A/N: Hey I hope you guys had a great New year and holiday and stuff : )) I few people pm-ed me wanting to know when an update was coming so I decided to take this day and and write it lol. Hope you guys enjoy!!!

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7

"Sir I have to respectfully ask you to-"

Dean had pushed his way through the makeshift barricade of nurses and security guards. Now he stood inches away from his terrified brother, a look of sheer horror in both of their eyes. It was taking four people to hold down his panicked brother, one taking each limb in an attempt to hold him still. He fought them tooth and nail, using all of his strength and physical advantage actually managing to throw the girl holding down his right arm to the side.

But even as he fought he knew it was just temporary. It wouldn't be soon until his lost his strength and gave in to what ever these arms wanted him to do. Even as he persevered he felt hopeless, helpless.

Dean knew all this just by looking at his brothers expression, simply because he knew him.

Dean looked directly in the eyes of the man standing in the way between him and his brother and said, "I'm not 'stepping aside'. And I am not going to let you inject my brother with your poison…" he took a breath and tried to ignore his brother's whimpers just this once and finished, "I can calm him down just let me go to him."

The man looked at Dean trying to find his true motives, but found none other than the ones he spoke of. Even before the man had the chance to step out of Dean way, Dean had already pushed through and was holding Sam's free arm.

Instead of restraining his brother he tried to follow his brother's arm and control it as it frantically swung around aimlessly. He did this while he gently rubbed Sam's wrist and make endless nonsense noises that were slowly helping Sam to relax.

"Shhhh… Shh… Hey… Hey I got'cha…" Dean whispered, now desperate to calm him down completely before the hospital staff lost its patience.

Sam lay there on the gurney, his legs now free of people trying to hold him down. Someone called out, "We have to keep moving," and the gurney slowly started to roll down the hall, Dean walking along with it. As much as Sam tried to figure out what was happening he couldn't for the life of him grasp it. All he knew was he was somewhere surrounded by a lot of people and someone who cared about him was holding his arm trying to calm him down.

Dean watched as Sam started to shake and curl his long legs up towards his chest. He shifted to his side and let his eyes fall closed, as tears rimmed the edges. He was making a whimpering sound before every intake of breath. He resembled more of a wounded animal than a 6'4 23 year old man.

Sam now had a vice like grip on Dean's arm and Dean had the same on Sam's.

"It's ok Sammy… It's all gonna be ok, they're gonna take care of you so you need to trust them, just a little bit, ok?"

Maybe days or maybe a couple of minutes later Sam felt the comfort being ripped away from him and yelling in the background as the person who was administering that comfort was forced away. Sam almost panicked but tried to focus on the words that had been left with him. Someone had just told him to trust the people around him and the second he realized it had been Dean he drifted of to sleep.

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It had been a half an hour of forums and an hour of waiting and still Dean sat in the same chair in the waiting room. Sam had been out of his sight for an hour and a half and that was unacceptable, especially under the circumstances.

When Dean had finished those forums he had figured it would mean his brother would be done. He had imagined it like he pushed the forums along with their latest fake insurance card into a slot and out would come his brother, good as new.

But Dean had been to enough hospitals to know that never happened.

It was an hour of flipping through Men's Health magazines and worthless issues of TIME. It was an hour of hospital sounds and sliding gurneys. Of people, actually people rolling through the sliding door frozen solid. People frozen solid, like ice cubes.

It was an hour of checking his watch and double-checking with the secretary. And then suddenly, like the hour and a half and restless waiting had never been a woman approached Dean with an, "Are you Dean Matthews?"

Dean stood up quickly, leaving the imprint of his backside behind and said, "Yes I am."

The man nodded, and Dean picked up a touch of pity in his body language. Pity that Dean did not want or care for. The man pulled out a clipboard and look it over for what seemed like year and right before he spoke again Dean was about ready to rip it out of his hands and smack him with it.

