Yeah so I had my beta yelling at the computer when this one ended... So I hope you enjoy, and don't kill me... Though I have the last chapter to this story written, and you won't be happy!

Sam shot up in the bed, and looked to the door. The wood in the door splintered, and Sam moved his hand to move the door open. An agitated smile formed on the youngest Winchester's face, and when he spoke, his voice was filled with hate and malice. "Mark."

Rio snapped his head toward the door, and his face paled as he caught the scent of the man, and knew that he was a shifter too. There was something off about his scent, so Rio knew that the man couldn't turn to the form of a leopard, though he could shift.

The man held a knife out, as if he were prepared to throw it, and everyone in the room tensed. "I'm going to enjoy killing you, Senor Santana," he said with a smirk, and Sam's jaw flexed.

Before anyone could do anything, Sam had gotten off the bed, and walked toward the man standing in the doorway. In an unexpected move, Sam dove at the man, and that pushed both of them off the porch. "You won't hurt my family, you son of a bitch! I'll die before you get the chance to hurt them," Sam ground out, and his eyes turned to their normal color, a look of fear and triumph lining them, just as they hit the ground.

Sam heard and felt something snap in his ribs, and his already injured wrist. His head had hit something and now pain was exploding through it, leaving white and black spots dancing in his vision. Before the darkness claimed him, he felt someone roll him over so he was on his back.

He didn't know who it was, that was standing over him,but knew it wasn't the man that he had taken down, and he said, "Can't hurt my family," before the darkness surrounded him, pulling him into unconsciousness.

Dean looked down at his brother, and reached down to turn him over gently. Sam's eyes were glazed, and it looked as if he was having trouble focussing. Dean saw his lips moving and bent his head down to hear what was being said.

"Can't hurt my family," he heard Sam say, and watched as his brother's eyes rolled back. There was a gash on his head and it looked as if his wrist had been re-broken. He looked up to Rio, who wordlessly nodded, and started to the house to get his radio and get the paramedics to help Sam.

Dean started probing Sam's abdomen and torso to see if anything was broken. When he pushed a little on the fifth rib on Sam's left side, Sam groaned. Dean looked up and saw that while Sam was still unconscious, his face now had a mask of pain on it. He lifted Sam's shirt and saw there was a nasty bruise starting to form where he had just pressed.

Dean felt himself being pulled away from Sam a few minutes later as wind ripped through the clearing where they were. He looked up to see Rio holding him back as the paramedics worked on Sam, and he stopped fighting the hold.

Sam was loaded onto a stretcher after a neck brace was secured around his neck. The stretcher was carried to the helicopter, and a paramedic came over to him. "Are any of you family?" the man asked, and Dean nodded. He watched as the man, Mark, who had come to kill Rio was checked and found dead, and a small smile formed on his face.

"I'm his brother," Dean said, and the man immediately turned his attention to the eldest Winchester brother.

"If you want to ride with your brother in the helicopter, you have to get in right now... He needs to be taken to the hospital right away." Dean nodded and looked up to Rio, who let him go; the man gave him a look that told him to go, that he would be there as soon as he could.

Dean ran to the helicopter, getting in behind the paramedic and grabbed Sam's hand. The hand was limp, folded in his own, and Dean moved his thumb in circles over it. Sam groaned as the paramedics went to work, and did what they could to help Sam. At one point Sam even made a gurgled scream as the paramedics pressed on his sore ribcage, but he never woke up.

Dean didn't know how much time had passed, but he felt himself being pulled away from Sam again as they landed at a hospital. Sam was whisked down the hall, towards surgery, where they were going to repair internal bleeding they had found while in the helicopter.

Dean just numbly walked down the hall into the waiting room, and collasped into a chair, waiting to hear any news about Sam.

As he waited, numerous people came to talk to Dean about Sam. He had given so much information about Sam, and filled out so many forms, you would think a biography was being written. He was just about to tell the doctor who was talking to him now to fuck off when he felt a hand on his shoulder, and turned to see Rio and Rachael standing there.

"Doctor would you mind if Dean answered questions later? He doesn't even know if his brother is going to make it at the moment," Rachael asked, her voice gentle and soothing, yet demanding at the same time, and the doctor nodded, making Dean smile.

"Thank you," Dean said to Rachael, who smiled. "I would not have been accountable for my actions to that man if he had asked me one more question about Sammy." Rio laughed at that, and nodded in understanding.

Dean was about to say something else when he saw a young doctor walking toward him, and recognized the woman as one of the people who had been working on Sam. Dean was at attention immediately, and he felt Rachael rest her hand on his arm in reassurance, a gesture that he gave her a smile for.

"Dean Winchester?" the doctor asked, and Dean nodded. "My name is Dr. Renee Canne (pronounced Cain), and I was one of the doctors working on you brother." Dean looked to her black eyes to see sadness and regret there. Dean immediately tensed, knowing something was wrong.

"What's wrong with him?" Dean asked, his voice small and tense.

"Well, he had severe internal bleeding, but we had that taken care of with little difficulty, and then we had his wrist plated and casted, so there is now a metal plate and screws in his wrist." The doctor shifted her feet nervously, and when she looked up, sorrow filled her eyes. "We then took him for a CT scan, to see the damage to his brain from the hit to his head, and that is where things got really bad." The doctor choked on her own words, and Dean flinched as if she had hit him.

"Has Sam been having severe pain in his head, or nose bleeds, lately?" the doctor asked, and Dean nodded. The doctor looked regretful, but continued none the less. "We found a tumor in Sam's brain, and with the hit to the head, it pushed his brain over it's 'safety level.' The turmor is inopperable," she said quietly and looked down.

When she looked up tears were glistening in her eyes. "Your brother has a week at most to live," she said, and Dean stumbled backwards, the words hitting him full force, and his vision blurred. He felt light headed and couldn't draw in a breath, his chest constricting painfully.

"A week?" he asked, and then blacked out.

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-Ana