd said to his brother.

Dean thought of the possibility of carrying his own duffle bag, but he wasn't in the shape of carrying anything. Even his body felt weak and heavy. So he decided to take of his "I'm invincible" mask. "Can you take mine too?" Sam looked at him and he took the other bag wordlessly.

Sam couldn't help but worry about his brother's health. After everything, it was clear that something was very wrong with Dean. Sam could observe how Dean's jaw was clenched, how he moved very carefully and he was really limping. The young hunter also knew that his brother was feeling bad enough to decide to ask Sam to carry his bag. Sam couldn't wait to get out of that airport and check his brother for any injuries.

They were almost at the exit of the airport when Dean decided to shut off all the pain he was having. He tried to think of anything else and followed Sam without questioning.

"There's Bobby!" Sam shouted to Dean, happy to see the elder man waiting for them near the exit. He ran towards Bobby, leaving Dean behind without realizing it.

When Dean heard his brother's shout, he suddenly stopped, loosing Sammy from his eyesight and he started searching for the two of them. Then a sudden flash of pain surrounded him. His flesh was burning on his back, he couldn't breathe and he was dizzy as hell. All of a sudden, his hurt leg gave up and he fell on the cold floor of the arrivals terminal, darkness surrounding him.

"Oh my God! He fainted!" There was a shout coming from a woman who looked terrified.

Sam turned to see what was happening when his heart started beating faster and faster. On the floor, near that woman, was his brother's unconscious figure. He started to run towards Dean with Bobby behind him.

"What did you do to him, lady?" Bobby asked the woman, while Sam knelt beside his brother.

"Nothing, I swear. I just touched his back, that's all."

Then sudden realization hit Sam hard. All those hours since the hunt, Dean was hurt and he didn't even think once about his brother. It was his fault. But he didn't have time to think about that now. He had to help Dean. Sam put two fingers on Dean's neck and there was a faint but steady pulse.

"Help me get him up, Bobby."

Bobby took his eyes off the lady and helped Sam. His hand was on Dean's back when Sam spoke. "Be careful, I think he might have a bad injury on his back." Bobby swore and tried not to put pressure on Dean's back.

When they arrived at Bobby's truck, both men were slightly panting. Even though Dean was only muscle and bone, he was heavy and while he was unconscious, he was heavier. They both put Dean on the backseat of the car and hopped on. Silently, Bobby started the engine and took off to his house.

"How did this happen?" Bobby was nervous and Sam knew it.

"We were hunting a wendigo when Dean told me to wait for him 'cause he was going to finish the creature. But I didn't realize that something was wrong with him until we landed here…"

"You… I can't fucking believe this! Have you even looked at your brother? Really looked? He's pale like a sheet of paper and his… Jesus! He's sick and everyone can see that from miles!"

Sam felt even guiltier after hearing Bobby. "But he said that he didn't need help with the wendigo. I figured that was too easy to require both of us… I don't understand how he got hurt."

Bobby hit the steering wheel with one hand when he heard Dean's ragged breaths. The boy was getting worse and his brother was a fool.

"That wendigo was very dangerous you idjit! Dean wanted to protect you!"

Realization hit Sam harder. It was typically of Dean. Dean always wanted to protect him, to put Sam over anything. Sam felt his heart clench. He saw Dean's limp and his grimaces and he did nothing. He knew that Dean lied about his injuries all the time, but Sam decided to trust Dean's 'I'm fine'. It was such a stupid thing to do.

They entered Bobby's parking a few minutes later and they jumped out of the car to get Dean. The older hunter was still unconscious and Sam wondered if it was a good or a bad sign. They lifted Dean's motionless form and carried him towards the house where they laid him on the kitchen table with his back upwards.

"I'm gonna get what we need. You stay with him, Sam."

Then Bobby went to get the first aid kit, sighing. These boys were like his own and he hated the moments when one of them was getting hurt. But that time was worse because Sam ignored his brother, probably focused on that damn demon called Lucifer. Bobby could almost recall a conversation he had with Dean about Lilith, right after the hunter got out of the pit.

"I don't want to fucking find Lilith, for God's sake! I don't even care about her, but it seems that this is Sam's most important thing on his to do list!"

Dean was shouting and Bobby immediately knew what he meant. 'He thought that Lilith was more important for Sam than him.'

"But she's the one who got you in the pit, Dean. We might at least try and find her."

"You start to sound exactly like Sam! I got out of the pit and the first thing I hear is 'Let's hunt down Lilith' from Sam. I got out and you both know that no one ever got out of the pit. But no, Lilith is more important." Dean hit the coffee table with his hand. He has been back for almost two weeks and he had barely seen his brother, who was always out somewhere.

"Oh boy. You know very well that Sam wants to get revenge for what she did to you." Bobby tried to calm Dean even though he was also angry with Sam for the exact same thing. But he didn't want to say anything.

"But I don't give a damn about revenge and I was the one sent to Hell. So why does he?"

Bobby entered the kitchen with the kit and saw the worry on Sam's face. It warmed his heart, knowing that the brothers still cared for one another despite the last events. They took off Dean's jacket and then he took the scissors and cut open Dean's shirt. They were both horrified when they saw the big gashes on the boy's back. They were deep and some of them looked infected.

"Oh, shit. It's bad." Sam whispered, holding his breath. If he hadn't only ignored his brother on their way here, everything would have been better. He cared much more about finding Lilith than about his own brother. And now Dean was possibly dying.

"You don't say, boy."

A soft moan came from Dean and Sam and Bobby were near him instantly.

"Sammy?"

"Yeah, Dean, I'm here."

"Okay?"

Sam instantly knew that Dean was asking him if he was alright. "Yup, I'm okay. Now let's get you fixed."

Bobby smiled when he heard Dean's question. Of course Dean would firstly make sure that his little brother was alright. It was like a second nature to Dean.

"Hurts… breathing." And it really hurt. Dean wanted just to go back to sleep.

"I know boy, your ribs are probably bruised or worse. But we need to fix this back of yours. Sam, go get a pillow and put it under his chest."

Bobby looked in the kit. There was no painkiller. They were so lucky. "And a bottle of whiskey!"

Sam came back with what he asked and pulled the pillow under his brother's chest. Dean felt a little bit better even though everything hurt.

Bobby opened the whiskey bottle. "Let's help him up a little bit."

Sam didn't complain and helped Dean into a sitting position, trying not to freak out when he saw his brother's pained face.

The man put the whiskey bottle near Dean's lips and said, "Drink up boy. No painkillers left."

The younger hunter started to panic. It was bad if they had no painkillers left. That meant that Dean would feel everything. He would be in an enormous pain all because of him. But Dean didn't complain and tried to reassure Sammy.

Bobby stopped Dean when the bottle was half empty and when the hunter's eyes were glassy and he couldn't sit without help. Then, they put Dean again with his back up and Bobby took the rubbing alcohol.

"Sam, put this in his mouth." Sam did as instructed and practically gagged Dean, who didn't even register what was happening to him.

"This is gonna hurt, boy."

This is it for now!

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