So I seemed to have received a bit more of a response on this one and thought I'd do another chapter. Also I watched the final and I am struggling. I lost a bit of motivation to write even. I thought it was a good ending to the series but there was just one thing I would have changed. Anyway!

Sam is released from the hospital though still recovering. John gets back from his hunt with Caleb and is unimpressed that Sam and Dean had not caught wind of the werewolf attack in town (while Sam was in hospital). While the two older Winchester's are caught in an argument with each other Sam leaves to deal with the werewolves alone.

2 days later...

The afternoon sun radiated onto the lower set brick motel providing a warmth to spread through the less than homely room. Within that room were two brothers. One lay in a once mint green arm chair, now though (through years of excessive use) represented more of a grey colour. The young man had his feet stretched out onto the dark stained coffee table in front of him, magazines from 6 years ago now falling apart from age lay sprawled underneath. His feet wore a pair of rusted brown coloured leather boots which rested one on top of the other as his legs crossed over one another. His eyes were closed, head hanging to the side as the deep sleep he was in slowly but surely restored the much needed strength he would be requiring. Though asleep his hand still contained the television remote. Dean was used to sleeping in all sorts of positions. In front of the tv in an old comfy armchair was on top of the list of most comfortable places, considering some of the other places he had spent the night.

It had been a rough past two days since leaving the hospital. Though he was on the mend Sam still struggled to eat anything more than a few bites of his food. The vomiting had stopped thanks to the help of some prescription medication but unfortunately for Sam he still felt drained with the occasional dizzy spell. And rightfully so. His body had been through such an ordeal. Once they'd managed to escape the hospital. Yes escape, not discharged. Dean was adamant that Sam get as much rest as possible. That had been two days ago. Dean made the effort to be awake as much as possible and would only take a few hours of sleep himself when he knew Sam was okay and in a deep sleep himself.

Sam had now been asleep for 5 hours. Unawares to the time the brothers both slept. And slept peacefully they did. The afternoon sun providing an almost comforting warmth through the motel room.

'Oh well I could never do tha- BANG!'

Dean's eyes shot open as his body jolted awake to the televisions audio. A black and white movie was now playing on the screen before him. Dean took in his surroundings with confusion as he slowly pieced together the days events. He looked down at his watch, his eyes widened as he realised the time.

'Ah crap' Dean said to himself, keeping his volume down not wanting to wake his brother. He ran his hands firmly down his face paying extra attention to his eyes as he tried to rub them awake. He took in a breath and released it upon leaning back into the old yet comfortable chair. Dean closed his eyes again and paused for a moment before once again opening them. He took the moment to just enjoy the quiet, the peace, the time to do absolutely nothing but relax.

'No!' A voice cried out.

Dean recognised that voice, it was his brothers. Sam was either awake or dreaming. Though he knew it would be the latter. With a sigh Dean rose from his chair, flicking off the television as he did so. He tossed down the remote control onto the place he once seated. He could see his brother. Sam had managed to tangle himself into his sheets again. He'd always managed to do that since he was a kid. Only now did he ever do it when he was unwell. And that was all the indication Dean needed. Though recovering, his brother was still unwell. Dean watched as Sam began thrashing around. His once dream obviously turning into a nightmare. He knew now was the time to intervene.

'NO! NO! GET OFF OF HIM! DEAN!' Sam, though unaware, yelled out.

'Sam? It's okay, it's just a nightmare! You gotta wake up for me now!' Dean now crouching beside his brothers bed his arms on each of Sam's shoulders. Dean continued to make an effort to shake his brother awake. He knew the drill. Sam was prone to nightmares since as early as Dean could remember.

'DEAN! RUN!' Sam continued to yell.

'Sammy, open your eyes!' Deans efforts to wake his brother proved to be failing. He glanced over his surroundings in search for something, anything to help this situation. That's when he spotted it, one thing that might help. The glass of water he had placed besides Sam's bed earlier that day, it remained full, untouched, he was happy about that now as he reached for it and proceeded to throw the contents of the glass onto his brothers face. It had to work, and work it did as Sam shot himself upright, his breaths coming in through panting.

'Dean?' Sam quickly looked around the room as if trying to located something. The thing from his dreams. The monster he and his brother had been fighting. Then he noticed his face was wet, his brother and the motel room. They weren't out on a hunt at all, it had been yet another nightmare.

'You okay Sam?'

'Umm...I think so...what...what happened?' Sam blinked his eyes firmly as he tried awaken himself better.

'Nightmare I think, you wouldn't wake up, sorry man, but I did what I had to do.' Worry still manifested on Dean's face.

