So,here it is. The conclusion. I may do an epiloge if yall want to see a lil more sickly!Dean and Sammy being the big brother...

Sam came to slowly, feeling sluggish - like his limbs were weighed down. Blinking away what felt like cobwebs, he looked around. Smells like a hospital room. Definitely looks like one. His head throbbed behind his eyes and with a tight twinge of his arm, Sam remembered how he got apparently 12 stitches in his arm.
"Dean?" he said to the room, his mouth felt cotton-y and dry. No response. Sitting up slowly, Sam slumped a bit. Damn, he was exhausted. One thing he was glad of though was that he still had clothes on.
"You're awake." came a very familiar voice. An instant comfort. Sam lifted his head to the door way where Dean was.
"Where were you?"
"Grabbing some coffee."
Dean walked in, lifting a cup to his lips and sat in the seat beside Sam's bed. "You feelin' good?"
Sam lifted a shoulder, "Honestly? I'm pretty sure a truck ran me over..."
"You needed another transfusion."
"Another- isn't that twice in the -"
"It's too many times. But you're good now. It's all that matters."
Sam conceded. Dean was right. "and you, how are you? You look like crap."
Dean smiled behind the styrofoam cup,mumbling, "M'fine Sammy."

After signing out of the clinic with out a hitch, they made their way back to the hotel. Dean told Sam o grab the first shower while he ordered some much needed sustanance.
Careful not to get his arm too wet, Sam stood in the warm water,it soothing his very achey muscles. The deep bruises to the back of his knees would be sore for only a few more days, his arm would take longer. But already, the shower was easing the pain of it all. Mostly anyway.

He exited the steamy bathroom in fresh new clothes, feeling considerably better. Rubbing his wet hair,Sam looked around the room, frowning. "Dean?" the front door was ajar. Curious, Sam hobbled to it, peering outside to find Dean in the Impala,apparently cleaning.
"Dean. Shower's free.." Sam said quietly, moving out to the very cold concrete walk way.
"Dean." No answer. He moved closer.
What he thought was cleaning activities, Sam was mistaken. Dean was slumped awkwardly in the drivers seat,asleep?
Sam shook his brother's shoulder gently, "Dean. C'mon man. shower's free." Not response.
"Dean, so not the time to pull this... Wake up." More shaking of his shoulder, harsher this time.
Dean jumped awake, knife drawn, eyes widly looking around.
"Whoa! Hey hey, Dean. It's me. It's Sam!" Sam jumped back to not get swiped by the knife, alarmed. "It's Sam. Calm down..alright.."
"Don't you know not to sneak up on a man who's sleeping?" Dean ground out, still looking a bit wild eyed, stowing his knife.
"Dean, there's a real..well, real-ish bed not even 20 feet from you."
No response. Dean still looked off,so pale. "Want to talk about it?" Sam offereda bread crumb. A feeble attempt.
"I saw the bodies that those two..whatever'd. " Dean whispered,so soft that Sam stepped closer, brows furrowing.
"We've seen plenty of bodies before...-"
"I know, I know. "
"Then what's wrong?"
What happened next was far more alarming than Sam anticipated. Dean inhaled shakily, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "Sammy, I'm so...sick of seeing your blood on my hands.."
Sam felt his stomach drop somewhere onto the floor. He gripped the opened car door, "Dean, you -"
Meeting his brother's eyes, Sam saw them watering and stopped what he was going to say instantly.
"I got us into this, got you hurt. Again. "
"Dean, stop." Sam didn't wait for Dean to protest, just grabbed his big brother's arm and hauled him from the car, shutting the door. "Listen. This wasn't on either of us. We were working a job. A job. Our job."
Dean pursed his lips,looking unconvinced, "We didn't save anyone."
"You saved me, Dean. You got me out of those woods. You did that."
"Barely." Dismissal.
Sam sighed and held his brother's shoulders, "Dean. You did your job. Yes, we didn't save those people, but now this place doesn't have to worry about it anymore. We saved this town,Dean."
"You still got hurt." Dean's dead pan responses were starting to worry Sam..
"I am here though Dean. Alive. See?" Sam took Dean hand and put it to his heart. "Alive and kickin'. We made it out of the woods,Dean."
In other circumstances, Dean would have pulled his hand away instantly,claiming he 'didn't swing that way'or some stupid remark, but his hand didn't move.
"We made it out. I'm here." Sam said again, trying to solidify the point. Swallowing thickly and nodding, Dean stepped back. Sam wasn't quite sure if the sniffling was from the cold or not...
Sam sighed heavily as Dean made his way into the hotel room, not saying a word. But Sam was okay with it. Dean stepped back from a ledge...
He would have to wait a while before he got more details about how Dean killed the strigroi, how Dean managed to hike miles into the woods in nearly pitch dark with now clue how to kill them...

Apparently, showers work wonders on all types of wounds. Once Dean was fresh out of his shower, his mood seemed to be somewhat lighter, he even complained about the take out food taking longer than the promised 20 minutes.
But now that the dirt and blood was washed away, Sam could really see the damage and beating Dean had taken.
"We need a vacation, man..." Sam mumbled from his bed, watching Dean move around the room gingerly, picking up all their bloodied clothes and throwing them in a trash bag that they would torch later.
"I don't need telling twice. Where d'ya wanna go? Vegas? LA?"
"I don't care, just not anywhere near the woods. "
Dean actually cracked a smile, "The feeling is mutual, brother."

With out saying it, they had bought another days of stay in the hotel. They needed to really recoop before heading back to Lebanon.
They didn't set alarms, they shut off the cell phones and didn't open the lap top once. Sam started to feel at least somewhat decent. Getting some real sleep helped in regaining his energy.
It was around noon that they decided to make their way out of the mountains of Maine and head "home."
Dean handed Sam the keys with not much word and Sam didn't question it. Dean was getting sick before all this happened and he definitely was still sick now.

About 2 hours into the drive, heading down the winding road, Dean was fast asleep. Snoring a little bit, but Sam wouldn't tell him.

Suddenly, breaking hard, squeeling the tires Sam came to a stop. Dean shot up, grouchy at first, looking around, "What the hell Sam-!"
"Dean..." was all Sam could say and pointed ahead of him... Dean followed his brother's hand and his jaw went slack.
Walking in long strides was...
"Dean is that..."
"Yes...yes it is..."
They watched the tall ape-like figure look at them and then disappear into the bush and trees .
5 or maybe 20 minutes passed before either of them talked or even moved.
"I TOLD YOU BIGFOOT EXISTED!" Dean said, watting Sam's shoulder. Sam chuckled softly and they continued on toward 'home'.