"I'm Dr. Perez, I'm your brother's doctor, do you mind if I talk to you about Sam's injuries?" the doctor stated calmly.

Dean stared at the woman, a sudden burst of rage sweeping through him. Of course he wanted to hear about Sam's injuries! Was this woman stupid? Did Sam have an idiot for a doctor- "Please… is Sam ok?"

The doctor dropped her arms and let the clipboard all out of Dean's sight and said, "Your brother came in here with extreme hypothermia. We saw that you were able to bind his ribs, which probably stopped a rib from puncturing a lung, so good work… He had one broken rib, and two cracked so he'll be sore for a while. He also had numerous abrasions that have been treated and cared for… The one in particular on his chest needed two stitches. But in addition to those injuries there's something else…" the doctor stopped and waited for Dean to signal for her to say the rest. Dean tried to stay stone-faced, not wanting to show emotion as he whispered, 'what?' like he didn't even know. The doctor sighed and continued with her explanation, "We found evidence of sexual assault… he had internal injuries and… tears that are being treated. There was much bruising on his inner thighs and on his hips…" the doctor noticed Dean's body slump a little as if in defeat and she finished with, "I'm very sorry Mr. Matthews."

Dean nodded and tried to brush off the emotional blow by asking, "Umm… so … are you running…"

"Yes we are running tests for HIV infection and other STD's… What happened, Mr. Matthews?"

Dean sighed and suddenly found he explaining the entire story to this doctor, not looking her in the eye once. He seemed to have forgotten that his brother was somewhere else in the hospital getting tested for sexually transmitted diseases and Dean was standing here telling the days events to some stranger.

"I'm sure your brother doesn't blame you, Mr. Matthews, you seemed to have done all you could." She offered.

Dean shook his head and said, "Can I see him?"

She nodded and began walking, Dean quickly followed next to her, "Your brother was sleeping the last time I went in there. He had been awake while we warmed him up and got him into his room. He spoke to no one, just stared ahead. I tried to ask him how he was feeling but all he said was your name… this way."

The doctor motioned them to turn left down another long hallway and Dean asked, "My name?"

"Yes he said, 'Dean' and when I asked who Dean was he just said, 'Brother.' And fell asleep. Now this was about twenty minutes ago so he may be awake but if he isn't he's resting so let him have some sleep. If he wakes up while you're in there just keep him calm and call me in so I can check up on him, ok? This is his room."

They stopped in front of and she lifted a small hand to open the door slowly why making a 'shh' sign with her finger. The two of them quietly stepped through the door expecting to find Sam asleep on the hospital bed but when they walked in found him differently.

Sam was lying there surrounded by machines that all made their own individual beeps and noises. His eyes were open as he stared blankly ahead, not even turning at the sound of the new arrivals in the room.

"Sam." Dean whispered. Sam looked like a cleaned up mess. All of the wounds and bruises but now all the blood and tears were clean from his face. Bandages created a mask around him as if trying to keep the world from know his true state.

Sam didn't look up when Dean called his name. He didn't even acknowledge his brother, just continued to stare ahead. He was wrapped up in a silent pain – the worst kind.

"Sam." Dean repeated, hoping that maybe Sam just hadn't heard him. But Sam didn't even flinch, didn't even blink. He looked over at the doctor but she carried no explanation, "Could I have a minute alone with him?"

The doctor nodded, "Sure."

Dean slowly closed the door behind her and looked at his brother from across the room before taking some hesitant steps towards him, "Sam, it's me, Dean."

Sam stayed blank and expressionless. Dean walked around the bed and took a chair, moving it closer to Sam's side. The reached out to take Sam's hand into his but then stopped short. He wasn't sure if San wanted to be touched right now.

"What are you ignoring me? Last I heard you were asking for me…" Dean said trying to lighten up his brother. Sam was clearly wide-awake but he seemed to be in a trace or asleep. Dean silently hoped it was one of the two, if Sam was shutting him out like this it probably meant that he was dealing with this situation in a horrible way.

