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-Lee

He didn't want to go back to the world of pain he had come from. He had felt gentle touches on his face, that had turned into a burning sensation on his side, as it tried to rip him in two.

The suffocating feeling started to get worse and he tasted the blood, that ran down his throat, letting him wheeze for breath. He jerked as he choked on the blood, coming to full awareness immediately. As he jerked away from the excruciating hands, he fell on his hands and knees starting to cough, to splutter, to get rid of the disgusting stuff that congested his airways. His broken ribs shifted with the movement and he wanted to pass out again.

The small sound beside him, let him fought back the darkness that threatened to swallow him, and he crawled over to his brother, lying on the ground.

Dean was on his stomach, his head turned to the right side and his eyes closed.

His pallor under the smeared grime was ashen. He was sweaty and his breath came out to fast and too shallow. Sam closed his eyes as his vision swam again and tried to clear his view, by blinking several times. As he looked on he saw the blood on his brother's back.

Swallowing hard, he gently tugged on Dean's shirt, wincing as it clung to his back suppressing a sob as he saw the done damage.

He had to get him back. This was beyond his treating. He saw Dean's eyes snap open, as he touched his hurt back and tugged the shirt down.

Biting down hard, he grabbed him under his arms, starting to pull him up, wincing and forgetting to breathe as the burning in his chest continued to intensify.

He raised Dean's left arm, to pull it around his neck, almost letting go of him as he screamed out in pain.

"Just… little… to go…" he tried his voice, wincing at the distorted sound; that and the pain that came along with talking, but kept a firm hold of the arm. Dean's attempt to struggle against his grip was weak. " 'lmost there…" he whispered, ignoring his brother's fight and kept dragging on.

...

He stopped dazed as suddenly the trees were gone and sunlight blinded him for a moment. Raising his eyes he froze, looking at the people that as well had stopped and already started to gather around them, staring. He swayed, feeling his grip on Dean loosen, his gaze wandered around, meeting their eyes. Dean fell, as he suddenly couldn't hold onto him anymore, and he felt the pull of the darkness now, stronger then ever. With a whispered "Help… Please…" his legs buckled and unconsciousness claimed him before he hit the ground.

SPNSPN

The soft light of the afternoon sun woke him. He blinked slowly, his eyes coming to a rest on the other bed. A small smile flickered across his features as he watched his brother in his sleep but was replaced by a frown soon.

They'd be so screwed. He shifted slightly, wincing as his back protested at the small movement. Slowly he pushed himself upright, ignoring the pain and the weakness.

Finally sitting he breathed a couple of times, forcing himself to relax before he swung his feet off the bed.

At that moment the door opened and a doctor followed by a police officer came in.

Dean swallowed hard, putting both palms of his hands down on the mattress, watching the officer as he glanced around, then left the room without a word. He just knew the guy positioned himself in front of the door.

"I see you woke up, young man." The doctor started the conversation cheery. "Welcome back."

Grumbling something unintelligible under his breath Dean nodded.

"How do you feel?" The doctor continued, reading in a file.

" 'm okay." Dean mumbled.

"No pain? The wounds on your back seemed quite nasty. Had to stitch them each with fourteen stitches. I thought you'd die because of the loss of blood. Couldn't let that happen, could I?" he winked at him.

Dean snorted at that, but the doctor seemed obvious to his sarcasm.

"You two were quite the most exciting cases in the last couple of years I had…"

"How's Sammy?" Dean asked, stopping the incredible jolly doctor.

"Well, your "partner"…" he accentuated "partner", smiling dazzling, "… is going to be fine. Although, we were concerned about the blood, it seemed he only ruptured his vocal-chords, which's quite hurtful and he'll not be able to speak for a couple of days, but it's not life-threatening. He has two broken ribs and the nasty bite-wound, I assume you know about that?"

Unconsciously Dean's hand moved to his head, combing through his hair, this was giving him a headache.

"The only thing that keeps us really concerned is the neck-injury. Nothing broken though, it's only a bad contusion there, which will hurt some time."

The doctor stopped with his litany, suddenly looking concerned and serious.

"You should go back to sleep, young man. The last couple of hours were quite a strain for you too."

"When's the Sheriff gonna talk to us?" he asked, as he decided the doctor probably was right, and lay back down, feeling his arms tremble slightly.

"Ohhh, dear boy!" the doctor laughed, his eyes wrinkling and his nose scrunched up. It simply looked ridiculous.

"All business again, are we? Well, Sheriff Beckett positioned a guard outside your door. So, no one's gonna bug you."

The doctor again started to laugh and wrinkle every possible place of his face as he saw Dean's astonishment.

"What do you think Mr. Smith? We're a small town. It doesn't take long to spread news, especially if you're talking with the really, really infamous Doctor Sassy. If you want news to be spread…" he shrugged his shoulders and added: " But anyhow, we have manners and we treat our heroes well…"

...

He could hear soft voices, that found their way into his sleep.

The chatter continued and he felt the urge to smile, even though he wasn't awake yet.

Something in the voices changed, and he could feel soft touches coaxing him and he knew the voice – it was suddenly only one – was asking him to wake up.

His eyelids fluttered as he fought to wake up now, granting the persisting voice it's wish.

Finally succeeding in opening his eyes he almost startled as he looked directly into his brother's face, hovering above him.

He opened his mouth to say something, but couldn't. His throat felt dry and swollen.

Sam saw his brother starting to grin his eyes twinkling in mischief.

"Well, if that's not the sleeping-beauty finally deciding to join her prince…" he said, drawing back, but raising his index-finger as Sam attempted to speak again.

"Uh, uh, uh, Sammyboy. No speaking. Doctor's order." He said chipper, then turned serious.

"How are you feeling?"

Sam watched him for a moment, then mouthed a wordless "alright" to him.

Dean nodded, suddenly the grin back on his face, grabbing something out of Sam's view and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Dude, you wont believe me… but I swear… it's all true." Dean started his story, while munching on.

FIN