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Dean slowly shut the bathroom door behind him, giving Sam his privacy. He flinched at the sound of Sam gagging himself. Needing to get away from the heart wrenching sound without leaving entirely, Dean trudged to one of the beds and slumped down onto it. He stared at the wall in front of him. Eyes darting to his surroundings-the second bed, the tv, the poor excuse of a dinner table, his and Sam's duffel bags-anything to get his mind off of the recent events. Then his eyes fell downward. Right onto the empty orange bottle. Naked, without its lid and pills inside, it taunted Dean. Empty. And suddenly, the aching in Dean's chest when from bad to worse. Breathing became harder. His eyes filled up once again and tears poured out to join the dried ones on his cheeks. What the fuck just happened? If I hadn't gotten here when I did Sam would be-

A shrilling rock song broke through the silent air. Dean jumped at the suddenly added vibration in his jean's pocket. A phone call. Dean didn't have time for a phone call. What was he supposed to say to this person, whoever it was. 'Hi, my brother just tried to kill himself. Can I call you back?'. My brother just tried to kill himself. God, those words should not even be in a sentence together. Ever

Not caring whose name was appearing on the front screen, Dean opened the phone and put it against his ear. "Hello?" His voice was quiet, ragged and pain was ever so evident.

"Dean?! Is that you? Where are you? Did you get to Sam? I think somethings wrong!" Bobby's voice yelled into the phone.

"Yeah. I'm with him." Dean's voice came out with no emotion. He was hurt, broken and confused. That doesn't sit well with Dean Winchester.

"Is he ok? He called me."

"He did? What did he say?"

Bobby sighed, and Dean could practically picture the old hunter running his large hand over his face. "I could tell something was very wrong. His voice was slurred and he was rambling on. Sayin' things that didn't make sense. He kept repeating that 'this will be better' and to tell you that he loved you and thank you for always taking care-"

"He tried to kill himself." Dean cut off the old hunter. No longer able to stand to listen to Sam's attempt at "last words". "He tried to-" Dean started to repeat himself, but it came out as a sob in the end.

"Jesus."

All Dean could do was cry.

"I'm on my way Dean. I left the house right after talking to Sam. I'll be there as soon as I can."

"Ok." It was all Dean could muster up the energy to choke out.

Wiping his sleeve over his face, Dean cleared his throat. "I have to go check on Sammy."

"Ok , son. Hey, Dean, I hate asking you this, but what..How did, Sam..-"

"He downed a bottle of pills." Dean hated being so blunt, but no forced words were going to make this situation any better.

"What?! Dean! Are you taking him to-"

"Relax, Bobby. I made him throw up." Dean couldn't help cutting Bobby off. As much as he loved Bobby like a father, he had a brother to take care of.

"That doesn't matter, boy! He can't get it all out of his system like that! You need to take him to a hospital! Get his damn stomach pumped! He could have a-"

A loud crash made Dean jump up and throw the phone down. Dean ran toward the bathroom door and banged on it. "Sammy, you ok in there?"

No answer.

Dean didn't wait a second longer before he burst through the door. The sight that met his eyes is one he would like to wipe from his memory forever. Sam was on the floor, body convulsing, and his head banging against the tile floor.

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