Dean was a beaten, bloody mess; his grass green eyes swollen closed, face unrecognizable. He was unconscious, beaten that way by the two demons. He had tried to be a smartass, tried not to cry out. But when one of them held him by the throat while the other viciously wrenched on his broken wrist he screamed horribly and succumbed to the beckoning darkness. The beating had continued. Dean was oblivious to the pain. Now he was gurgling, chin to chest, as blood was clogging his throat from a punctured lung. His blood ran down his face, onto his shirt and down his chest. His pulse was weakening and his heart was struggling just to beat.

Satisfied with their handiwork, the demons sat silently in broken, dusty chairs and awaited the arrival of the dark haired psychic hunter. They had been ordered to kill both of the hunters- the brothers Winchester.

The demons stood from their chairs as they heard the crash of the breaking front door.

"He's here." They said in unison. Sam stalked into the room; his eyes and body ablaze with the wild green light of his power.

"I'll kill you both for hurting my brother!" he menaced. The bigger of the two demons advanced on Sam. With a wave Sam threw him into a nearby wall, stirring a cloud of dust. The second demon advanced but never had the chance to touch Sam as it was lifted into the air telekinetically by a furious young hunter.

"You'll pay hell for hurting him!" Sam ground out as power surged into the room; the green light glowing brighter. Sam roared and the demon was forcibly pulled from the man's body, still held captive in the light. Sam lowered the dazed man to his feet as black demon smoke writhed near them.

"Get the hell out of here, now!" Sam yelled at the man. He ran. He turned on the disembodied demon, pointing a finger at it. Green light shot from his finger tip and incinerated the demon, a fine ash floating to the dust covered floor. The second demon had regained its bearings and came up behind Sam, pinning his arms. It was ineffective. Sam simply allowed the light to grow. It encompassed him and the man, glowing white now as the demon was ripped from the man's body. The confused man let go of Sam and staggered, falling to his knees as the demon smoke burst into flames. The white light subsided but Sam's eyes remained active.

"Run. Get out of here. Now!" Sam said, pulling the man to his feet. He ran. Sam rushed to Dean's side where he sat bound to the chair. He was a mess. Sam knelt.

"Dean?" He touched his brother's blood streaked face, stroking a cheek gently. "Dean, please." Dean gurgled, blood bubbling from the corner of his mouth to ooze down his chin.

"Oh God." Tears welled in Sam's expressive green eyes as he felt Dean's weakening pulse. "Come on man. You can't leave me." Sam used a flick of his wrist to untie the rope at Dean's wrists and ankles, not even touching it. It fell to the floor and Dean slumped in Sam's arms, a breath rattling through him. Sam gently laid him on the dusty wooden floor. He lifted his head slightly and turned it to the side as Dean coughed raggedly, more blood coming up. Then his breathing stopped.

"Please, Dean." Sam sat back on his heels close to Dean. He bowed his head, his eyes once more taking on their glow. The glow turned from green to a pure, healing white energy that encompassed both of the Winchesters in warmth. The blood ceased flowing, returning to the various wounds from where it came. The awful injuries mended themselves perfectly. No trace of blood remained on Dean's skin or clothes. The light faltered for a second as Sam gasped; then grew again on his deep breath. The worst of Dean's injuries was just a scratch, his ribs and wrist healed perfectly. The injuries now were borne by Sam. He reeled, standing and stumbling backwards to fall to the floor a few feet from Dean. His face was twisted in agony as his eyes, now glowing white, pulsed with energy. The wounds he'd taken from his brother glowed brightly and disappeared, leaving nothing behind. Sam howled in agony.

"AAAAAHHHHHHHGGGHHHH! Uhhhhh…" Sam collapsed to the floor, stirring dust. He was pale, unmoving, as Dean groaned. The air stilled in the room; the light giving way to darkness and quiet.

The older hunter watched as the house was lit up by an intense white light briefly, and then faded to darkness. He was worried about the two young hunters whom over the years had become like nephews to him. He left the car and cautiously approached the house where he'd seen two very scared big men flee at a dead run from a few minutes earlier. He made his way through the gaping hole where the front door had been, seeing nothing of his young friends.

As he entered a dark room off to the right he pulled his flashlight from his pocket. Hearing a groan he flicked it on, shining it on Dean's moving form a few feet in front of him. Bobby rushed to Dean's side as he pushed himself up on his elbows. He blinked.

"Bobby? What're you doing here?"

"Sam called me after you got taken. You alright?"

"Yeah. Sam?"

"Sam?" Bobby yelled. "He's here someplace. He destroyed the demons."

"Sammy?!" Dean stood, just as Bobby's light flicked over Sam's unmoving form.

"Sammy!" Dean was at his side. Sam was lying on his side in a heap, covered in dust. There were no outward signs of injury. Dean lifted Sam's head and shoulders, cradling him. He felt hot. Sam's head lolled over Dean's forearm, eliciting a choked sob from Dean.

"God Sammy, what did you do?" he felt for a pulse, finding it barely noticeable. Sam's breathing was shallow and irregular.

"Damn, Bobby. He needs a hospital." Bobby moved to grasp Sam's legs. "I've got him Bobby. You drive." Dean cradled Sam to his chest, one strong arm under his legs at the knee, the other wrapped around his muscled back and shoulders. Sam's head fell back against Dean's shoulder as he stood under the weight with a grunt.

"You'll be okay, Sammy." He followed Bobby to the Impala. As Bobby opened the back door, Dean laid his baby brother across the seat. He went around and got in the other side, again moving Sam so that his head and shoulders were in his lap. Bobby moved Sam's feet and closed the door. Getting behind the wheel Bobby fired the engine and they took off towards Leesburg Hospital. Dean stroked locks of Sam's now darker hair back from his closed eyes.

"You hold on." He whispered, brushing a gentle thumb over Sam's forehead.