Ok guys, I am sorry for the lack of updates, things have been really crazy around here, but lets not go there, for all our sakes. I would like to thank all my reviewers for the last chapter, and I apologise to those I haven't replied to.

So reviewers for last chapter:

Xdaisy chainX: Unique is an interesting word, I'm glad you like this.

Darksideauthor: Yeah. Lol, I had that problem for a bit. Sorry if this isn't soon enough, which we all know it's not.

michelle Kelly: Well, you should be proud, I got your review and thought 'I'm getting lazy, update soon Deana.' So, it's thanks to your review that I bothered to sit here and type this up tonight and not in a week. So thanks. Glad you like it and hope you like this new chapter.

Chapter Six

Sam pressed his forehead to the steering wheel, sighing deeply. He could not help but worry about Dean.

There had been blood on the floor where he saw the flames and he knew it was Dean's. That meant his brother was hurt, and he didn't like the thought.

Sam closed his eyes, trying to think of another place to look. He had scoured the neighbourhood, broken into twelve houses searched the woods and covered every inch of the grassland behind the pub.

He didn't want to accept that maybe Dean was gone, or maybe this was all some dream and when he woke up Dean would be above him, making some lame joke about being 'Sleeping Beauty.'

But even as he sat there he knew that was wishful thinking and there was no way he was dreaming.

He opened the door and stared out at the darkening sky. It was time to get some sleep.

He locked the Impala, walking slowly towards the motel entrance.

His tired eyes didn't see the shadow moving behind him, didn't hear the gentle breath of a stranger until her arms wrapped around his throat and he came crashing to the ground.

The last thing he remembered was the motel vanishing to be replaced by a scene of twelve men staring at him and his brother, lying bleeding on the floor at his feet.

He felt the hands squeeze tighter and his vision failed, with a last fleeting breath he called for the one person he always called for.

"Dean…" Then his body hit the ground.

He never felt his head hit the ground, never saw Dean's eyelids flicker.

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Dean heard a voice calling to him.

A panicked voice that needed his help.

Sammy's voice.

He had never let Sam down before, and he never planned to. He followed the murmuring voices and as he did he began to regret it.

He left numbness and was thrown fully into pain, pain in his stomach, his temples and his wrists, pain from lying to long on the hard concrete. His let his eyes flicker, not planning on letting Sam get hurt.

But it hurt so much. He opened his eyes just in time to see Sam hit the ground and several men turn to him, eyeing him with sympathy and concern.

"Sammy?" He whispered, ignoring an elderly man was apparently trying to get him to talk.

Nothing mattered but Sam's lifeless body lying on the floor, chest barely rising at all. He stared at Sam as though his eyes could somehow make his little brother wake up.

But Sam didn't wake, and Dean didn't stop staring.

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SORRY for the lack of updates, this story may be on hold for a bit, but hopefully your reviews will make me write some more!

KEEP SMILIN' :) Deana.