(okay guys, it's getting close now! Sorry for dragging it out a little! Not long until we know whats troubling Dean, maybe then we'll also see how far Dean is willing to go...)


"S- my-!" Dean slurred, Sam could see his brothers' mouth moving, trying to get words out, but by the sounds of things, his throat was in bad shape.

"Hey, hey Dean, it's me, yeah, it's Sam, I got you." Sam spoke gently but clearly, trying to enforce his calm words into Dean's internal feelings, it seemed to be working a little, and he could feel Dean's muscles relax a little as Sam cradled his arms around him.

"Dean, I need you to try and work with me, we need to get you to the car and out of the sun." Sam was soothingly trying to persuade Dean to get up, he dropped the knife and flask on the ground, and shoved the gun in the back of his jeans, freeing his arms so he could lift Dean.

Dean grunted in pain, but seemed to take on board what Sam was trying to say, he twisted a little so he was in a better position for Sam to help him, and together they made their way upright. Sam took Dean's full weight almost, and on steady feet, he began walking his brother forward. Dean on the other hand, could barely hold his own and stay on his two feet, he managed a few steps, until he tripped on the flask, and if it wasn't for Sam, he'd be back on his arse.

For a second, Deans vision blurred, the flask, holy water, Alastair had hold of him. He tried pulling away, but he wasn't strong enough, he was pulled in tighter. He couldn't breathe, his chest felt too tight. Fear had gripped him, is this what a panic attack is? From all the thoughts ready to burst in his head, this as the one he settled on.

Someone was calling his name, or at least he thought they were, someone far away, that voice, he recognised it, he focused on the tone, and it got louder and clearer.

"Dean! Dean come on! I need you to snap out of it! I need you awake! Dean!" Sam was shaking his brother, his voice laced with concern.

Dean's world came back into focus, the warmth of his brother down one side of him, burning through his shirt, he was damp with sweat, glancing at Sam's expression, he cursed in his head, Sam looked scared, and he felt he owed him some explanation.

"Ho-ly w-ter." Dean grunted, he'd lost all tone of voice and it came out as more of a growl. He hoped Sam understood, he just couldn't be around damn holy water.

Sam gripped Dean firmly and dragged him the rest of the way to the Impala. He understood what Dean had said perfectly, but it didn't fit, none of this was making any sense, why the hell was he having a panic attack over holy water? Had Sam missed something? Was there a Demon nearby? He couldn't help but have a continuous stream of questions.

He gently sat Dean in the car and grabbed their first aid kit from the boot. Sam frowned. He wasn't sure how to fix some of Dean. The lump on his head needed ice. His fever needed bringing down, so he wound the window right down. He took a bottle of water and poured it on a cloth, settling it on Dean's head. He looked over the chest wounds and tried ignoring the hisses of pain coming from his brother. He touched the black sludge and couldn't quite believe his eyes, it seemed to be just like the residue demons leave after possession... He couldn't focus on that right now, he'd be there all day looking into it. He just knew he needed to get on the road and let Bobby know what was happening.

"Dean, are you with me?"

Dean lifted his arm and placed a hand on Sam's forearm. His throat was too raw to speak, so he hoped Sam understand that he was there with him, in reality, at least he thought this was reality.

Sam quickly walked around to the driver's side and climbed in. Using the back of his hand to test Dean's temperature, he was burning up, far too hot. For the second time that day, Sam started his journey, breaking the speed limit, with every intention of breaking every single one he came across.

He and Dean were stuck in this car for the next 10hours until they arrived at Bobby's, and Sam had every intention of getting as much information out of Dean as possible. His frustration was beginning to turn to anger now.


(Okay, I know its a little slow, but it's going to pick up soon, I promise! You might be able to figure out whats going on in the next chapter... And please let me know what you think! The reviews so far have warmed my heart and spurred me on to continue! Thank you so much! Until tomorrow night!)