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I did not think I would make it to write another chapter this fast, but I could skip work yesterday and had learned enough for a history test already, so I had some free time just for this chapter.

So here it is:
Chapter 4..

All mistakes are mine & this is unbeta'd

Disclaimer: See Chapter One

And I am not a medic, so sorry for all medical errors, this is just fiction!

Enjoy!

The unsaved people

will be cast into

utter darkness forever.
-Tim LaHaye

Sam lay on the floor. He was breathing heavily. It was so damn hard to get oxygen and it hurt like nothing he ever experienced before.

He was bleeding and a big puddle of blood was building underneath him. He was hurting so bad. His hands were trembling with pain and he could barely focus. His mind was blurry and he had tears in his eyes. Tears of pain. Tears of being all alone in a motel room with his intestines sticking out of him.

He felt nauseous. And he did not know if it came from the image of himself right now or from his really bad injuries.

He knew he was dying and he would meet Lucifer again soon just to come back. He did not want to meet the devil ever again. It was one of his greatest fears. But it did not seem to end well. Actually it was nothing short of a miracle that he was still conscious.

And lying here on the floor of some crappy motel room dying, bleeding, crying in pain, barely able to think at all, Sam wanted just one person besides him.

He knew it was maybe childish to be this dependent on one person as a grown up man. He knew that this did not want anything to do with him right now, but right now he just wanted Dean, he just needed Dean.

Dean finally reached is aim. He made it in nineteen hours instead of in twenty, but he just needed to be with Sam so badly.

"Sammy, I hope you are doing all right." he muttered to himself as he looked at the motel his brother was staying at. It was not too hard to find the motel Sam was staying it, because this Holiday Inn was the only motel in the area, which Sam could have gone to. Dean knew Sam after all.

It was a really sleazy motel, even sleazier than the motels they usually stayed at and it seemed pretty abandoned.

This impression proofed right as Dean walked in the motel. There was no one around not even the motel clerk and just one room key was gone, this meant that just one room was occupied and this meant that Dean already knew which room Sam stayed at.

Maybe Sam chose this motel because it was this abandoned, because Sam wanted to be alone. Sam could get really moody and emo after all and he even thought of himself as dangerous and wanted probably stay away from anybody who could get in danger because of him. And this was just crap, because Sam may have done some shit, but he never did it intentionally and he would never hurt somebody intentionally without a reason. Maybe he wanted to be alone, because Lucifer followed him around. Oh god, Lucifer followed him around. Probably tormented him and Dean left him alone!

Dean had to go to Sam and particular ran to his little brother's room.

He knocked on the door.

"Sam, are you there?"

No answer. He knocked again. Dean just knew that Sam was in this room, even if it was possible that Sam was somewhere else, so he knocked and hoped Sam would open.

"Sam, open that door or I will break it down."

Sam still lay on the floor. Where else could he have gone? Every slight movement aggravated the gaping hole in his abdomen, even the trembling, which was caused by his pain, aggravated his pain even more. It was a deadly cycle. He felt cold and painful and tired and confused and nauseous and was in shock.

He asked himself how long he would still lie here until he was dead and he felt sorry for the motel owner who would have to clean up here once Sam has left. After Ruby made him break the last seal he knew she was evil and now she proofed it again. Fucking demon. If he could just make his pain stop!

And then he heard knocking and a voice. A voice, he would recognize under thousand of voices. Was it really there? Or was the pain making him hallucinate? Probably it was the pain. Why should Dean be here? They split up. But he wanted to be irrational, wanted to believe that his big brother came to save him like he used to when they still were okay.

He held on to the hope that Dean really was here.

With a small, quiet voice full of pain he stuttered a weak "Dean…"

Dean was still standing at the outside of Sam's motel room. And then he heard a small voice full of pain, which belonged to his brother.

"Oh God, Sammy." He screamed.

He never heard his brother speak with such a weak pained voice. He sounded like he was barely hanging on, like his life was on a line which was about to break. Sam sounded so near the verge of death. It hurt Dean to hear his brother wincing in pain so bad and Dean just wondered what the hell happened. He had to get in there and help his brother, because it was so obvious that his brother was injured with some bad injuries, otherwise he never would speak Deans name like he just did. Why had Dean's gut feelings to turn real all the time?

"Sammy. I am kicking the door in, okay? No matter what is wrong, just hang on. I am coming. You will be okay, you hear me?" soothed Dean his brother. He had to give Sam something to hold on, so he would not let go, while he kicked the door in.

And who cared about the damage he did to the door? He had to get to his brother, damnit!

When the door was down, Dean could finally enter Sam's Room and what he saw took his breath away.

He saw a lot of stuff in his life, a lot of ugly and bad stuff and did a lot of bad and cruel stuff in hell and therefore he had an iron stomach, but this sight just made him nauseous.

There lay his baby brother, the one he particular raised, broken in a puddle of his own blood on the floor, three corpses where in the room (but they were not important right now), Sam's shirt was torn and his intestines were sticking out of a gaping whole in his abdomen. He could look at his brother's intestines. Nothing was crueler than that sight. No torture in hell was worse than seeing his own brother like this. Just looking made him tear up and want to puke.

"God… Sammy..." he cried out with a broken voice.

Muhahaha…

This was chapter 4.. I hoped you like it

Poor, poor Sammy!

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