Author's Note: I know this chapter has taken forever to be posted, but I've been super busy with moving and finishing up exams. This one is pretty short, but now that I have time, the next part will be posted in a few days, I promise! Hope it was worth the wait!

WARNING: There is an intensely graphic section in this chapter. If you are prone to vomiting from your own imagination, then you have been warned. :)

Disclaimer: blah, blah, blah... I don't own Supernatural or the boys, but boy oh boy if I did...

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Chapter 5: Whiplash

"OH MY GOD!" Sam jolted out of bed, his entire body shaking. Tears ran down his cheeks at the images he had just felt.

The bathroom door flew open, Dean standing without a shirt and three quarters of his face covered with shaving cream. Sam quickly wiped his face, not wanting his brother to see the angst in his eyes.

"Sam? Oh, God. You had another, didn't you?"

Sam walked into the bathroom, refusing to have eye contact with his brother. He leaned over the sink, throwing cold water over his face.

"What did you see?" Sam clenched his jaw, not yet ready to talk. He grabbed a towel and dried his dripping his face. Before he could lift his head, Dean grabbed his shoulders, twisting his around so Sam would face him. "I'm not an idiot, Sam. Tell me what you saw so I know what I need."

Sam's eyes fell to the ground. "You can't help this one Dean." His voiced stopped in his throat before revealing what he saw. The fear of what Dean's reaction would be was too great. "Maybe you should just… leave. So you don't have to see."

Sam closed his eyes. Sending his brother away was the last thing he wanted to do, but he couldn't let Dean see him in any more pain, either from his growing headache or from whatever it was that would happen after that dream.

"Dude, are you high? There's no way I'm leaving."

"Dean, I'm not kidding. I went through hell watching as you were dying after your heart attack." Sam was practically screaming, unaware of his misdirected anger. "Not being able to help you was the worst thing I have ever gone through. We were lucky to find the faith healer and somehow, I don't think we will find one for this. I won't let you go through the same thing I did." Sam began to pull away, determined not to have to face him. He didn't get very far as Dean slammed his hand into Sam's chest, stopping him in his tracks.

"Well, that's just too damn bad." Dean stood shouting right back at his brother. "There is no way you can deal with this by yourself. You would have died twice over if I wasn't there with your chest growing holes and your popsicle episode. I'm the one who is supposed to protect you, even if that means knocking you out again, which I will gladly do, so don't tempt me. I am not leaving you Sam."

"Fine, then I will. I don't want you to watch me die again!" Sam stalked out of the bathroom toward the hotel room door, his headache finally deciding to teeter off.

Dean started to call out to his baby brother, but only got as far as opening his mouth before Sam stopped dead in his tracks halfway across the room. His breathing was growing rapidly.

"Sam?" Dean took a cautious step, not sure what to expect.

SNAP! Sam's head whipped around, too fast for it to be under his own power. Dean gasped aloud at the sudden movement. The brothers locked eyes for a brief few seconds before Sam collapsed to the floor, unable to move.

Dean ran to his side, unaware he was screaming Sam's name. He stopped when Sam didn't move. No, no please God no. He placed his hand on his brother's neck, searching for a pulse. He found one. It was faint, but it was definitely there.

"Sam, can you move?" Dean searched his face, trying to find any response. All he could see was Sam's wide eyes darting around. They were filled with panic. A tear fell from Sam's eye; the only response he could make.

"It's okay Sammy. It's okay. You're not bleeding and you can breathe. It'll all be over in a second, like last time." Dean closed his eyes, silently praying it would be true. He didn't see Sam's eyes react to the realization that Dean had no idea what was coming. He opened his eyes as the sound of Sam's breathing stop sharply.

As he watched, the skin around Sam's neck began to break, popping like stitches being pulled apart by an unseen force. A necklace of blood began to flow. The skin curled back, revealing muscles and tendons which snapped a second later. Dean could feel bile rising into his throat as he saw the pulsating esophagus snap like a rubber hose and he could now see the vertebras of his brother's spine. It'll heal. It will like last time. Dean could barely pull his eyes from the horrible reality and looked at his brother's face. Somehow, Sam was still alive. His mouth opened slightly in a silent cry for help, but was quickly filling with blood. A crimson river trailed out of the corner of Sam's trembling lips, a final wet bubble bursting in his mouth from his lacerated throat. The tears started to flow as Dean heard the neck bones snap apart. Sam's eyes went glassy as his oxygen deprived body began to fail. Dean turned his head, vomiting across the floor, unable to look back at his brother's now decapitated head. The blood pool started to mix with his vomit, threatening to make him heave again.

Dean didn't know how long he kneeled there, watching the blood inch toward his puddle of vomit, slowly mixing. He definitely did not want to have to look at his brother right now. He wasn't sure he would be able to keep himself together or sane for that matter. His ears told him Sammy still wasn't breathing. Why wasn't he healing? Dean stared up at the ceiling, silently praying to hear the unearthly sound of bones being reattached.

A minute passed. Another minute. Five. Dean's body started to shake, unable to hold back the giant sob welling up in his chest. It had been too long. He was gone. Why didn't it work this time? WHY THE FUCK DIDN'T THEY FIX HIM?

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Hope the wait was worth it. Sorry this chapter was so short, but I want the next couple scenes to be on the same page. I know the imagery of Sam's neck getting ripped apart was a little far fetched, but I tried to make it work. :) Please R&R.