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Okay... guys... sorry... it's short and nothing special... and I'm late...

School is a bitch... sry... I'm just able to write on Saturday's right now...

I hope I'll be able to continue...

Lost

"God Sammy..." Dean inspected the deep wound on Sam's shoulder, wincing when his little brother did. "Fuck..." He looked down on Sam's knee, that was also bleeding, though it looked not as bad, but painful nevertheless. It could wait.

"Dean" Sam's voice sounded thin... scared. "Where are we?"

"What?" Dean questioned, though he didn't sound really interested. There was still dust in his brother's wounds. He needed to clean them. He needed to know whether the stones that hit his little brother had also fractured the bones. "Sammy... can you move your arm?"

"Damn it... Dean..." Sam tried to get Dean's hand of his shoulder, without actually losing his own grip on the older brother. "Do you know where we are?"

"Sammy..." For the first time Dean looked into his little brother's pain-filled eyes. "No... actually... oh... darn.."

"Dean..." Sam's legs gave in, a feeling of nausea raising in his stomach. God... it hurts.

"Sam" Dean panicked. His brother was hurt badly and they were lost. Running away in the desert was dumb. Even if they found that ghost town again, he wouldn't know on which side of the town they were, since every ruin looked pretty much the same there.

And Sam was indeed too weak to walk on his own, not even able to stand on his leg.

"We need to go to the car." Sam tucked on his brother's sleeve. "We have to be back before dusk."

"Have you lost your mind? How do you want to make it... I mean.. you don't look so good, Sammy." Dean tucked his brother against him, his arm around Sam's waist. "And I don't think you're in for me giving you a piggyback. You're not able to walk with that knee... are you?"

"I don't know... I can try." Sam mumbled, slurring.

"Don't be silly." Dean lowered Sam to the ground gently, before he got one of the plastic bottles out of the duffel, handing it to his little brother, after opening it. "Drink something... you look like your gonna puke... again."

"Thanks" Sam nodded, taking a sip, while Dean tried to get the material of Sam's jeans of Sam's knee. Sam grunted, covering his eyes with a hand.

"I don't think we'll make it to the car like this till dusk... we need to think about something else, Sammy." Dean gripped Sam's good arm firmly, tucking him upright. "Hold on kiddo. No talking back."

Sam didn't even roll his eyes, when he suddenly was on his brother's back, his good arm around Dean's neck, he just let his head fall against his brother's shoulder, trying to get rid of the dizziness.

"Don't pass out on me." Dean sounded just as worried as he was. He didn't even try to hide it, while he shouldered the duffel, avoiding Sam's left shoulder.

"What are we gonna do now, Dean?" Sam asked, cradling his arm against his chest, tears of pain in his eyes.

"We'll search for the ghost town at first and afterwards we'll try to get to the car..." Dean knew that that was a plain lie. They had been running quite a while, changing directions. Dean didn't even know whether they were going in the town's direction.

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"Dean... stop." Sam whispered after an hour... they were really lost... both of the brothers could tell... Dean immediately obeyed, getting his brother down on the ground. Sam was white like a sheet, when he spilled his guts.

"Damn it, Sammy." Dean shook his head, moving his hands gently through his brother's hair. He was out of breath... His little brother was heavy. "You have to stop that shit. You're gonna get dehydrated."

"My shoulder hurts, Dean." Sam whimpered. He needed something against the pain... so badly...

"Okay... we need to find a shelter." Dean scooped his brother up again. "We can't risk to get too far away from the town. Dad will find us, Sammy." Dean reassured his brother.

"We can't spend the night out here... that's suicide." Sam fisted his brother's shirt, trembling.

"I'm not able to drag you around any further, kiddo, and we're really lost out here." Dean spotted a little cave. "We're gonna stay here... dad's gonna find us."

"Dean.. please... try to find the car alone..." Sam swallowed, biting his lip hard. "Just leave me here and pick me up later."

"Yeah... you really think I'd do that?" Dean asked, mocking his brother, entering the little shelter, setting Sam down. The younger brother squirmed in pain.

God... I hope here are no snakes.

"No... I don't think you would..." Sam squeezed his eyes shut, trying to get rid of the pain. "Thanks for that Dean." His voice was barley over a whisper.

"Let me take a look at you." Dean gently lifted Sam's shirt. His brother's shoulder looked terrible. It still spilled a lot of blood.

"Sam... I have to clean it..." Dean announced, biting his lip... He fetched a bottle of water and let Sam take a gulp. Then Dean got out of his shirt, wrapping it around his hand. Sam whimpered, closing his eyes and turned his head away from his wounded shoulder.

Dean pressed the shirt against Sam's shoulder. Sam winced in pain and when the older brother pulled the cloth away, it came back covered with a mix of dust and blood.

It took Dean several minutes to get the wound clean. He couldn't look at Sam's face. The young teen's eyes were filled with tears, his face white like the shirt had been. "Please Dean... stop." Sam's pleaded, a lone tear escaping his eyes.

"I'm almost done..." Dean thumbed away the tear gently. "You're doing great kiddo... But I need to get the dust out of the wound... We can't risk an infection... okay?"

Sam nodded weakly, fisting the leg of Dean's jeans tighter.

"I'm sorry Sammy..." Dean apologized about five minutes later, after wrapping the wound.

Sam just nodded again, the pain visible in his face. "What are we gonna do now?"

"I'm gonna take a look at the probably fractured knee of yours... afterwards... we'll wait for dad to pick us up." Dean looked at the sky what was barley visible from the little cave. It was getting dark. "We'll have to put on our warm clothes, too..." Dean squeezed the skin on Sam's knee gently. "It's not that bad. Nothing's broken... The wound can wait, it's not as deep as the wound on your shoulder." He didn't want to cause his brother further pain.

Sam nodded, relieved.

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"Sam... come here..." Dean gently tucked on the sleeve of Sam's thick jacket.

The younger brother was trembling like mad. He looked at Dean, like he wanted to make sure that this was a serious offer. When he couldn't find any irony, Sam scooted over to his big brother, nestling down in his brother's chest, one of Dean's legs supporting his weight against his back, Dean's other leg under his own legs. "It's so cold..."

"I know." Dean slowly began to panic. He looked at the water bottle which was already starting to freeze. He hugged Sam closer, covering his little brother up with the empty duffle bag. "Don't fall asleep, kiddo." Dean opened his jacket, tucking the edges around his brother, so Sam could bury himself even closer.

Sam opened his eyes, but couldn't hold them open for long. "Dean... I'm scared... dad won't..." Sam's voice broke and his body shuddered, a tremor shaking his body.

"No Sammy... dad's gonna find us... I promise... hey Sam..." Dean nudged his brother. "Sammy..."

"Sammy." Dean raised his voice, just too realize that Sam was out cold. "Damn it Sammy..." Dean touched Sam's forehead with his own. "Don't do that to me..." Dean desperately rubbed his brother's shoulder and waist, trying to warm Sam up. "Don't leave me, Sammy."

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