Sam's POV.

I looked for him everywhere. Soon I went to this quaint little town. It was pretty nice. I drove through and I found a coffee shop. I walked in. I sat at a table.

"Sam Winchester?" I heard a woman say.

I looked over at her. She looked like she was in her seventies with white hair and blue eyes. I wondered how she knew my name.

"Yes?" I raised an eyebrow.

"Well, hello my name is Mrs. Bea. I know your brother." She said pleasantly.

"My brother? Dean?! He is alive and here." I said quickly.

"Yes. I could tell you where he lives." She said.

I drove to his house. I went up and knocked on the door. No one answered. I went around and I looked in through the kitchen window. I saw someone. They were small and just lying there. Dean?

I went to the front and kicked down the door. I ran to the kitchen and went down to his side. It was Dean, but he was so tiny and fragile looking. His hair was extremely short and his face was as white as a sheet. His wrist was in a brace and was wearing glasses. Glasses?! And he was cut up and surrounded by glass.

"Dean! Dean! Wake up!" I shook him.

He started to stir and his eyes shot open and he looked around. I was surprised by what happened next. He swung and hit me in the face. He frantically scurried backward until he hit the wall. Both hands were on each side of his face. His face was contorted in pain.

"Please leave me alone!" He said, sounding scared.

I went over and I tried to grab him. I know now that I should have probably said something. He started to beat on my chest.

"No! No! Please!" He screamed.

"Dean! It's me! Sam!" I told him trying to grab his wrist.

"Sam?" He whispered. He was frantically looking around.

"Yeah. Are you…?" I didn't know what to say.

"Blind? Yeah, it's a new development." He told me.

"Let me help you."

"Okay." He said.

"Where does it hurt?" I asked him. He chewed on his bottom lip. "Dean?" I scolded.

"My ribs and shoulder." He said quietly.

I saw the blood on his shirt. "Okay." I lifted up his shirt and gasped. I could tell how skinny he was. His ribs and hip bone stuck out. His whole right side was already purple. "I need to take you to a hospital," I said expecting him to instantly disagree.

"Okay." He said.

I helped him up and to the Impala. He told me how to get to the hospital. They seemed up to date about his condition and seemed to know who we were and it was unnerving.

"Dean-." I started.

"I know. I just…" He stopped.

"Just what?" I said.

"Just wanted to have real friends who knew me and I didn't want to hide everything and keep myself in check. I'm too tired." He said, closing his eyes.

"How bad is your condition?" I was scared to hear the answer.

"It is about as bad as it looks. I hurt all the time, I can't keep food down, and I will continue to get worse until…" He trailed off.

"Until you die," I said. "Dean, I'm not going to let that happen," I told him. "I will find a way."

"Sam." He said his voice low and hard, sounding like a hiss.

"What?" I asked.

"Let's not."

"Let's not what?! Save your life." I couldn't believe him.

"Let's not do something stupid. Like sell your soul or make deals." He said simply. How could he be so calm about this?

"Then what do I do? Just watch you die!" I yelled.

"I don't know." He said still calm.

"You don't know!"

"No!" He said firmly. He opened his eyes. "All I know is that I'm tired. I'm done. I just want my last few months to be quiet, peaceful, and happy. Is that too much to ask?" He took a deep breath.

I thought about it for a second and remembered what I told him years ago that he misunderstood.

"No. It's not. I just don't want to lose you." I told him quietly.

"I don't want to lose you either." He said.

And like girls, we hugged and cried.

After Dean got his ribs wrapped and ice for his shoulder with pain killers, we went home and I was surprised to see a truck in the driveway. I heard a sigh and looked over at Dean. He had a slight smile and he was shaking his head. Who was there? The person that picked him up. I got out of the car and rushed to the passenger seat to help Dean out. He barely protested which made me worried and upset. He wasn't like the Dean I knew. We walked up the steps and he handed me the keys to the door and we walked in.

"Dean!" I heard a woman say. I looked over at Dean and he shook his head. I raised an eyebrow.

"Yeah." He yelled back.

I saw a woman come from the kitchen. She was rather tall with dark hair and tan skin. She was wearing jeans and a long-sleeve purple shirt with the sleeves pushed up to her elbow. She looked relieved. Her eyes shifted to me.

"Oh. You're Sam Winchester." She said. She walked up to us and held out her hand.

I shook it.

"Yeah, but I don't know who you are," I said.

"Sorry. I'm Brenda. I was the one who took Dean to my lovely hometown." She smiled.

"Really? Why?" I wondered. What made him trust her?

"Sam." Dean interrupted. "It's okay. She is a hunter. I didn't parade off with the first woman I ran into with my guard down. We have been safe. And she is just a friend." He told me.

"Oh. Sorry." I looked at her.

"It's fine. I understand." She told me. She looked at Dean. "So, what happened?" She asked.

"I got dizzy and passed out. I was struck with sheer luck. Sam found me. Only I woke up to blindness." He said mockingly.

"What? You're blind?" She said shocked.

"Apparently," He said. "But, it's okay. You can still visit. You don't need to quit your job and give me 24-hour care. Sam's here," He said.

