Samantha: I know it's short, so sue me…just read and enjoy and then, REVIEW!

Deana: She's just mental coz pain killers do things to your brain.

Samantha: Excuse me, who drugged who for TWO DAYS!

Deana: -Looks around whistling- I don't know what your talking about….just let them READ AND REWIEW!

Samantha: Yeah, then maybe she won't tie me up again…

Deana: -Grins evilly-

CHAPTER FOUR: Sweet Mother of Mercy

Dean looked up at the hotel in a last salute to Sam feeling he owed his brother that honour. He honestly didn't plan on ever coming back; he wanted to do this quickly, before Sam found him, before Dad came back, before he thought it out properly.

The curtains blew in the back blast as a shadow launched itself from the window, a pale body hanging below it. The gentle splash of blood hitting the pavement snapped Dean from his muddle of emotion.

"Sam!" Dean screamed, struggling up, supporting himself on the car. "Sam, no." he muttered, staggering along, resting briefly at every solid surface before staggering on towards the disappearing speck. His wrists burning in agony, he cursed himself for not noticing the figure before.

He got about a mile along the motel before he collapsed, staring up at the shadow with its bloody burden disappearing into the pale back light of the moon. Had he breath in his body Dean would have screamed, but he was breathless and held no room for terror as he curled in on himself, his beloved younger brothers words echoing in his head.

"I don't always need rescuing you know" he was right, he'd be fine. Dean tried to tell himself that as he lay at the edge of the hotel gardens, his blood pooling on the neatly raked gravel beneath him.

"Dean? DEAN!" the headlights of the truck picked out the young man lying on his side. His clothes stained dark and his face pale.

Dean tried to raise his head and found it was hard to move.

"Dad?" he whispered, peering through the glare of the headlights at the shadowy figure approaching. "Sir, I lost Sammy, I'm sorry, he just...it just...he said." Delirium set in and he wondered briefly if he was even talking to his father, this thought was accompanied by fleeting terror that his father would find the streaming wrists or anger over the incident.

"Don't worry Dean," the man said, hauling his eldest son into his arms and turning toward the hotel "I have no doubt that this is as much Sam's fault as your's." John struggled up the stairs, the body in his arms limp and silent.

He entered the room, knowing they would have to be gone by morning. He carefully placed Dean on the bed before gathering everything they possessed and carting it quietly down to his truck. Before taking the keys for Dean's precious baby and driving her to a suitable hiding spot outside town.

From there he walked back to the hotel, fretting all the way. As he entered the room he glanced over at his unconscious son, wondering briefly what had happened. He noticed Dean's pale face and the blood blossoming from his wrists.

"Sweet mother of mercy Dean, what'd you do?" the figure stirred gently, as though it was too great a task to return to the world. John moved forwards, cradling his son's head in his cold hands. He silently cursed himself for leaving the boys alone as he set about the unpleasant task of bandaging the bloody wrists.

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In another cave, lay another body; it shuddered gently at the soft touch of a pale figure dressed all in black.

"Sleep, sleep now Samuel, soon it will be time, soon they will come to suffer your pain by your side." the figure threw back its head and laughed, a much more sinister laugh than that of the identical child who had greeted him hours before.

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Samantha: ok, so that chapter might not make a lot of sense but all will be explained...eventually -shakes off Deana- and I'm FINE, I'm not sick no matter what you say

Deana: yeah...you're fine...is that why you almost fainted? Or was it why you couldn't walk in a straight line?

Samantha: I could to, I walked all the way from the design block, and I didn't almost faint, I was just...dizzy

Deana: Yup, right, and I'm good maths

Samantha:
I'm alright -swaying- and you are good at maths

Deana: -Sighing- Here we go again -picks up and puts on bed- Sleep! -Hides Math grade- And you -points to readers- review –visibly brightens- please!