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Chapter 4

Dean paced the hospital waiting room, waiting for news on Sam's condition. He had driven as fast as he could while Sam had continued to loose his fight with consciousness. Sam had made it to the hospital and out of the impala before he blacked out, fortunately for him Dean had been there to catch him.

Dean had managed to get Sam into the ER and yelled for help. Sam had been whisked away and he had been ushered into the waiting room. His hands were still drenched in Sam's blood making other patients' stare at him curiously.

Dean ignored their stares he was too worried about his brother. At first he had just packed Sam up to being tired but this was the second time he had seen the black dog. Dean's curiosity was peaked but he knew that research on the animal could wait until Sam was safely back at the motel.

"Dean Cult?" A nurse stood at the doors to the ER and Dean walked quickly to meet her.

"How is he? How's my brother?" He asked growing pale at her grim expression.

"He's resting comfortably. He lost a lot of blood but we were able to stop the blood loss and gave him a transfusion. You will be able to take him home in an hour or so." She smiled at Dean's relief and led him to Sam's door. She stopped him right before he walked in though her face serious. "What happened Mr. Cult? How did he get glass embedded so far into his hand that we had to cut it open to get it out?"

"What do you mean?" Dean asked raising his eyebrows in surprise.

"You didn't know that he had pieces of glass so deep they were almost to his wrist?" The nurse asked giving him a skeptical look.

"No I didn't!" Dean's stomach lurched at the news. 'Geez I should have kept a closer eye on him.'

"Well his hand needed to be cut open to get all the glass out. He will need the stitches removed in a couple weeks." The nurse allowed Dean to enter his brother's room and walked down the hall to another patient.

"Darling, khaki green isn't your color." Dean teased trying to lighten the mood of seeing his brother lost under a green hospital gown.

Sam looked so small in the hospital bed, lost under all the wires and IV's attached to him. He had a little more color then he had earlier but was still had an unnatural white tone to his cheeks. To make things worse he had black bags sagging under his eyes making him look even worse. If that was possible.

"Well, it beats the blood red covering most of what you're wearing." Sam replied offering his brother a small tired smile.

"Well if you hadn't bled all over the place my shirt would have been the light blue it is supposed to be." Dean teased settling himself down in a chair and scooting as close to Sam's bed as possible.

"Sorry about that. Did I get blood in the car?" Sam asked suddenly looking a little worried.

"Nothing that a wet towel can't pick up. Don't worry about the car, Sammy. I'm worried about you. What the hell were you thinking?" Dean's light tone turned serious as he studied his brother's heavily bandaged hand and wrist.

"I wanted to get rid of the black dog." Sam said fingering his bandages, not daring to look at Dean.

"Do you know they had to cut open your hand to get all the glass out of it Sam? Do you know how serious you hurt yourself?" Dean asked incredulously trying desperately to get Sam to look at him.

"It was pretty stupid of me. I just…I panicked." Sam stopped playing with his bandages and moved on to the bed sheets.

"Yeah great deduction there, genius." Dean snapped sarcastically. "Sam, don't you ever and I mean ever do that again! You scared the shit out of me!"

It was these words that caused Sam to look Dean in the eye. "I did?"

"Well what would you have felt if you found me sitting on a pile of broken glass and literally bleeding to death? Sam for the love of mother and child you passed out in the parking lot, I had to drag your ass in here!" Dean said trying to make Sam see the seriousness of the situation.

"I'm sorry I tried to stay awake." Sam looked suddenly depressed and Dean felt himself deflate like a balloon.

"Sam, that wasn't your fault. You lost too much blood I'm not blaming you for passing out. I'm blaming you for not thinking about the consequences to your actions. Next time you want to break the motel mirror use a shampoo bottle or something."

Sam let out a laugh at this and felt himself relax. No Dean wasn't done being pissed off or worried about him but he wasn't going to kick his ass either. "So when can I get out of here?"

Dean laughed. He and his brother would always agree on one thing. They hated hospitals.

"Ok merry sunshine, back to bed and relax." Dean said helping Sam stumble back into their motel room.

Sam bit back his retort and settled comfortably onto his bed, resting his head against his pillows. He was worn out from the events of the day and didn't bother to argue as Dean pulled down his bed sheets to cover him. "Did you find anything out from your research?"

"Don't worry about that tonight, Sam." Dean said firmly and handing Sam a glass of cold water.

"Dean we need to…" Sam began but was cut off abruptly.

"Not tonight, Sam!" Dean sent his little brother a death glare. "We've been through enough for one day. The thing I want to worry about is this black dog that you keep seeing pop up everywhere. You need to tell me a little bit about it."

"Not much to tell, it's huge almost like an adult bear with really scruffy fur." Sam shrugged and blinked heavily. "It has really big bright yellow eyes and huge teeth."

"Hmmm that's interesting." Dean said rubbing his chin thoughtfully. He glanced at Sam and noticed Sam's eyes blinking slower and he seemed to be having a harder time to keep his eyes open. "Dude, get some sleep. I'll do some research on black dogs and fill you in on what I find in the morning."

"Ok, Dean." Sam slurred already half asleep.

Dean watched as sleep claimed Sam and walked into the bathroom. He had a pile of broken glass and blood to clean up before Sam slipped on it. He didn't want a repeat of the hospital trip that they had today.

Dean sighed as he saw shattered glass had spread all over the floor Sam's blood had stained the counter and sink and had managed to cover part of the floor as well. He picked up a towel and garbage can. He had a lot of work to do.

Piece by piece the shattered glass found its way into the garbage can. It was pain staking slow and after a couple hours and a very extreme sore back he had managed to get every last sliver into the garbage can. Dean wetted the towel and wiped down all the dry blood turning the towel to a watery colored red.

He stretched letting his muscles expand and his backbone popped with satisfaction. He threw the towel into the hamper that the motel provided for them. He glanced at the alarm clock in-between their beds and was surprised to see how late it was. He knew he could get up early and do research on black dogs before Sam woke up. Right now he wanted to sleep, he was too tired to do anything else.

Dean let himself fall onto his bed and was asleep before he even had the chance to pull his blankets over him.

Something was watching him he could feel its eyes locked on him. "Dean, I'm fine leave me alone. I'm just tired." He tried to turn to get away from the piercing eyes but they followed his movement.

A putrid smell was filling the air around him making him gag and cough against the smell. It smelled almost like a hundred fresh rotten corpses, like death. Hot breath was blowing on his face.

Sam's eyes popped open to meet the familiar black beast of a dog, with one change. The eyes were no longer yellow but a glowing bright red. A moment later it was gone leaving behind the smell of death and something else. It took Sam a moment to recognize it but when he did it chilled him to the core. Sulfur.