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A/N: Hey guys! I'm like speechless. The reaction I got from my last chapter was like, WoW! so thank you all so much! This chapter is short and I apologize for that but I finally have a grip on where I will probably be heading from here. So, please read and hopefully enjoy.


Dean looked up as the sound of a door opening bought him back from what he was doing. One wrist was bleeding freely and he still had to do the other one. Can't a guy kill himself in some fucking peace! No I suppose not, I'm not that lucky. Dean poked his head around the bathroom door to see a shocked looking Sammy standing in the middle of the room with his mouth open.

Sammy! What the hell? No, no that's not Sammy. Dean you finally lost it. His dead and you're seeing things. Just hurry up and get the other wrist done. Dean leaned his head back and squeezed his eyes shut tight. Maybe he was seeing things because of his exhausted state. Sammy was dead, he had died in Dean's arms. There was no way in hell he could be here now, looking so bloody shocked.

Sam froze in the middle of the room. It was exactly like his vision. But Dean wasn't anywhere that he could see. Oh god, please don't let me have been too late. Not here, not like this! Then Sam saw something that made him want to cry and laugh at the same time. He saw Dean poke his head around the corner. He was alive!

"Dean! Oh Christ Dean! It's okay. I'm okay, you're okay." Sam blurted out rushing towards his brother, seeing the damage his bother had already managed to do to himself. Sam stopped short, standing in front of Dean when his older brother looked up to him and held the piece of broken mirror to his other wrist threateningly.

Sam held his hands up non threatening way. Dean had a wild look in his eyes, a look that Sam had never seen before and instantly didn't like. It was a look that told Sam that his brother was way over the edge, and if pushed slightly would fall.

Dean was having trouble focusing on what was happening. Maybe he was dead already, maybe one wrist had been enough. He looked up at what ever it was that looked like his Sammy and laughed, "I'm okay, Sammy's okay." He said in a mocking tone, "Are you fucking blind! Get away from me. You're not him. You're not Sammy. Sammy's dead! He died in my arms!" he sneered pressing the broken mirror down harder. What the hell was this thing? Why was everything so hell bent in making his time on earth hard?

Sam felt his heart tear in two. Dean had always been the strong one, but now he had fallen apart. What now college boy? If it was any other time Sam would have laughed that his inner voice sounded just like Dean, "No Dean. It's me, I'm Sammy and I'm right here. They didn't kill me, you didn't kill me." Sam searched his mind quickly for something to say that would try and make this situation better.

Dean smiled. Not a kind smile but a sad smile, "If he's not dead then why am I covered in his blood?"

"Dean that's not my blood. Look I'm fine. Okay you know those nightmares you were having?" Sam paused as Dean flinched at the word nightmares, "They were caused by some sick twisted bitch that has it in for you okay. She was using dark magic or something. The one you had before about me dying. It's not real. Dean please you're bleeding, I gotta fix that wound." Sam said pleading with his puppy dog eyes.

When Dean didn't say anything Sam took it as an okay and moved closer to his older brother.

The older hunter's eyelids dropped a little. This was too much. He couldn't deal with this. He wouldn't deal with this. But what if what this thing that looked like Sam said was true? Maybe Sam really was alive. Maybe, just maybe that thing standing there was actually his little brother. Dean opened his eyes to see Sam moving towards him cautiously. Dean flinched back, "Stay away from me. Last warning." He said slurring his words slightly and raising his knife at the worried boy in front of him.

Sam stopped dead. This wasn't working. Dean wasn't going to believe him. At least not right now. He watched as the arm Dean held the knife in dropped slightly. The weapon proving too heavy for his brother to hold up much longer.

"Dean please you've lost a lot of blood. You have to let me dress the wound damn it." Sam said his tone now like their father's was when he gave an order.

Dean nodded his head slowly. Everything was starting to get fuzzy. He could almost swear he was sixteen and his Dad was giving him an order, and Dean being the good little soldier he is, wasn't about to start disobeying orders now.

Sighing in relief the younger Winchester moved forward slowly so as not to startle the older man. He crouched down in front of Dean and gently took the knife and piece of broken mirror from his brother and threw them out of reach into the bedroom.

Sam grabbed a towel from behind him and pressed it hard on the wound. Dean was bleeding too fast. The shock from seeing his supposedly dead little brother show up to say 'hi', had upped his heart rate, which in turn had upped his bleeding. Sam was shocked to feel how cold and clammy Dean's skin felt and swore under his breath for not getting here sooner.

