1Disclaimer: Nope. Still don't own them.

"Sam, I'm fine. I just need something to eat."

"Well, just let me go get it. What do you want?"

"No. We'll both go. On our way into town I noticed there was a burger joint a few blocks down. It's not that far and we won't be out for too long."

"Dean, I think you should stay here and rest. You look really tired. I mean after all you went through last night-"

"Oh, cut the girl crap. I'm fine and we're both goin. Now come on. I'm hungry."

Sam was beat and they both knew it. He knew better than to push the subject as they headed out. He automatically made his way to the passenger side.

"No. You drive."

Sam stared blankly at his brother. He was so stunned at the words that just came out of Dean's mouth that he didn't even notice the keys that were hurtling toward him. They caught him just above the eye before falling to the ground. He didn't flinch or anything. Just stood there.

"Sammy?.."

Sam snapped back to life. He bent down and scooped up the keys. He stood back up slowly. His eyes looked Dean over. They then settled on his face looking for even a hint of pain, fear, or exhaustion. All that Sam saw was annoyance.

"Dammit, Sam! Either you get your ass in the drivers seat or I'm taken the keys and leavin you here."

"Fine." Sam got in the car and watched as Dean slowly lowered himself into the passenger seat. "It's just that you never let me drive."

"I'm tryin that whole 'open to new ideas' thing. But if ya want I can ban you from comeing within ten feet of the car at all times."

"Smartass"

"Geek."

Sam strolled into the small café as Dean gingerly followed. They made their way to the nearest booth. As they sat down a large, middle aged woman came out of the kitchen. Her grey hair was done up in a beehive do. She wore a light blue outfit with an at-one-time-may-have-been-white, grease covered apron. Her name-tag read 'Sally Sue'. She looked at Sam and then her eyes wandered to Dean.

"You alright boy. If you gotta hurl then there's a bathroom 'round that corner."

"I'll be fine. It's just been a bad day."

"If you say so." she shot him a skeptical look before adding, "Well now. What can I get you boys?"

"I'll take a hamburger, an order of fries, and a coffee. Dean?"

"I think I will just have a cheeseburger, an order of fries, a large coffee and do you happen to have any cherry pie?"

"Why yes we do."

"Alright then. I'll take two slices of that too. Thanks."

"Well now. You are welcome. It'll be a few moments now."

She headed back toward the kitchen. When she reached the door she turned back and gazed at them. She looked at Dean as if she were expecting him to drop dead at any moment. Dean looked up and noticed she was starring. She quickly rushed into the kitchen. Both boys looked up as the bell over the door rang. A little girl with blonde, curly pigtails came skipping in. She was wearing a sun dress covered in Sunflowers and had a floppy doll clutched in one hand. She skipped up to the counter. Choosing the seat closest to the boys she plopped down. Sam looked back at Dean. He had an unusual look in his eyes.

"Hey man. What's wrong?"

"That girl. There's something about her. It's like I know her from somewhere. Somewhere unpleasant." A sudden wave of nausea fell over Dean. "Dude, I gotta pee."

"I'm not sure if it's your complete lack of hygiene or the fact that you have no manners to speak of that drive the girls crazy."

"Haha. Very funny. I don't see um all over you there Sammy."

Dean stood slowly and started to make his way to the restroom. He was halfway there when someone grabbed his hand. He turned and found himself facing the little girl.

"Hi, Dean. You were a naughty boy. You didn't play fair. Now you have to go to time out."

Dean tried to pull away but she just gripped his hand tighter. Sam saw what was happening. He shot out of the booth as the girl started to sing 'Mary had a little lamb'. He watched in horror as Dean's eyes rolled into the back of his head. He noticed his brother start to sway dangerously.

"Dean!"

Sam tried to grab him but it was too late. Dean's knees buckled and he was sent hurtling toward the hard linoleum. On the way down his chest collided with a table. There was a sickening crunch as his ribs cracked. Sam dropped to his knees. He pulled Dean into his lap.

"What did you do to him!"

The girl simply looked down at Dean and smiled. She then casually skipped out the door. Sam turned his attention back to his unconscious brother.

"Dean! Dean? Come on, man! Stay with me. Stay with my voice."

He could feel Dean's heart racing and see his eyes darting under his eyelids.

"Nooo, go away. Stop."

"Dean!"

His eyes snapped open and went wild until they came to rest on Sam.

"Sammy!"

"It's alright. I'm here."

Sam pulled Dean to his feet so they could make their way to the Impala. They had just reached the passenger side when Dean's knees gave. He started to wheeze and shake. Sam got him in the seat just as he started clawing at his neck and chest. His eyes were wide and panic flashed through them.

"Dean! Stop it. Let me see."

Sam smacked him in the side of the head. Dean hesitated for a moment giving Sam just enough time to rip his shirt open. His eyes lingered on the scar. The bruising around had stopped growing but still looked bad. His eyes made their way up to his ribs. He was startled at how the quickly the ugly bruise that went horizontally across his chest had formed. He could see a large lump where one of the ribs appeared to be broken.

"Dean. Look at me. You are going to be okay but we have to go to the hospital now. I think you probably punctured a lung. No big deal."

His voice was calm and even until he got to the last sentence. His voice cracked as he noticed the love and trust that his big brother looked at him with. He fought back the tears. He jumped into the car and tore off toward the hospital. They pulled up to the emergency room. Sam ran to Dean. He picked him up and gasped. Their was blueish tint to Dean's lips...

How did you like it? Better or Worse then the other 2? Just gotta know.