'Yeh...No, I know.' Sam now brushing the water off his face as his thoughts collected themselves.

'You okay now?'

'Yeh fine.'

'Good, listen Dad's supposed to be home soon.' Dean now standing beside his brothers bed.

'What?' Sam was now confused. 'He's not due back till tonight'

'Sam, its 4:30pm'

'What?!' Sam immediately bolted out of his bed and over to a near by window, pulling the curtains aside as he took in the view of the outside. The sun lowering onto the horizon, giving the surrounding rain clouds a soft pink glow and the empurpling skies began to fade into a vibrant rays of orange. It was a beautiful sunset at that. Sam was enraptured by the ethereal event in front of him. Reality once again took hold as his body caught up with his brain. His head beginning to feel light as he gripped onto the windows frame. Dean noticing was by his brothers side in an instant.

'C'mon, Sasquatch, let's get you back to bed.'

'No, I'm fine Dean, really, I just got up too quickly is all.' Sam now turning his body away from his brother trying to break free from Dean's supportive grip.

'Sam you just got home okay'

'Yeh, two days ago Dean!'

'Yeh two days ago, but you're still recovering Sam! You should be taking this a little more seriously!'

'Well you should be taking me a little more seriously when I tell you I'm fine Dean!'

Dean was about to respond in defence when they were interrupted by the clicking of the motels door. Both brothers standing head to head now turned their focus across to the now opened door. A man stood in the door way, duffle bad over his shoulder, his face covered in thick stubble. His eyes looking beyond tired.

'Dad' both brothers acknowledged their father's presence.

'Sam, Dean' John gave both his boys a nod of acknowledgment as he placed his duffle bad down onto the small rounded table in front of him now.

'Dad, we weren't expecting you back until tonight.' Dean was first to speak to the older Winchester.

'Yeh, well I tried calling your cell about ten times but you failed to answer so Caleb and I drove a bit faster.'

'Sorry Dad, we've had a rough few days. Sam and I, we've been catching up on some sleep, he's been unwell Dad.' Dean gave a gesturing hand in his brother's direction. Dean had made his way over to the table. He gripped the back of the tucked in chair in front of him.

John looked over at his youngest son, he was slightly thinner, he'd looked like he'd gone 12 rounds with a brick wall and come off worse than the wall. He knew Sam had been unwell to the point a hospital was necessary but he couldn't show weakness to his son. He had to maintain his authority figure. He couldn't afford for his son to get weak. It was for Sam's own good.

Sam felt his fathers eyes burn into his image. He could only imagine the things his father was thinking about him, weak, pathetic, disgrace, we're the first few that Sam knew his father would think.

'You boys been keeping an eye out for what's been going on?'

'No sir, I've had my hands full with Sammy.'

John once again took in the view of his youngest son before taking his attention back to Dean. His Dad did not look happy. He knew that look, it was the look he gave before he was about to lose his cool.

'Three people Dean! Three people are dead Dean! You know how this works, when I'm not here you need to be the eyes and ears. You need to make sure you've got this under control because one day it's going to be up to you and you alone!' John was almost shouting and his eyes were filled with fury, practically burning into his two boys.

'Well, my eyes and ears were occupied Dad, Sam wasn't well! As in 'in need of a hospital unwell' You tell me to watch out for him! So which is it Dad, do you want me to watch out for him or do you want me to ignore that completely and just focus on trying to find the next case?!'

Sam stood away, hearing his Dad and brother argue. Here he was again, just an inconvenience to their lives. His brother was getting into trouble and it was his fault. As his two family members continued to yell Sam started to pack his bag. Filling it with weapons, clothes, books. Anything he thought he'd need for a short stay away. It had been almost ten minutes of arguing between the two now. Knowing both strong headed men wouldn't stop anytime soon Sam left the motel room as quietly as possible. The door behind him barely clicking shut. Sam walked down the long road ahead to find a place to shelter before the night rain set in. A place where he could have something to eat and work on the werewolf case his father was so pissed about. He knew of a diner not too far down the road, but knowing his brother knew him more than he knew himself Sam opted for another option. Some place where he wouldn't be found, not right away at least. He had to buy himself some time.

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'That's what I'm telling you Dad, he could have died! It was just like that stomach flu he got when he was 8 years old. The insanely high fever, the shaking, hell he couldn't keep anything down! All I'm saying is that next time how about when I call you you actually make the effort to come home. I'm not his Dad, you are! So how about you start acting like it once in a while.'