The older hunter closed his eyes to try and rid himself of the dizziness he was feeling. He was suddenly overcome with a wave of tiredness and all he wanted to do was sleep. Fall asleep right now and never wake up. Through the haze he could hear Sam's voice telling him to stay awake and talk to me and keep your eyes open damn it. It was the worry in the voice that made Dean realize this person was his little brother. It was his Sammy. He didn't know how, and didn't care how but he had his Sammy back.

Maybe it was his guardian angel. Dean smiled softly at the thought. Of course that would be just Dean's luck. Instead of getting some hot blonde clad in skimpy white lingerie he would have Sam as his guardian angel. I suppose that would make the little geek happy being able to bug me for the rest of time. Dean wouldn't admit it but he wouldn't have it any other way.

"Dean open your eyes! Come on man you can do it." Sam said loudly searching for his phone. He had to get help, and he had to get it fast. Sam smiled when his older brother opened his eyes slightly and a small smile spread across his face.

"Hey Sammy boy. You wanna go to the park? Dad said we have to do some sparring and it's a nice day outside." Dean said wearily.

The smile from Sam's face dropped. Shit his delusional. Sam reached forward and lifted his brother's head more into the light. His face was extremely pale and eye's were starting to roll into the back of his head, "Shit. Dean stay with me man," he tapped the side of Dean's face lightly, "Talk to me about something. Tell me about, tell me about the last girl you hooked up with." That should get his attention.

Dean exhaled loudly, his head was spinning but some words made it through the haze. Girl and hooked up with. He smiled to himself. Yeah he would love a girl right about now. A nice brunette, because no matter what he or Sam said, he liked brunettes more than blondes on most occasions, "Mmm, yeah a nice brunette. Some fries would be nice, and a beer." He slurred. God he was so tired, and he was getting cold.

He wanted to sleep so badly. It felt like someone had wrapped him in cotton and he was floating. Well at least Sammy's okay. I think. He thought before plunging into a cold darkness.

Sam finally managed to find the mobile he had stolen from Sebastian. He dialed quickly.

"911, please state your emergency." came the bored voice of the operator.

"Yeah, I need an ambulance to a motel called Bill's Place. My brother, he had an accident. His bleeding really badly and I can't stop the flow. Please hurry, we're in room 305." He spat out hurriedly.

"Okay I've dispatched an ambulance, they should be with you in 5 minutes. Keep pressure on the wound. Is he breathing? Alert?" she asked.

"Yeah he's still breathing. But he feels really cold. He's alert but his not making much sense." Sam paused noticing Dean' slumped and not moving form, "Dean? Dean wake up! Shit his lost consciousness." Sam dropped the phone on the floor and pressed harder on the wound. The blood had soaked through the towel. Not good. "Come on Dean, wake up." Dean didn't move. His breathing ragged.

Sam's heart rate shot through the roof, "Dean. Come on man wake up. Someone's stealing your Impala!" Sam said hoping that his brother would miraculously recover, get up, run out, check the car, and come back in and yell at Sam for almost giving him a heart attack like that.

But Dean didn't even bat an eyelid. In fact it seemed his breathing became a little shallower. Sam felt for a pulse and was grateful to feel a steady beat beneath his fingers. Sam tapped Dean's face a little harder than he had done previously and swore under his breath when Dean yet again didn't respond. Dean's skin was now covered in a film of sweat.

Sam could feel Dean's blood coming through the towel and warming his hand, "God damn it Dean. Don't you dare die on me! Not now!"

The sound of sirens brought Sam out of his trance. A few seconds later four Paramedics rushed into the little bathroom, pushing Sam out of the way.

Less than two minutes later Dean was on a gurney and being rushed to one of the two waiting ambulances out the front. Sam watched it all like he was watching a movie. Words like external hemorrhage and large laceration to left wrist and a lot of medical mumbo jumbo that Sam didn't understand, made it through the haze.

A hand on his shoulder made Sam jump. He turned around fast, almost losing his footing before he realized it was just one of the ambos. The ambo looked to be mid fifties with graying hair and kind eyes.

"Do you want to ride with us son? I don't think you're in a position to drive right now." He asked.

Sam nodded, he didn't trust his voice if he were to answer. He let the nice ambo lead him to the ambulance Dean was in. Seeing his brother like that tore Sam's heart out. He sat next to him and grasped Dean's leg, needing the physical contact.

Closing his eyes Sam leant back and took in a deep breath. Dean was going to be fine, the ambos had him now. They would make everything okay and Dean would be climbing the hospital walls trying to get out in the next few days.

A harsh voice entered through the haze of Sam's thoughts, "We've lost his pulse!"


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Mishka xXx