"I'm here now. And I'm not going anywhere. So if you want to say something I'll listen…" Dean looked Sam over again, "I'm not going anywhere, Sam. And I'll be here when you have something to say, if you want… Just whatever you want to do, Sammy."

They sat in silence for at least ten minutes. Sam staring ahead, Dean staring down at the bed sheet, glancing up at Sam every so often. Dean felt tears stinging the back of his eyes but forced them back with everything he had. He wouldn't let Sam see him cry, not now. Not when all he needed was hope.

"God, this is all my fault…" Dean whispered brokenly. He gasped and stared down at his feet his mouth open worthlessly since no words came out. He looked up and Sam and whispered, "Come on Sammy, please say something. I know you can hear me and we can talk about the hard stuff later but just let me know you can here me sitting her being a dork," he chuckled lightly and looked up, "Please."

His hand slowly inched closer to Sam's and he whispered his brother's name once before he touched his limp hand and the second they made that contact everything seemed to go to hell.

Well, more than it already had.

Sam gasped loudly at the spec of physical contact and pulled his arms away and into himself. He pulled his legs up too and wrapped himself into a tight ball. Dean moved back too genuinely startled by his brother's drastic movements. He watched as his brother's blood pressure soared as he panicked. The whimpering noise had returned to his brother as both brothers tried to calm Sam down.

"Sam calm down. Sam you have to calm down, please. Everything's fine…" Dean said. He stood up and pressed the call button over and over trying to get anyone's attention.

A storm of hospital staff flooded in through the door and to his brother. Sam only got more terrified by all the people and began rocking himself trying to calm down. The room was a mess of yelling and walkie-talkie calls to other doctors. Everyone unsure of what to do.

The doctor Dean had spoken to before came running through the door and approached Dean, "Dean I think it's best we sedate your brother just this once. If you can't calm him down I'm sure none of these doctors can and he is too nervous right now."

Dean looked at his brother as the room quieted and everyone looked in Sam's direction. Instead of becoming violent like he had before now he was just wrapped up within himself trying his best to relax but it was clear to everyone in the room her needed a little help this time. Dean nodded and stepped back as the sedative came in through the door and was inserted into Sam's IV drip.

The nurses slowly filed out of the room as Dean stepped closer. The sedative was beginning to take affect and Sam had fallen back on the bed, but before he was shoved into unconsciousness he whispered, "De…."

Dean's eyes grew wide as he heard the word he'd been waiting to hear since Dean had seen his brother sitting in that hospital bed, "Yeah, Sammy?" he said.

Sam didn't respond, all he did was fall asleep.

Dean called Sam's name a couple more time but after it finally clicked that his brother was asleep he turned around and punched the wall as hard as he could, making a slight dent in it. The doctor stood back, feeling guilty that she had pressured him to use the sedative.

"I'll be back later to check on him…" she said and left the room.

Dean said nothing just sat back down in the chair next to his brother and waiting for him to wake up again.

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Dean didn't realize how tired he was until he had fallen asleep in that uncomfortable hospital chair and had been awoken by Doctor Perez.

"Mr. Matthews, the town police are here to see you…"

Dean opened his eyes and rubbed them, "Huh?"

She cleared her throat, "The police, they would like to speak with you…"

Dean looked around and realized that he had been using the side of Sam's mattress as a pillow and Sam was still sound asleep next to him. He looked up and saw a police officer standing outside of the room and in the window.

He stood up and made his way to the door and approached the cop.

"Are you Dean Matthews?" the slightly taller man asked.

Dean nodded, "Yes I am, do you want me to-"

"No I don't need you to tell me anything I already know what happened, " he said in a slightly rude voice. He was scribbling something down on his notepad and hadn't even bother to look at Dean once.

Dean raised his eyebrows and said, "Did the doctor-"

"No." he said slapping his notebook shut. Sam flinched a little and the officer continued, "Mr. Spinella did."

