i decided to make the next chapter the last one, though i could've told some more. but hey ho ... so i decided to share the short version because of the lack of interest

don't take it personal ... i just would've needed some acknowledgment aka BACON

though :) i am happy about all those who are still reading this story.

~ i hope those who follow are satisfied. - if not ... :( well then I'm sorry ... anyways, let's go ahead!


WARNINGS: I'd suggest that you read HABITAT first. - it's the main-story and a giveaway to understand this one. You can also read it as a stand-alone, but you won't get the meaning of it properly. unrelated wincest, mentions of all kind of evil stuff (torture, abuse, rape, etc.), i'll take both of them thru hell and back in this story – though nothing too graphic. rated MA for a good reason ~ for the sensitive ones among us ;)

DISCLAIMER: NOT MINE & NO BETA

THANK YOU to all my REVIEWERS, FOLLOWERS & FAVORITES :)

that means a lot & keeps me going … sooooo: LEAVE ME SOME BACON! (even if it's burnt)


previously on bruisedbloodybroken aka THE ROAD SO FAR:

An hour later there was fire in the fireplace, a comforting scent of warm oatmeal and chilli flooding the first storey.

Sam had fallen asleep some time after Dean had left him. He didn't shiver anymore. His cheeks were colored in a deep red as he got warmed up slowly.

Dean smiled at him blissfully, as he watched the taller man sleep peacefully.

"Wanna wake him up?", Bobby asked quietly behind him.

Dean shook his head. "Nah – i'll give him another thirty minutes."


Chapter 7 ~ Breaking Point

Dean groaned under the weight of Sams dead weight, as he helped him into the bathtub. He was running a fever since last night. Nothing unusual wouldn't there have been the demon two weeks ago that had made him swallow some black goo that was supposed to change things. Though, everything seemed normal. At least as normal as possible. Sam didn't show any kind of aggression or rage, or hate against Dean. He was just ... different and the older hunter figured that this was what the demon had done. The young man seemed tired all the time, wasn't talking a lot. Not that Sam was a big talker ... but now it was pretty much less than he had before. He stared out of the window most of the day, was sunken in thoughts and barely ate anything Dean served him. Not even blueberry-pancakes ...

Last night Sam had removed his cast in some fever-ruled dream and wouldn't let anyone put it back on. He didn't want to ... at some point it looked like he had given up. Yeah, he was smiling at some point, but his features remained filled with sadness, so did his green hazel-eyes. And it was getting worse with every day that passed.

"Don't make me.", Dean dared and caught Sams gaze, giving him serious looks.

Sam just sighed and laid his wet hand on the hunters cheek. "I'm sorry. - I don't know what's wrong with me.", he explained silently.

"I know, Sunshine." Dean gave him a sad smile. "We'll figure it out. - Just hold on, OK?"

Sam nodded. "I try ... but ... it's so damn hard."

Dean sighed once more, a deep depressed sigh. "Whatever you think – it's not you. - You hear me? You're the apple of my eye, Baby. There's no way i could live without you." He leaned into Sams gentle touch and started to rub the younger mans chest with a soft sponge.

"Did Bobby find something?", Sam asked after a while soaking in the cool water.

Dean looked up. "Yeah, we found something. - He's making up the antidote and we'll see if it'll work this time."

Sam nodded and chuckled. "The last one gave me a fever – wanna make bets what the next one's gonna do to me?", his words covered in sarcasm.

"I won't make a bet at this. - I don't like the trying-around.", Dean stated and shook his head.

"But ... it's the only way, unless the demon comes by and tells us what she did. - Or someone finds a way to get into my head and makes me remember what happened back there ...", Sam gave back.

Dean nodded.

"Still no answer from Cas?", Sam asked.

"No. - I guess the angel radio is down since they're fighting about who's going to become the new god ... or how to get rid of Lucifer.", the hunter said. Actually he had been gone since last christmas, when Balthazar had called him on christmas-eve for help.

"Balthazar?", he got on asking.

They had tried a couple of angel-summoning-rituals and no one came. No Castiel, no Balthazar ...

"Nahhh ...", Dean answered. "You don't know that guy. - He's a son of a bitch. He doesn't care. I don't think he'd come even if he could."

