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Warning: NOT A HAPPY STORY.

A/N: Hello! Fair warning, this chapter is SUPER short, but I will probably update in a couple days so don't freak out. I am currently out of town, but the reviews I received from you have inspired my to update sooner than I thought. Thank you to Jotade, foreverafangirl93, babyreaper, , dabo pacem, PriWinchester, stedan, and my 1 guest for leaving reviews! I really enjoyed hearing from you guys and will do my best to answer all your questions right here. If I don't explain well enough or you are still confused, let me know after this chapter and the next.

Stedan: You will find out how Jess got killed, I haven't forgotten her. You will also find out how Sam got crippled, though not for quite a few more chapters. I haven't decided 100% on an ending yet. I might have Dean forgive him, I might not. I will take your opinion into consideration though. Let me know if it changes in the coming chapters. ;)

Dabo pacem: I'm happy that you're happy! I've been leaning towards not having Dean forgive Sam, but as I said above, I haven't completely made my decision yet. It's still up in the air. Let me know if you're opinion changes in the coming chapters at all. I will definitely consider what you said when I decide how to end this. :)

Babyreaper: That's the plot of my story is that Dean hates Sam. I understand it's not what happened in the show and that it may be a bit far fetched, but this is what I thought would be interesting to write about. I hope you start to enjoy my story more in the coming chapters. :)

Again, so sorry for the short chapter. I will update as soon as possible.

The lines mean either time change or POV change.

Sam's POV

Sam glanced up at his brother at the question. He hoped he hadn't said too much in his sleep. Clearly he did though. He didn't want to get into it, but knew he had to have some honesty with Dean if he ever wanted to regain his brother's trust. "Um, a girl I dated," he replied. He would have to be truthful, but he wouldn't say anymore than necessary. He didn't want Dean's pity or worse - for Dean to believe Sam was weak.

Dean nodded, seeming satisfied for the present. Sam let out a small sigh of relief as Dean took another swig of his drink. Sam knew that his brother wouldn't let it go and would definitely push for more details later. In the meantime, Sam would just have to think of a good cover up story so Dean wouldn't see his mistake.

Dean checked his watch and said, "Well, we may as well hit the road now. No point in staying here any longer." He stood up and packed up the remaining things that he had out. Sam stood as well - wobbling a bit before regaining his balance - and grabbed his duffle and started walked unevenly out to his car.

"You wanna just follow me?" Dean asked. Sam glanced up at Dean and for the first time since they had been reunited, Dean seemed unsure of himself. The look dissipated quickly when Dean noticed Sam staring.

Sam cleared his throat. "Yeah, sure."

Dean nodded, ending the conversation. Sam took his leave, hoping that he was doing the right thing. He still couldn't rid himself of the impression that something terrible was going to happen. Once in his car, he swallowed another pain pill. He couldn't let his bum leg stop him from hunting. He refused to act weak.

13 hours later, Dean pulled into the parking lot at the base of a hiking trail, Sam right on his tail. A sign just ahead told them they had arrived at Blackwater Ridge. Dean parked the black car quickly and walked to the trunk to get the necessary gear. Sam joined his brother soon, his posture and face displaying utter exhaustion. Dean handed him a flare gun. Sam took it wordlessly, knowing it's use.

After reviewing the plan once more the boys trekked off into the woods. Dean led the way through the trees, Sam trailed awkwardly after him. Several times he fell behind and Dean paused impatiently for him to catch up. After stopping for the fifth time Dean snapped, "If you can't keep up better, I'll just leave your ass behind."

The blood drained from Sam's face as Dean turned away to keep going. He didn't see Sam swallow three more pain pills. Sam seemed to keep up a little bit better after that.

Six hours of silent hiking later, they stop to make camp for the night. "You set up camp, I'll work on protection," Dean ordered without a single look. Dean threw his stuff down and headed off.

Meanwhile, the pain in Sam's leg was excruciating, the painkillers having done little to take away the pain. He sat down on a nearby log and swallowed another two pills, noting the fact he only had one left. How in the hell will I be able to kill a Wendigo if I can't even stand? He would need to be very careful with his last one and hurry to get the hunt over with.

He took only a minute to rest before starting on collecting firewood. It didn't take long for him to start a fire, the training he'd received growing up coming back rather easy. By the time he'd finished with the fire, Dean was able to help set up their tents. Though he'd figured it from the start, it hurt Sam some that they were to sleep in separate tents. Dean set up his tent across the fire from him - the furthest he possibly could without leaving the boundary of their protective sigils. Sam could almost see the tension between them. He cooked up some dinner - Ramen that he'd bought at one of their gas stops - and sat across from Dean as they ate. He wondered what he should say if anything.

A/N: So sorry for the short chapter! The next chapter is MUCH longer and I didn't want to combine this one and the last one. I hope you enjoyed it anyways! I love receiving feedback from you guys! Please continue to review and let me know how I'm doing. If you are confused as to what's going on or what's going to happen, let me know! I will do my best to clarify without giving away what's going to happen next.

Thank you again for reading and all the reviews! I love you guys!