A/N: I didn't intend to update today! But I figured it's not fair to keep you waiting! You guys have been really supportive; I couldn't do that to you! :D
I just hope you enjoy it! Or better, I hope you don't wish me a slow and painful death! :D

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Sam's stomach had clenched. "What.. What do you mean?" his tone wasn't above a whisper. "Please, Bobby. Please tell me he's fine."

Bobby was silent for so long that Sam thought he'd hung up, but then he talked; his voice dark and sad. "I wish I could."

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Sam was sure he had a heart attack, or he might have just died, he wasn't sure. All he knew was that he couldn't breathe; he couldn't think; he couldn't talk. Time had stopped and his worst nightmare was coming true; happening right in front of his eyes.

'What have I done?' was the only phrase he could think about.

"He was in a car accident, two month ago." Bobby explained quietly.

"Two-"

"Yeah, apparently a few hours after you left. The good thing is he'd gotten rid of those heads in the truck before the accident."

Somehow Sam didn't care about it at all. Who cares what the cops find if Dean wasn't alive. But wait, how did Bobby know about it if - "Wait.. How -.. Good? Why?"

"Sam?"

"Dean is- Bobby, where?" Funny, it seemed like his brain had stop functioning. He couldn't even make a proper sentence.

"He's here with me."

"What?" Sam all but shouted. "I thought... You said it's too late. You said he wasn't fine. I thought he's -"

"Dead?" Bobby finished for him. "Oh no, boy. He's not. Sorry if I scared you." Bobby didn't really feel too bad, though. "But.. You can't say he's fine. He's far from it."

Sam's eyes filled with tears. He wasn't sure if it was because he was happy to know Dean was still alive or because he was too frightened to hear Bobby's next words. "I'll be there in a few hours."

"No." Bobby said hastily. "I mean, well, I'd love to see you and I'm sure Dean would love to have you around, especially after these two months, but.. I- I don't think he's ready."

"Bobby, for God's sake, what the hell is going on. Just tell me what's wrong with him? Why isn't he fine? What happened to him in that accident? Why isn't he ready to see me?"

"Because he can't see you." Bobby replied quietly.

"What do you mean he can't see me? Is he that mad at me?"

"No. That's not the reason."

"Then what?"

"Dammit, he's lost his vision in that accident." Bobby almost shouted.

For Sam it was like getting hit with bucket of ice cold water. 'Dean had lost his vision?' God. No, nononono. It'll kill him. He probably hates me. It's all my fault. God, No. Please let it be a dream. A nightmare. Please, let me wake up.' Sam was shaking in fear. And then he heard the voice he craved to hear for the last two months.

"Bobby? Who are you talking to?" Trust Dean to choose the worst moment to show up.

"Dean." Sam whispered to himself.

"Ah-" on the other side Bobby seemed to feel uncertain. "It's-"

"Bobby." Dean sounded irritated. "You were talking about me. Who's it?"

"Dean, calm down. It's- It's Sam." He finally uttered.

"Sam?" Sam could hear the definite change in Dean's tone. "Is he alright? O God, what's wrong, Bobby? He's in a hospital, isn't he? That's why he's calling. You shouldn't have told him about me. He doesn't need to know. You go if he needs you, it's not lik-"

"Dean. Whoa. Would you let me talk, too?" Bobby cut him off.

Sam fought the urge to scream, after everything that had happened to Dean, he was still worried for Sam. And to make things worse he thought Sam had called because he needed something; not that Sam could blame him; what kind of brother would do what Sam had done?

"He's fine." Bobby's voice was back. "He's called to ask about you." he informed Dean.

"Let me talk to him." Dean demanded.

"You sure?"

"Just give me that damn phone."

"Alright." Sam could almost hear Bobby shrugging.

"Sam?" Dean sounded unsure.

Sam's heart ached as he felt how stricken his brother sounded. 'What have I done?'

"Sammy?"

"Hey Dean. Yeah, it's me."

Dean let out a sigh of relief. "You alright?"

"I'm just fine. Dean, listen-"

"You sure you're fine? You sound-"

"I'm good, Dean. Just- Dean, I'm sorry. I'm SO sorry. I don't know what to say or do or-"

"Sam, stop. I know you were angry, but I did what I had to do. And if you're sorry because I'm blind or -... Just don't. I don't need your pity, Sam."

"Dean, no. It's not what you think." How could he fix 'this one'? "I didn't even know about your accident. And, damn, I should've known. But.. I couldn't call because I... Well, I just couldn't call; you know me. But it's been a while and I regret what I did. You were right, Dean. I know why you did it and like I told Bobby, if she was any monster, I'm not sure I could let her walk away."

Dean was silent on the other end of the line but a smile figured on his face.

"Dean? I'm truly sorry. And I know it's too little too late and... Umm, kinda lame. But-"

"It's OK, Sammy. It's not like I'm dead or anything. You just be safe out there, OK? I'm not there to have your back and I know you've been doing just fine the past two months but I can't help worrying. So, promise me you won't do anything stupid." Now he sounded just like when they were kids and Dean wouldn't let Sam out of his sight for fear that something might get him.

"What are you talking about? Dean, I'm not gonna just walk away and keep hunting. I'm coming to Bobby's place."

"Are you nuts? What can you do here? I told you I don't want-"

"My pity, yeah. What if it's not pity?"

"I don't need your guilt, either." he still could read Sam like an open book.

"I'm not gonna leave you alone, Dean. Not again."

"I'm not alone and there's nothing you can do for me, now." A hint of bitterness tinged Dean's voice.

'I know. I'm too late. It was already too late from the beginning of this little show.' Sam thought ruefully. "I need to see you. Please?"

Dean pondered for a few seconds before giving up. He wanted to see Sam, too. OK, maybe seeing wasn't an option anymore, but he still could feel his presence and that'd lessen his anguish. "I'll be here."

Sam sighed in relief, he didn't know what he'd do if Dean didn't want him there. "Thanks, man. I'm not far away. I'll be there shortly."

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... TBC ...

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A/N: You're not too disappointed, are you? !

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