Sam sighed. "I thought about a spell ... a spell to make me remember ..." He watched Deans face, waiting for any sign of emotion. "... i think i saw one in one of Bobby's books. - I think it'd help us shortening the whole process of whatever this is supposed to be."

Dean shook his head. "No way. - We talked about this already. It's too dangerous. You could die."

"I'm barely holding it together. - The way i feel ... it's - I AM disgusting.", Sam confessed. "I know you love me, you say it all the damn time. But i can't ... i know what i am."

Dean grimaced at the younger mans words. "You're no WHAT ... you're Sam. - You're not disgusting, you're not filthy. - You're all i want. - I've never met a person like you. I was never that lucky. Until about nine months ago. And i won't let you get taken away from me. You didn't let me go either. - You could've run off. You could've been gone so many times. But you didn't. - Though you figured out that something was wrong with me, that I was possessed. Though you knew deep down in that geek-brain of yours what could possibly happen. And you stayed with me ... you didn't gave up. You were trying to save me, Sam. ... So do i. So does Bobby. I won't make a different choice as you did."

Sam shook his head in disbelieve. "I'm sorry."

That were most of his answers lately ... He was sorry period and ashamed ... so damn ashamed of himself. Back in his mind he knew it had to be the spell ... but the voice that told him that it was a spell or curse that made him feel the way he felt right now, grew more and more silent with every day that passed.

"You ready to get out?", Dean asked and laid the sponge aside.

Sam nodded and slung his arms around Deans neck, letting himself be lifted up under his knees and shoulders to be carried back into the bedroom of the cabin where Dean laid him down on the bed. "Then ... let's get you dried off.", Dean said and tossed him a towel. "I'll help you to get dressed ... later." He blinked with his left eye at Sam and smiled. "I'll put up coffee – call me when you're ready."

Sam nodded with a deep sigh. He couldn't believe that he still felt too weak for some things. Essential things. He was able to walk ... at least with the crutches, and now as he had gotten rid of the cast he was able to use them. - Though ... Dean prefered to carry him into the bath and back again, wanted him to stay in bed until the fever would be gone again. And at some point the hunter was right. It was better that way. - Sam was way too dizzy to coordinate his legs and the crutches.


The blonde attractive man in the black suit stood at the end of the dead-end of the alley, keeping his eyes open for the one he was waiting for. His ice-blue iris of his eyes shone in the darkness of the night, as he turned around to see a fine-boned woman coming towards him. The young female stopped a couple of feet away and tilted her head to the side.

"There were orders.", the man said quietly, his face drawn in hard lines. "There are rules."

The woman scuffed and chuckled sweetly. "My orders are of a different kind now. - The only ones orders i follow are HERs."

"So - she does know what you're doing up here?"

The woman grinned suspiciously. "Well yeah. It was actually her oder to pick one of them, or even both. Our plans have changed. Her plans have changed. After you left there was chaos. Now there's a system."

Rage burnt up in the mans eyes while his featured remained those of a statue.

"You won't stop it. It's done and irreversible ...", She chuckled again with a winning grin. "So – if you excuse me ... there are a couple of hunters left on my list to collect."

She was about to turn around and vanish, as her eyes flashed black and she froze in her tracks.

The man behind her had extended his arm towards the woman and held her back with his godlike abilities. "There had been orders. There were rules. - Even if i am not your king anymore ... you will respect me and my wishes as you are supposed to do." He said coldly. "I won't let you or Abaddon destroy MY plans for this world." He sounded emotionless and cold. "NOW SHOW ME what you did to the Winchester and Azazel's Child."

Then his eyes covered in white mist and the possessed host sank gasping on her knees. The eyes of the blonde man fluttered closed and he spread his mouth wide open - as black smoke got ripped out of the possessed body in front of him. Ready to get swallowed by the man who was supposed to be called the devil.


A couple of minutes later Dean returned to the bedroom, after he had left Sam to get a bowl of steaming oatmeal. Sam laid on his side of the bed under the comforter and was dozing along with the soft sounds of Every Rose Has It's Thorn.

"Hey.", Dean called out softly to get the younger male's attention.

Sam sat up awkwardly and smiled at the hunter. The older man sat down beside him and laid a hand on Sams forehead, as he set the bowl down on the bedside table."Seems to get better.", Dean muttered, satisfied that the fever seemed to go away. "How you're feeling?"