Dean was dumbfounded when he asked, "Who?"

The officer shook his head, "Mr. Mike Spinella."

"And who's that?"

The officer rubbed his temple seeming to be annoyed and said, "That's the man you shot, Mr. Matthews."

Dean's eyebrows knitted in confusion and then asked, "Did you arrest him?"

The police officer chucked and said, "Why on earth why I arrest him? You're the one that shot him, there were many witnesses to the event and your lucky he has chosen not to press charges against you."

Dean felt like shaking the stupid out of the man standing before him and couldn't control the rise in his voice as he said, "Me? What are you talking about he's the one that mugged and raped my fucking brother, I was defending him, that's why I shot him. Now you have to arrest him before he does it to someone else!"

The man's face hardened as he looked offended by Dean's words and said, "No we both know that is not true Mr. Matthews, you want to tell me what really happened, or should I just ask your brother?"

He made a move towards the door when Dean put a hand on his chest and pushed him back lightly, "Your not going anywhere near my brother."

"Now boy you listen to me, you dare touch me and I'll arrest you right now for assaulting an officer."

"Why don't you ask Sam's doctor? My brother's sleeping right now." Dean said stepping back. He couldn't afford to get arrested and leave his brother here alone and he also couldn't risk them finding out who he really was.

"I have already spoke to Sam's doctor, there is evidence that he was raped and beaten but the physical evidence they were holding had disappeared. Someone has broken in and take then evidence and I think it was you, you want to confess?"

Dean breathed out loudly trying to control his anger, "Why on earth would I steal the evidence?" then it dawn on Dean, "You're sick… you think I did this to Sam? To my own brother?"

The officer shrugged, " You've been in the hospital and according to a few nurses he called out your name. But to tell you the truth? I don't care what happened to your brother. My concern is citizens of this town – not people passing through."

Dean looked at the man in disgust, "I can't believe this. You're letting a sick rapist out on the streets."

"Trust me if I could I would lock you up just for the hell of it but I've got no evidence. I don't like let's sick sons of bitches out on the street but my hands are tied… But here's what your' gonna do…" he paused and stepped closer to Dean, "As soon as you're brother is released form this hospital you are going to get in your car and drive far away from this town and not come back. Go deal with your family drama somewhere else, but not in my town. Understood?"

"Sure." Dean said taking a step closer himself.

"Thank you for your time," the officer whispered mockingly before shoving him in the shoulder and walking out of the hospital.

Dean looked back into the room and saw that Sam had awoken from the slam against the wall. He went to go back in the room again but he was unable to face him so instead he informed his doctor that he was awake and asked her to direct him to the payphones.

He picked up the phone and dialed the number he knew by heart and after a few rings the person he was calling picked up.

"Hello?" came the gruff answer.

"Bobby, it's Dean…"

"Hey, Dean how's the hunt coming? Any problems?" Bobby waited for Dean to answer but when all he got was a long pause he asked, "Is everything ok? Where's Sam?"

Dean closed his eyes and said, "He's hurt, he was mugged and… He's better now but he won't talk to me… Something happened to him and I don't know I think he's mad at me…"

"I'm sure he's not mad at you Dean…"

"No he won't talk to me I don't know what to do…" he said slightly louder. He calmed himself and then said, "Bobby we need help…"

"Anything, Dean what do you need?"

"We have to get out of town and we haven't got any money… We ditched the credit cards a while back so the police couldn't track us and now I've got one up my ass… We need somewhere to go…"

Bobby nodded, "I'll come down there and help you get Sam up to my place, where are you?"

Dean described his location and Bobby assured he'd by nightfall since he wasn't far.

"All right Dean, then I'll see you later," Bobby said about to hang up the phone.

"Wait Bobby I need your help with one more thing."

"Yeah, Dean?"

Dean swallowed and looked to make sure no one was around, "I need you to help me kill the son of a bitch that did this to him."

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