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NOTE#1: (Sheez-pointy shoes ya...) Oh, hey guys! Thanks so much for the reviews, favs and alerts! I really appreciate them! I'm posting this before the doc appt in a few. Youngest has been exposed to mono, have to take her in and make sure she doesn't have it. (No she wasn't kissing- it was her nephew stealing drinks out of her cup) Anyway, hope you like... today is Wednesday, right? (Smiles) Enjoy the calm before the storm right?

Chapter 10

Boo tripped him on the way back up the steps to the porch. He wasn't even sure how she got outside. He didn't remember letting her out and he could have sworn she was sleeping beside Sammy when he left the room earlier.

He started cussing from banging his knees on the steps when he realized she was at the screen. Shit! Sammy. He took off at a stumbling run, knees forgotten as he yanked the screen door nearly off it's hinges as he hollered, "Sammy!"

"Here." He heard softly coming from the bottom of the stairs near the floor.

"What the hell happened?" He growled his voice tempered with worry as he knelt beside his brother currently sitting on one of the steps near the bottom holding the back of his head.

Sammy gave a slight shake of his head as he told Dean with a half grin, "I don't know, I was in the bedroom and I heard a car start. At first I thought it was the 'pala and I wanted to catch you and then…" He shrugged as his voice faded away.

"What?" Dean whispered as he did a quick check for injuries.

"I was sliding down several steps on my back, banging my head on each step. It was almost as if…" He turned slightly red and shook his head again as he clamped his lips shut in embarrassed silence.

Dean rubbed his hand in a circle on Sammy's back as he gently coaxed the answers he needed from his little brother, "I promise I won't laugh."

"It felt almost like someone grabbed my ankle and yanked me down the stairs." Sammy admitted quietly.

Dean looked pissed as he stood and helped Sammy up. He led him into the living room and over to the couch as he demanded, "Sit."

Sammy sat and then groaned as his sore back made contact with seat cushions.

"Sorry, Sammy." Dean commented as he grimaced at the discomfort he'd caused his brother.

"It's 'k." Sammy hissed through his pain as he looked around, "Where's Bobby?"

"He says he's taking Rufus research." Dean told him as he leaned in to check Sam more thoroughly for injuries. Checking ribs and arms, wrists hands.

"But you don't believe that?" Sammy asked as he let his brother fuss over him.

"Hell no. He's practically a Winchester. He's lying. I just don't know why." Dean told him as he stepped away to bring the first aid kit over and place it on the coffee table. Sitting down next to Sammy he pulled him gently forward and raised the back of Sammy's shirt. He whistled softly at the already discoloring bruises up and down his brother's spine. He reached out and barely touched one. He wasn't surprised when Sammy hissed in pain.

"Sorry. Just checking. Now move your hand so I can take a look at your head." Dean demanded in a gentle tone as he started to remove his brother's hand for him.

"No." Sammy snapped peevishly.

"Now who's two, dude. Let me see." Dean argued as he tried to pry away Sammy's hand.

"No. I'm fine." Sammy argued back.

"Obviously. I'll do whatever you want for the next…" Dean said as he looked over at the clock on the wall, " two hours and 43 minutes."

Sammy grinned as he asked, "Play cards?"

Dean nodded.

"Checkers?" Sammy asked as he thought of something else to ask.

"Yes. Sammy." Dean answered with a sigh.

"Chess?" Sammy asked with a smile, he knew Dean's dislike for chess it took too long to play.

Dean sighed, he hated playing chess it took forever and he always forfeited because of boredom. "Yeah, even chess."

Sammy's grin widened as he said, "Would you watch a movie with me?"

Dean grinned as he asked, "Monster Marathon? Sci-fi triathlon?"

Sammy's smiled now included dimples as he said, "Titanic."

Dean froze… horror was the only way to describe what he was feeling as he gasped out, "Hell, no…" then realizing his mistake he muttered, "Reflexes dude. Yeah even…Titanic… I said whatever you wanted. I meant it…" Under his breath, "Even if it kills me."

"It wouldn't kill you." Sammy giggled. An honest to goodness giggle.

Dean smiled as he looked at the goose egg that had formed on the back of Sammy's head. He commented, "You just better pick something that will keep us both occupied for awhile because you need to be awake."

"It's not even bleeding." Sammy complained.

"Sammy." Dean growled half-heartedly.

Sammy sighed as he said, "I don't think I can sit up…" At Dean's startled look, he corrected, "For a long period of time."

"Okay." Dean tried for, nope, big brother is not worried at all as he said with a huge smile plastered on his face, "I'll just prop you up in the corner and I'll pick the movie."

Sammy groaned as he whined out, "You said I could pick."

Dean laughed as he got Sammy comfortable and told him, "Chips, dip and beer run. Be right back."

"Dean, I can go too. You…" Sammy struggled to sit up as he tried to stop Dean.

Dean looked confused and then as he realized he corrected himself, "Kitchen dude, relax and figure out what you want to torture me with for the next three hours."

Sammy was feeling a little nervous about being by himself… He could have sworn a hand had been around his ankle and tugging him down the steps. It creeped him out, He knew Bobby though. Every known protection… anything he could think of was on or around the house. So what the hell? He was still deep in thought when Dean plopped down beside him. At his hiss of pain, Dean immediately apologized.

Dean was wondering what was up himself… with his brother and with his… Bobby. Sammy was freaked about being alone. So shadows it was. He finally looked at Sammy after setting all the stuff down and asking, "Well?"

Sammy grinned as he told him, "What about the Lord of the Rings Trilogy?"

Dean groaned as he commented, "Really? They are so long."

Sam nodded and Dean went to put the first one in the DVD player that was a new edition to the house. Bobby had bought it along with all the movies he remembered Sammy ever liking. Something about memory triggers.

As Dean settled back down on the couch he grabbed a beer Sammy asked, "Where's mine?"

"Hell, no. You get this." He handed him a bottle of Pepsi.

"Dude why didn't you just bring the milk? You drink with concussions all the time." Sammy complained.

Dean looked at Sammy as he took a swig of his beer and then he commented, "Yeah well, I'm not my little brother."

Sammy gave him a pretend glare, because he really didn't care. Dean was sitting down doing normal stuff with him and it felt awesome. "jerk." He muttered and then took a swig of his Pepsi to hide his smirk.

Dean took another swig of his beer and as he lowered the beer bottle his smile was huge when he replied, "bitch." and then he settled back beside his brother to watch the movie.

TBC