"I guess it's time to return the favor," I said.

"Yeah. I looked after you and now you have to look after me." He said, smiling.

The next few days were unusual. I wasn't used to his schedule and his way of life. He woke up around ten. I helped him pull on a thick long sleeve shirt, jeans, boots, and his olive green jacket. I didn't like the way it swallowed him, making him look like a small child. I drove him to a small coffee shop. He ordered black coffee while I just got a soda. I was surprised to see that Mrs. Bea was there. Dean told her that she didn't have to wait for him. She brushed it off and said that it was no trouble. Then, they sat and talked about some TV show about old times. How things were simple.

"So you said you once went back there and met a Samuel Colt?" she asked.

"Dean!" I scolded.

"I need to talk to someone. It's okay. Nothing bad happened." He reasoned.

"It's no trouble. This might sound weird, but I get comfort from hearing this." She said.

"How so?" I worried about her sanity.

"I know I'm not crazy and that someone is out there hunting them down. So I don't have to worry." She said. "I told Adaline that I wasn't crazy. She never believed me."

"Adaline? Adaline Griffin?" Dean asked.

"Yes. How do you know about her?" She asked Dean.

"Jeff told me about her. He said something to her cousin about her husband after she told him that she just got back from visiting them." Dean explained.

"Did she say anything else?" Mrs. Bea said, leaning forward.

"Well. I heard that they were going through a nasty divorce." Dean said.

Mrs. Bea gasped. "Really? We all knew that it wouldn't work. You don't marry for good looks and money. What has the world come to? When I met my husband he was a farmer…" And she told a story about her romantic love story with her husband. Dean sat back and filled in the spaces.

"So." Mrs. Bea said after a long silence. She put her hand on his arm. "I heard what happened." She said, sympathy in her voice.

"I bet so. Things spread quickly." He said quietly. "But, at least, the gossip is fresh. Of course, that means we will have to wait forever to see if Becca is really having that baby. And with Thomas." He teased again.

"I know and they aren't even married." Mrs. Bea whispered.

They went on like that for the next two hours.

"Well. I have to go. You have already gotten your talking period in." He said.

"Oh Dean, that's right. You have lunch to get to. You are still going to come over for dinner this evening. You can bring Sam." She smiled.

"Of course. Don't I always come when I can?" He said.

"Okay. See you then." She said.

"See ya." He said.

I helped him up and into the car. We silently made our way to a diner. It was called Daniel's Diner.

"Daniel's Diner?" I asked.

"Yeah. His mentally disabled son, Richard or Richey, named it that." He said.

"Oh." I didn't know what to say.

"He has had a hard time since his wife died two years ago to cancer," Dean told me.

We walked.

"Hey, Dean and Sam." A tall guy with grey hair said.

"Hey, Danny," Dean said.

"The usual?" He asked.

"Yeah." He patted my arm. "Let's sit at the counter." We did.

Danny bought over two sodas then two plates. One with a cheeseburger and fries and one with a salad.

"How did you know?" I asked.

"He is all he talks about. From what I hear I can't believe you two are brothers," He said.

"They just know everything don't they?" I said.

"I'm sorry Sam. It's nice. I can talk freely. It's like having one huge family. And it's even better now that you are here. Now eat, Princess. I have people to visit and things to do." He said and then bite into his cheeseburger.

"I'm sure you do." I rolled my eyes.

After we ate, Dean wanted me to take him to Aaden's Auto Shop. I worried about the Impala. He shook me off and said that he just wanted to talk to him. He started fixing the Impala for Dean after his health go too bad. They started talking about classic cars and became best friends. The shop was very tiny and there were parts everywhere. It reminded me of Bobby's place. Aaden's was your typical auto place. I guess I imagined the inside looking like Bobby's too. Aaden came around the corner. He was all tall and lanky man. He had light brown hair that was pulled into a ponytail. He had a tan face and looked around forty-five.

"Hey, Aaden. How is the family?" Dean said.

"Hey yourself. They are great. Linda started a new women's book club at the county library. Hunter started the new season off great. His team won by 9 points. Little Lilly started ballet last week." The man looked at me for the first time. "You must be Sam." He shook my hand. "I'm Aaden Meager." He looked at Dean again. "I heard that you lost the ability to see those classic beauties." He said in sympathy.

"Yeah, but enough of my gossip. You wouldn't happen to know about Adaline Griffin's divorce." Dean asked.

"Yep. It is happening. Serves them right." The man pulled out a cigarette.

"Yeah. Is Becca really having a child out of wedlock? With Thomas?" Dean asked in mock horror.

"Yes. I even heard it will be a girl," He whispered like it was top secret information from the government.

We went back to his place after that. I could tell he was tired. I helped him up to his room. Ace jumped up on the bed. I was still surprised that Dean had a dog. The next morning things went downhill. Dean was in a lot of pain and had a high fever. He was bedridden for days. Despite his protest, I crawled into bed with him and hummed Metallica. When I went outside to get medicine, I was surprised to see medicine, cards, and other gifts on the porch.