"I'm better. - I'm good.", Sam answered and it seemed to be true. He looked more alert and happier.

Dean smiled satisfied and brushed over Sams temple and cheek and let his hand rest on the younger mans jaw. Sam leaned into his touch and covered Deans pink full cushions with his, kissing and nuzzling on his lower lip and earning a gutteral growl of Dean. The hunter adjusted himself over the young man and kissed him back gently as he felt an arm around his back wich pulled him closer.

"I don't know if that's a good idea, Sunshine.", Dean said between kisses and moans. Sam was still sore and whatever it was that made him depressive as hell ... this wasn't exactly what Dean had planned for the night. Rather lingering on the couch or bed and watching some movies. Maybe a little bit of cuddling and kissing ...

"I do.", Sam reassured him and laid back, pulling the hunter with him. "We haven't ...", he groaned as Dean kissed and lapped down his neck. " ... done this in a while", the hunters voice grew low and dark with arousal as he ended Sams sentence.

He pulled the comforter down to get better access to Sams shirt and slipped with his hand under it, feeling the over-heated skin of his lower stomach. The young man arched up under Deans touch and bit his lower lip, as Dean presses his hips against Sams, feeling the young man's hardness thru the fabric of Sams sweats and his jeans. He wasn't sure if the both of them would be doing this ever again. He wasn't sure if he'd let himself do this ever again. But at this point ... there was no return anymore. Sam wanted it, he wanted it. The man below him had never given him the feeling that he wasn't his anymore, didn't want to be close with him again.

They freed themselves from their clothes between all the small noises, nuzzling, brushing and teasing, until they were unclothed and felt their skins on one another. Dean was careful ... so careful not to hurt Sam, not to do something wrong. He was gentle and soft with the young male, worshipping him like it was the first and the last time they'd spent together like this.

Dean covered him with his body, carefully, not to put too much pressure on the still hurting body beyond him and kissed him, over and over again, let his hands and fingers roam over him, discovering every single inch of Sams tall frame. The hunter sunk in between Sams legs, while his gaze was locked with a pair of darkened hazel-green eyes. That was it. He wanted to see him, know that this was what the younger man wanted, that it wasn't just him who longed for this since weeks earlier, when everything seemed to be lost.

"Are you sure, Sunshine?", Dean asked low, a glimpse of concern swinging in his voice. "We can stop right here, right now ... just kissing and all that stuff ..."

Sam gave him a reassuring smile and blinked once ... twice ... "Keep on going, Dean.", he whispered and his smile widened.


Dean sniffed and pinches his lips, as a golden sunbeam brushed his shut eyelids, that shone thru the window on the other side of the room. He moved his hand, that was meant to be wrapped around a tall, well toned frame beside him. His palm spread out on the space where the covers were tugged under the mattress as there had never been someone with him on the bed. This was when his eyes snapped open and his gaze landed on the empty side of the bed that was meant to be Sams. With one shot he was awake and high alert as his hunter-senses kicked in.

With one fast motion he was out of bed and putting the cabin upside down on his hunt for Sam. After he had found nothing but the fact that Sams jacket and shoes were missing, he got dressed in no-time and hurried to Bobby's house where he entered without knocking.

His look fell on a completely stattered Bobby who stood in the kitchen with a small pan in one and a cup of coffee in the other hand. "Dean?", he asked, all color drawn from his face. From one second to another the old man was all in hunters-mode. "What's wrong?", he asked and his eyes widened.

"He's gone. Sam's gone.", the Winchester cried out in despair.

"Bobby put the pan and the coffee aside before they'd been cursed to slide out of his trembling hands and hit the floor. "How long?"

"I don't know. Could happened some time after ... we ...- I think he ran off. - His shoes and his jacket are missing.", Dean explained panting. "Where could he go, Bobby? ... he's .." He grimaced and threw a hand to his forehead as a sharp pain tore thru his mind. His legs gave out under him and he fell t o his knees before Bobby was able to catch him.

The younger hunter was about to draw in a deep breath, as another searing flash of agony tore his head apart and sent him right over the edge into a deep darkness.

... to be continued


next: Chapter 7 ~ Torn (final chapter)