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He was awoken by his brother all but crashing through the door.

"Sammy! Could you try to be quiet for ONCE IN YOUR DAMNED LIFE?" a strained wrinkle was etched into his forehead. His knee was really having a ball with him.

"Sorry…" Sammy muttered placing the shopping bags on the table. Then he headed back outside for the pizzas and the pie.

Dean was a little more awake when he returned.

"Whatcha got there, Sammy?" his voice was strained, Dean hated that he could hear it himself. That meant Sammy would pick it up too…

"Pizza and pie…" his little brother answered placing the cartons on the table next to the bags with their new clothes. "How's your leg treating you? You look like crap!"

Dean only nodded and reached for his crutches, ready to join his brother at the table.

Agony shot through his limb, even before he got his ass entirely off the bed. He crashed back down, hands darting down to steady his injured knee. He wouldn't be able to steady it any more than the brace wrapping around his leg already did, but it was an old and perfected reflex…

"SONOVAFRIGGINBITCH!" Dean yelped. Sammy was at his side in an instant.

"God, Dean! Take it easy!" Sammy grabbed the extra pillows from his bed, and placed them behind his brother's back. Then he skirted over to the coach and pulled out the loose cushions, adding to the support of his brother's back. "You don't have to get up!"

Dean was still gritting his teeth; his eyes squeezed shut because of the pain that had attacked him.

"Where's your meds Dean? I think it's safe to say that you could use another pill or two just about now…"

Dean didn't say anything, just pointed towards his duffle bag lying in the corner of the room.

Sammy picked it up, and started rummaging through it. It wasn't the first time in his life he had sorted through Dean's personal belongings, but it was the first time since Stanford.

The first thing his fingers touched was neoprene. He felt a sudden stab of sadness, and anger towards himself, for not having noticed earlier that his brother suffered. He counted four of them. Four neoprene braces… His heart sank….

He found some old worn-out clothes, and some old keepsakes he honestly didn't expect Dean to keep with him. Not now when they were both were all grown up.

He pushed away the sudden attack of feelings, and continued his search. His hand finally finding a familiar shape. He pulled out the little orange container, and read the label, OXYCODONE. That was it.

"One or two?"

Dean held up two fingers, not entirely trusting his own voice yet….

Sammy placed two pills in his brother's hand, then he walked over to the sink and poured Dean a glass of water.

"Thanks…" Dean croaked out, his voice frail and hurt.

"Hey… That's what little brothers are for, remember?" Sammy said and patted his brother's shoulder, dismayed when Dean flinched away under his touch. He had entirely forgotten about the shoulder… "I'm sorry…"

Dean shook his head… "Basically just a bruise…"

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Minutes later he served his brother up two pieces of pizza as a start, happy to find that his brother's appetite slowly returned.

They tuned the TV in on an action movie. Both knowing that their lives would kick the movie's ass… But hey… Comic relief?

"Dude, I remember one time…" Dean started in between bites of pepperoni pizza, his voice on its way back to normal, "You were what… Twelve I guess… We were staying at Bobby's for a while, since I had torn my shoulder apart on a hunt. Some fugly bastard mutant-elk-human-hybrid… Never seen one before, never heard about one later…"

He shoved another piece of pizza into his mouth as Sammy listened carefully. He remembered a lot of times when they had stayed at uncle Bobby's. He even remembered a few times that fit the general description of what Dean was talking about, but he couldn't remember anything worth mentioning right now as a 'remember-when…'

"You were fuzzing over how boring it was staying inside all the time… It was winter, and freezing outside… And man, I agreed!" he nodded thoughtfully, "I guess uncle Bobby felt sorry for our pathetic asses, because the man baked. For the first time in God-damned-ever, at least that I know of, uncle Bobby baked us homemade buns, with raisins. And then he cooked up some hot-chocolate… And we just watched a movie…"

Sammy smiled, remembering the moment.

"Yeah…" he said knowingly, "And he was actually pretty good at baking!"

"You bet he was!"

Then they sat there in silence for a while, the only sounds in the room was the movie and the sound of them devouring their pizza slices.

"We should probably visit him soon, you know… Just for fun…"

Sammy nodded, "That would be great…"

"Yeah…" Dean stared blankly out in the air in front of him, secretly hoping that the threat of a buckshot shower wasn't including him…

More to come I guess...

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More shamelessness is coming, aaand more fluffy scenes too, I guess...