As the shot rang out and glass from the window shattered, Sam dropped to the floor with his hands over his head. He waited for another shot, but none came.

"Dean! You okay?" Sam yelled out as he started to get up.

"Yeah, you?" Dean replied getting up holding his left shoulder.

"What's wrong with your arm? Did that shot get you?" he asked walking over toward him.

"Nah, I'm fine. It's just a graze."

"Here, sit down and let me get the first-aid kit."

Sam walked over and grabbed the kit out of the duffel bag and walked back over to Dean and waited for him to take off his jacket.

As he was patching up the graze, he kept trying to say something to Dean about what just happened, but every time he opened his mouth, nothing came out. His tongue wouldn't form the words.

As he tried again to from the words, Dean beat him to it. "I'm sorry, Sam." Dean said as he got up and started pacing.

"Sorry for what?" Sam asked as he started to pack the kit back up.

"For being an idiot! I was just going to leave you here and go get some air cause I got mad. And you would have been left here with a psycho killer on your hands. Plus the spree killer out there!"

"One, it was as much my fault Dean. I mean I did hide it from you. And Two, it was the same person."

"Same person? Who was the same person?" Dean asked confused.

"Whoever is, I guess you would call it stalking? The one that is doing all this is the one that just shot at us."

"What? How do you know?"

"Cause they just sent me a text," Sam said holding up his phone revealing the text.

"Fuck!" Dean yelled as he punched the wall.

"Dean, calm down, okay?"

Dean kept pacing for about two more minutes before he turned to Sam and asked what the text had said.

"Uh, 'Hello, Sam. Hope you didn't get hurt by my bullet. Let's just say it's a warning. I'm watching you, and if you try and leave this town, even this hotel, I will kill you. Say hi to your brother for me. Until next time…'"

"Dude, you know if this wasn't so serious I would be laughing my ass off!" Dean said giving a little laugh.

"Thanks, Dean. Nice to know you find this funny," he replied sarcastically.

"Come on Sammy. How many men can say they have a psycho killer stalking them? I bet your one of the first," Dean said trying to lighten the mood of things.

"Dean, all kidding aside, what are we gonna do about this. I mean this person is obviously serious…" Sam said trailing off at the end.

Sam hoped Dean didn't catch the desperation in his voice. He was scared, he hated to admit it, but he was. At first he just thought it was some kind of joke or something, but it kept getting more serious by the hour. I mean whoever this was had just shot at them.

He wanted know that Dean would take care of things like he always did, but he didn't want to just flat out ask it. Then he would be letting Dean know that he was terrified about what was going on and he didn't want that. He just wanted to know if he was going to be okay. He just wanted to know if Dean would stop this person and save him like Dean was always doing.

Dean looked at Sam, reading his eyes before answering. "Don't worry about it, Sammy. I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

Even though Dean knew that he was scared now, which Sam knew Dean would have picked up on immediately after he looked into his eyes, Sam felt safer. Even though he didn't want Dean to know, he still felt better knowing that Dean was going to take care of things like he always did and always would.

AN: Okay i kno cheezy ending for this chapter, but it gets better in the next chapter i promise! thnx again for all the wonderful reviews they keep me into writing the next chapter! again thnx for readin n please review! hope you like the story so far. n im workin on making the chapters longer i promise!