Hey guys I know I haven't updated in a long long time but I didn't feel like someone wanted to read it :D But I just felt like starting to write again was a good idea and I had nothing to do so tadaaaaaaaaa here it is : chapter 7 =)

I don't really know yet how I want the story to end so if you've got any idea just write a message or a review =) and just fyi I'm not a native speaker so if you find any grammar or spelling mistakes keep'em :D

There's no guarantee I'll keep up writing the story so why don't you encourage me by leaving a review ;)

But I surely won't update 'till 18th october 'cause I'm going on vacation in Spain and then Austria (geez you won't believe how excited I am...I even made a calendar with those tiny pages you can rip off every day... I know I'm crazy hahaaa )

I hope you enjoy xoxo


When Sam came back James hadn't moved an inch. He just sat there and stared at Dean doing nothing until he realised Sam standing in the doorway.

'Sorry I was just thinking'

'Nevermind' Sam passed the paramedic the bucket he had catched water in.

'I was just wondering...' James hesitated.

'What?' Sam didn't like the look in the old man's eyes it was like back then when he had been in high school and one of his teachers noticed a cut from their latest hunt.

Those people were the reason why lying was a second nature to Sam as it was to Dean. Those people were only one thing: too damn curious.

James started talking again. 'I've seen a couple of people who had been attacked by bears and... I know that a bear didn't do this.' Sam sighed, he had seen that one coming.

'Well believe me I was right behind Dean and it looked like a bear... huge but still a bear.' He tried using his puppy dog eyes but James seemed to be the only person on earth (besides Dean sometimes) that could resist the look.

'Well... are you sure? You know you could tell me if it was different right? And by the way I have to know what I'm dealing with.' Sam closed his eyes for a moment.

'I'm sure.' He said opening his eyes and looking James straight in the eye.

'If you say so... let's tend to these wounds then.' Finally the paramedic turned back to his patient leaving Sam alone to his thoughts.

While James carefully removed Dean's shirts from the cuts in his skin Sam started pacing.

He felt so damn helpless. His brother was probably fighting for his life and all he did and could do was running around like a crazy man.

After a while the paramedic interrupted Sam's walking.

'Sam...come here I could need a little help here.' Sam got closer realising James was finished with cleaning Dean's wounds, the shirts lying on the ground next to his brother's blood oozing chest.

Sam took a sharp intake of breath. Only now could he see the whole extent of the damage done to Dean's body.

His brother's back was a mess claw marks going down the length of Dean's back.

Where the skin wasn't torn to shreds dark bruises had formed, coloring the skin in different shades of purple.

'Oh...gosh' was all Sam could say.

'I know' James' sympathetic voice interrupted Sam's stream of thoughts 'but now we have to concentrate on helping him.' Sam nodded.

'have you ever seen someone getting stitches?' the older man asked.

Sam nearly started to laugh. Seen? Hell he was a pro when it came to stitching his brother back together...

But again all he did was nod.

'Okay I'll show you how to do them and then you can tend to the smaller tears okay?' Sam looked at his brother. The brother who had saved him so many times and who was now lying on his stomach oblivious to the world. Dean hadn't even flinched throughout the whole cleaning process and he didn't look like he was going to wake up soon worrying Sam to death.

'Sam?' the younger brother realised that obviously James was trying to explain him how to do the stitches.

'Yeah sorry I was lost in thoughts.' He tried smiling at the paramedic.

'It's okay ' James went back to explaining and showing Sam how to pull thread through his brother's skin.

But Sam didn't even try to listen. He knew how to do stitches he even knew what he had to do in case of hypothermia... he just knew to much about this stuff...stuff like hunting and monsters waiting in the dark to tear open your throat... this stuff his Dad had taught him and which now seemed like a curse to him.


So that's it for now =) As I said I don't know when or if I'm gonna update so I hope you don't go crazy 'cause I'm too slow haha