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Woooowww! I'm already on chapter ten! I didn't intend to make it this long, but it is like no where's near done.

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"Dean, what happened, where am I?" Sam's weak voice croaked.

"We're at the shelter, Sammy. You were hurt when we were attacked by the big-foot and passed out on the way here."

"Why is the room spinning?" Sam said, very disoriented.

"You got a nasty bump on your head," Dean said, unable to hide his grin.

"Why are you laughing, what is so funny?" To Sam, the world was very hazy, and the grin on his brother's face confused him. "And, uhhh," he groaned, "why does my side hurt so badly?"

"I'm not laughing at you, I'm just happy your up is all." The grin stayed planted on Dean's face. "And don't move around too much. You have stitches in your side. You've got a pretty bad slice on your side."

"That explains a lot. How long have I been out?"

"Umm.. about 56 hours," Dean said nonchalantly, trying to make it seem like it wasn't a big deal. The truth was, those had been the most painful hours of Dean's life, but Dean wasn't about to admit that to his brother.

"56 hours! That is like 2 ½ days!" said Sam, "Wait, why did we stay up here for two days?"

"Well, I don't know how to break this to you, but we are snowed in. It is over 6 feet."

"You know, I never liked snow. But, Dean, wait, what happened to the big-foot?"

"Ahh.. what?" The job had been the farthest thing from Dean's mind. In these pass two days, all he could thing about was Sam. Now that the reason that they were up here came back to mind, Dean was slightly worried.

"You know, the big-foot that almost killed me. Did you get it?" said Sam as he got more and more anxious. The look in his brother's eyes was scaring him.

"Well, umm.. no. You see, it had you in its hand, and if I shot at its heart it might have hit you. So, I don't really know where it is."

"So, we're still in danger. Shit, this is not good. Dean, we have to get these people out of here."

"Sam, we have to get you out of here. You have a fever, your weak, you have a concussion, and I'm scared that your cut may get infected."

"I'm fine, don't worry about me," Sam lied. He felt detached and exhausted. The world was foggy and spinning. He knew that his fever was getting worse, but he didn't care. They needed to save these people.

"Sammy, you're not fine. Stop worrying about everyone else and start caring about you."

"Dean," Sam said, his eyes fluttering, "can we talk about this later? I'm really tired man."

"Sam, I don't know if it is ok for you to sleep, let me go ask…. Sam?" His words had gone unheard, for Sam's head lolled to the side and his chest rose and fell peacefully.

"Lazy son of a bitch," Dean muttered, smiling at how peaceful Sam looked.

He walked over to where Hilary was sleeping and shook her awake. "Hilary, wake up," Dean said, shaking her from her slumber. "Sam woke up."

"He did! That's great. I have to go talk to him to see how bad the concussion is," said Hilary, getting up from her place on the couch.

"Oh, well, he already went back to sleep."

"That quickly? How long was he up for?" said Hilary, sounding worried.

"I don't know, only about 5 minutes."

At this, Hilary jumped out of her make-shift bed and walked over to the snoozing Sam. She placed a hand on his forehead and then checked his pulse.

"His fever's gotten worse, and his heart beat is a little slow. Dean, if we don't get him to a doctor in the next 72 hours, he might-" Hilary started. But she was interrupted.

By a roar.

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"Shit, I really do not need this right down," Dean cried out in frustration.

"Dean," Sam's shaky voice cried out.

"I know Sammy, it is here," Dean said, searching for his salt gun.

"We've got to get it," Sam whispered, sounding disoriented. He tried to get up, only to fall onto Josh, who was sleeping on the couch next to him.

"Whoa, Sam, you're up! You ok buddy, what are you doing out of bed," said the newly woken Josh.

"No, Sam, you stay here," Dean ordered.

"Dean," Sam whined, "You can't go out there by yourself! Please, let me help." Again, he tried vainly to get up.

"Sammy, stop. You stay here and protect them ok." Dean pointed to the newly woken group members while preventing Sam from getting up.

Sam looked up at him with glazed over, puppy dog eyes and nodded.

"Here," Dean handed him another salt gun and patted him on the shoulder. "I'll be back soon."

"Ok," He whispered, weakly falling back on to the chair.

Dean grabbed his gun and hurried up the emergency exit. When he finally reached the hatch and go on to the roof, he decided to stay there rather than go on the ground in fear of sinking into the snow. Cocking his gun, Dean searched for the beast. Finally, he saw it running towards him in the distance, letting out a horrific cry.

As the big-foot neared, Dean aimed for its heart. Hands shaking, Dean took his first shot.

Only to discover he had no bullets.

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The monster was too close for him to turn back now, so Dean whipped his knife out of his pocket and prepared for battle.

When it was finally close enough, the Winchester took a stab at its lower abdomen. An agonized shriek is what he got in return. "That was for Sammy."

While enjoying his minor victory, Dean didn't see the gigantic hand that swung around until it smacked into him, sending him flying a good ten feet.

Everything around Dean was spinning. He shuck his head, trying to get his vision straightened out. He ached every where and he couldn't bring himself to move, but nothing felt broken. Suddenly he heard the snow crunching behind him. He turned his heard slowly, not wanting to see the sight that was surely coming towards him. His heart pounded in his chest as he realized the beast was only a few steps away.

"No, please, I don't want to die. Please," he begged in his own mind with the beast. "I'm only 26. I haven't gotten to do anything, I haven't gotten to live. What about Sammy, at least let me say goodbye, please!"

But the big-foot continued to advance. It reached out a hand, and Dean closed his eyes and braced for pain. But it never came. Instead, Dean heard something that was the sweetest sound in the world. The sound of a gun shot.

Dean heard as the bullet made contact with the beast's shoulder, the same one he had hit mere day's before. The animal screamed out in pain and fled, leaving Dean still in shock of nearly dying.

"Dean," a weak voice cried out, which was, of course, the voice of his little brother. The one that was awake and standing. The one that had just saved his ass.