Dean's POV

I drove as fast as I could trying to get to the bunker. I didn't care about the speed limits. I didn't care about the red lights. All I cared about is getting to the bunker and taking care of Sam.

I got to the bunker in half an hour. I am so lucky that there weren't any cops or I would've gotten at least 20 tickets.

I put the car in park and jump out. I run to the passengers seat. I open the passenger door and help get sam out and put his arm over my shoulder. Cas started helping me move Sam to the bunker.

Crowley opens the door and we head to Sam's room. We lay Sam gentle on the bed. Castiel still looks like he is in shock from what happened back at the house.

"Cas?" He didn't answer me. "Cas?" Still nothing. "CASTIEL!" That got his attention. "I need you to find out what is wrong with Sam."

Castiel puts his 2 fingers over Sam's forehead to see what's wrong.

"He has a broken rib and misplaced shoulders. He has a small concussion in his head and some internal bleeding. It looks like some of his cuts need stitching. He is also having trouble breathing in one of his lungs and needs an oxygen mask. He lost a lot of blood, so he also needs some blood transferred into him. We might need to hook him up to a heart monitor to keep an eye on his heart rate. He feels like he has a temperature of 106.1. Lastly, he has a broken leg. He might be in a very small coma for a couple of days." Castiel tells me.

I feel like my heart shattered in a million pieces. I would've never guessed it was that bad. I didn't I find him sooner!? I did I have to go to the store?! I could've prevented this! I'm so sorry, Sammy! My eyes started to burn with my tears that I refused to let fall.

We hooked Sam up to a heart monitor and put a breathing mask over his nose and mouth. I donated a pint of my blood so Sammy could use it. We put a cold ice pack over Sam's forehead to get his temperature down. We stitch Sam's deep cuts up and put a cast over his leg. I know Cas could've done this, but I think he got really weak from what happened at the house. It like drained his powers. When he walked out of the house he had deep bags under his eyes, so we just said that he would heal Sam's broken rib.

We take off Sam's shirt so Cas could heal it. But what I saw made me panic. I saw that they have carved words into Sam's flesh. They said 'I love clowns!' That clown wrote this. Those words would leave scars. That would be in Sam's flesh for the rest of his life! A constant reminder of me failing to protect him.

Cas healed Sam's broken rib and him and Crowley left the room. It was only me and Sam in the room now.

"Hey, Sammy. I am so sorry for not being there for you." I couldn't help it, but tears left my eyes. "My one job was to protect you, and I couldn't even do that. I'm so sorry. I am the worst big brother ever. But trust me when I say this, I will never ever let this happen to you again."

I take Sam's hand and whisper in his ear continuously, telling him how sorry I am and continue to put myself down.

I don't know when, but I fell asleep with my hand in Sam's. I wake up to Castiel telling me I should come and eat breakfast. I tell him I'm not hungry. I really don't want to leave Sam. I am going to stay by his side until he wakes up. Maybe even longer.

I look at Sam and he is still very pale. I was surprised at Sam's weight when I went over there to carry Sam in the bunker. He was extremely light. He felt like he lost at least 40 pounds. Right when Sam wakes up he is going to eat something. Even if I have to shove it down his throat.

I take Sam's hand once more and I feel his hand twitch.

"Sammy? Are you awake?"

But he doesn't twitch again. So, I continued to sit there. I really hopes he wakes up soon. I need to see that he is okay. But all I can do now is wait. And this is not good because I am impatient. You can ask Sam when he wakes up. Sam's the patient one. He helps me get through things I guess that is one of the minor reasons why I need him.

2 Weeks Later

Sam still hasn't woken up. I am really starting to get worried. I still haven't really eaten. I feel like I have probably lost 10 pounds. Sam must've lost a whole lot more.

I stay there lost in thoughts for a couple more hours. Then, I felt Sam stir.

"Sammy? Sammy, you with me? Come on, open your eyes. I know you can do it."

I felt Sam's fingers squeeze my hand. I then see Sam's eyes open. The eyes that I was giving up hope that I would ever see open again. The eyes that I thought was the best thing I ever saw when I saw Sam open them.

Sam's POV

I open open my eyes to see a blurry figure standing over me. I then felt something squeezing my hand gently. My vision finally starts to clear and I see Dean's face staring at me with a worried look.

"Sammy? Are you with me? Say something, Sammy!"

"It's Sam," I say and I heard Dean chuckle.

"Hey, how are you feeling?"

"Like I have been ran over by 3 trucks." I say and I saw Dean frown. I shouldn't of said it but I didn't care right now. I was in so much pain.

I tried to tell Dean that my throat hurt and I was thirsty but all that came out was a weak whimper. Luckily, Dean understood and got me water and I drank it.

Then, my stomach started to churn. I felt the water crawling back up my throat. Dean must've understand what was going on because he ran to the trash can and grabbed it and put it under my face. I threw up and Dean rubbed my back supportively. It smelled really bad. I was about to clog my nose but I was afraid I would throw up on my hand. My throat must've been really dry because I started throwing up blood. Dean's face lit up with worry. I finally stoped after what seemed like forever. Dean put the trash can down and continued to stare at me with his worried look.

"Look, Sammy, I know you don't feel good but you have to eat something." Dean said. I shook my head 'no'. But of course, Dean wouldn't take it as an answer. "Please? I it would be light. Like soup. You don't even have to eat it all. Just a little." I realized that there was no getting out of this so I nodded.

When Dean brought in the soup I started to feel a little nauseous. But I was doing this for Dean. I ate a couple of bits and then my stomach started to churn. I didn't want to throw up blood again, so I pushed the bowl of soup away from me. Dean took the soup away and put it on the night stand.

I payed back down and Dean pushed my hair out of my face. It felt good to feel safe again. Not with that clown or Meg. I felt safe with Dean because I knew he wouldn't let anything happen to me on his watch.

WAIT... MEG! What happened to Meg?

"Dean?"

"Yeah, Sammy?"

"What happened to Meg?" I see Dean put his hand on the back of his neck. That is his nervous habit. Well, this can't be good.

"Uh... Castiel was sent to kill her," Dean said.

"What?! How could you do that to Cas? Dean, the reason Meg tortured me-" I had to take a break because my throats started to hurt. Dean gave me some water and I gratefully took it. Then I started talking after it was better, "The reason Meg tortured me... is because... the demons said they would kill Castiel if she didn't."

"Oh... Don't worry about it we will figure it out. Just get some sleep Sammy." I nodded and closed my eyes. I fell into the darkness and slept.

Dean's POV

What Sam said about Meg and her torturing Sam for Castiel's life worried me. What if Cas didn't kill her?

"Cas? Can you come in here for a second?" I ask. Castiel walks in soon after.

"You did kill Meg, didn't you?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Well, Sam said that Meg told him that he tortured him just to save your life. Did you know anything about this?"

"No. I would've never guessed that."

"Yeah. But, you did finish her off didn't you?"

"Yeah. Of course Dean."

I studied him for a second and then let it go. Castiel wouldn't lie to me.

"Yeah. Ok thanks." I said and then Castiel walked out of the room.

Castiel's POV

Of course I felt bad for lying to Dean. He is my friend. But, I am sure Meg learned her lesson from messing with Dean. I mean what could possibly go wrong?