An: really should be in bed but probably wouldn't be able to sleep anyway. So decided to work on another chapter.

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Chapter 10 Take My Hand

"Jessica this is my brother, Dean. Dean this is my girlfriend, Jessica." Sam introduced the two sounding awkward.

"Well if Sam doesn't want to come to bed with you, I'll join you!" Dean said with a bright smile.

"That would be cute, if you weren't bleeding all over the place!" Jess said with a smirk that could rival Dean's.

"Well, lets get me patched up and see if I'm still cute then!" Dean said flirtatiously. I just need to go out to the car, and get the first aid kit! Dean added casually being sure not to let the smirk slip from his face.

"Whoa! I don't think that you should be going anywhere?" Sam said as he noticed what little color his brother had, drained out of his face as he stood.

Sam gently pushed Dean back down to the chair.

So, this is your brother? Jessica asked as she helped Sam get the huge first aid kit, that he had demanded them have after they moved in to the apartment.

"Yep, that's him...are you swooning yet?" Sam asked with a laugh.

"Of course I am...if I had only known that you weren't the handsome one, I might have held out on you!" Jessica laughing at the shocked look on Sam's face, as she tip toed up to kiss him.

"You do know that this...is how all of those couples end up on Jerry Springer, right?" Sam answered back as they made there way back to the kitchen.

"Sammy?" Dean questioned, blinking heavily.

"Yeah what is it, Dean?" Sam asked in concern as he looked at the wound on the side of his brother's head.

"You aren't supposed to be here, you're supposed to be in school at Stanford." Dean slurred as he shielded his eyes from the bright kitchen lights.

"I am at Stanford, and you are too, Dean. It's just a little fuzzy for he right now, cause you bumped your head pretty good."

"Maybe we should call an ambulance, Sam?" Jess asked out of concern.

Dean remained quiet and starring wildly at nothing, before nodding at what Sam had told him.

"No Jess, he'll be fine. Dean has the hardest head of anyone I know. He probably done more damage to whatever he hit it on, than he did his head!" Sam said as he began to clean the cut on his brother's temple.

"Dean sweetie, let me take your jacket for you...you wouldn't want to get blood all over it." Jess said with a kind smile.

"N-no, it's fine...thank you!" Dean told her a little too quickly for Sam's liking, while holding his jacket in a death grip.

"Okay, do you want to take my hand, getting your head stitched up hurts anyway...and I bet it hurts a lot worse when someone who doesn't know what they are doing, is stitching it up." Jess said looking at Sam nervously.

"Sam's done this a million times, it doesn't hurt that bad. But I've never been able to refuse holding the hand of a pretty girl!" Dean drowsily but still managed a flirtatious grin.

"Come on, Dean! I let you hit on my girlfriend after we get you patched up!" Sam said as he finished stitching his brother's head, and reached to take his jacket off.

Dean knew his brother well enough to know, that he wasn't going to let him keep the jacket on. So he just gave Sam an annoyed sigh.

"Just promise me that you won't freak out about whatever is back there, Sammy?" Dean pleaded with his brother, as he shed his jacket.