Chapter 2

It took everything inside himself, to keep him from losing it. Sam was laying there on the floor, a stream of blood running from head. Dried blood. He'd been there a while. Congratulations, Dean, you've won brother of the year Dean was about to begin a serious round of kicking himself when a thought hit him. Is he breathing?

Dean knelt down beside his brother and leaned in. The breathing was heavy but consistent. Good, good. Dean pulled Sam in towards him caressing his baby brother's head. "Sammy, wake up. C'mon man." It was more of a whimpered request than a demand. Dean's eyes scanned the room, willing his mind to put the missing pieces together. Tylenol, blood on the sink...Slowly the scene played itself out before him. Why didnt i wake up? He was only like 10 feet away? i should have heard something

Dean tried again to get Sam to open his eyes. "Sam wake up!" this time his voice was strong and loud. Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Tears started to form in Dean's eyes but he brushed them away before they fell. Shifting his weight, he tried to get in a position to lift Sam. He brought his hand under Sam's neck to support him, and started to reach for his legs when he stumbled. Dean heard Sam's head crack on the hard tile floor and cursed. When did Sam get so heavy? 15 minutes later, Sam was tucked into bed.

Dean Winchester was not the kind of person to sit there and wait for something to happen. He was a man of action, and if he were to be completely honest, the idea of waiting terrified him. So, he set to work cleaning up the blood and glass, and when that was finished, he grabbed his father's journal, opened the laptop and turned his attention to the reason they were here in Terrabone. Work was something he could handle.

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Sam winced and opened his eyes, at least he thought he did. "Sammy, you up? You ok?" Sam smiled slowly hearing Dean's voice racked with relief over the constant clicking of the computer keys.

"Yeah, Dean, my head hurts but I'm ok" he sighed.

"Good, cause I was getting reading to call someone. I thought about it last nite but then I remembered we were a little low on cash and..."

Sam laid there listening to his older brother ramble. He did that sometimes when he was worried or nervous. Dean always liked to talk. He sat up slowly, his head throbbing.

"...and then I found you and you weren't moving so..."

"Dean what time is it?" Sam interrupted. Dean stopped and gave his brother a funny look.

"What's the matter bro? Cant turn your head to see the clock? Which is right next..."

"Could you just answer the question?" Sam snapped, cutting Dean off again. Instantly kicking himself, but something wasnt right.

"Fine! Dude, what's your problem?" Dean shot back, his voice tinged with anger. He was getting tired of Sam interrupting him. Taking a deep breath he shot a glance at the clock. "9 in the morning Sam. Satisfied?"

"Nine? I know you like the dark, man, but one would think you'd have turned on the lights by now!" Sam said jokingly. Dean stopped typing and slowly peeled his eyes from the computer screen.

"What are you talking about Sam?" Dean spoke slowly, concern seeping into his voice. "The lights are on."

Dean's words hit Sam like a ton of bricks. The lights are on...But it's so dark...the lights..

"DEAN, DEAN!" Sam screamed panic hanging onto every word, revelation hitting him. Dean ran to the bed, and Sam could feel his strong hands grasping his shoulder.

"Sammy, what is it, what's wrong. Is it your head? Do i need to take you to the hospital?" Sam turned toward the hand and brought his head up, his empty eyes meeting Dean's terror stricken ones. Dean jerked back, sinking onto the neighbooring bed. Fear gripping his heart.

"Dean, are you there?" Sam asked franctically, realizing his brother's once tight grip no longer existed. "Dean," Sam's voice gaining pitch and full of fear continued "I dont think...I...Dean, i cant see!"