Unimpressed with Dean's new found tone John called out to his youngest while his eyes remained locked on Dean.

'Sam?'

Dean frowned at the lack of response as he too called out for his brother hoping that this time he'd hear a response. Dean turned around expecting to see his brother, though he wasn't there.

'Sammy?'

Both Winchester's waited for an answer though there was none.

'Crap' Dean whispered under his breath as he began to frantically search around the motel, checking the bathroom, kitchen and even outside. Nothing. His brother was nowhere.

'He's gone.' Dean informed his father who made no effort to move from the spot he stood.

'C'mon Dad we gotta find him, this is our fault.'

'He'll come back sooner or later, he's probably just having a sook.' John said as he unloaded his duffle bag.

Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. How could this man be a father when he lacked the ability to care so much.

'Well Dad in case you haven't noticed not only is Sam gone, but so is his bag. I don't think he has any intention of coming back tonight. He is still recovering, it's supposed to rain and you said it yourself, there are werewolves out there!' Dean took out his phone as he made a call he knew wouldn't get answered. As expected the call rang out.

'I think I know where he might be, there's a diner not too far from here.' John said as he gathered his belongings together.

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Sam had seen the familiar diner though he would not enter it, instead he continued to walk. Probably not his best idea but seeing as he'd become such an inconvenience to the rest of his family he felt it was best to leave. He knew of a small restaurant up ahead that he would stop in at. That's when he heard it. His phone ringing. And ringing it would continue to do. He knew it would be his brother. Sam continued to walk along the slushy dirt gravel road. His footsteps making a squelching crunch noise as the wet dirt covered rocks shifted beneath his feet. He paused for a moment to read a faded sign in front of him. Camping grounds 2 miles west. The sign read. It showed a picture of a few cabins. Though the sign was that faded and damaged it made it hard to make anything legible out. Sam took out his map from his backpack checking the area. There was nothing on the map about camping grounds or cabins. Maybe they'd no longer existed, possibly knocked down or abandoned Sam thought to himself as a wave of nausea decided to accompany the dizziness that threatened to over take him. Sam steadied his feet better in an attempt to fight the symptoms his body had been displaying. As he made an attempt to continue forward he barely felt the object collide with the back of his head. He fought to keep his eyes open as he came crashing to the wet gravel below. He could feel the hot trickle of blood begin to pool and run down the sides of his neck as two firm hands roughly grabbed beneath his arms dragging him into the wilderness. His eyes began to fail him as he slipped into unconsciousness. The familiar place of darkness where pain no longer existed for him.

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'I'm telling you Dad he won't be there, he doesn't wanna be found, the last thing he's gonna do is go to some obvious d... DAD STOP!'

Dean was practically out of the car before it's motion had stopped. Something had caught his eye. Sam's small silver gun loaded with silver bullets. Dean picked it up to check how many bullets were left. Still full which meant Sam hadn't fired. He took his focus away from the weapon in hand and glanced around the ground below. Looking for signs, clues, anything. Anything that would tell him what had happened to his brother. That's when he noticed two tracks. One set of footprints followed by another set of dragging marks. Obvious now to what had happened Dean turned back around to the car.

'They got him Dad, they took Sammy.' Dean's face filled with worry as he looked back into the thick covering of trees his brother had been taken into.

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His head was throbbing, his senses coming into focus one at a time. It was still dark. Not because he was unconscious but because something was covering his head. Something that in no way smelt pleasant. It smelt like a combination of dried stale blood and dust. Probably a bag thought Sam. He knew the blood smell was his own. And he knew what had captured him. It had to be it. Werewolves. Unpleasant for sure, especially the way they killed you but easy to kill at that. Had you the right weapon. Sam now realising the familiar weight his gun provided in his pocket was gone. His hearing coming into focus now as he listened to the voices between what appeared to be a man and a woman.

'I say we just eat it now before the others come looking for him.' The make voice said.

'No, its just you and me now. We need more of us. I say we turn him, get our pack back together Leroy. Besides, he's a hunter, obviously. They don't hunt alone. Someone is going to come looking for him, and when they show up. We turn them too.'

Leroy. That was the male voice's name. Sam tried to focus on the conversation that continued. Pretending to remain unconscious was providing to be a difficult task. Keeping his head hanging down in front of him was beginning to worsen his already dizzy state. Which in true fashion for Sam Winchester made his stomach do flips. He could either continue on this downward spiral and throw up over himself or he could 'wake up'. So wake up he did. Tossing his head back the dizziness still accompanied him. The nausea settling ever so slightly.

'Well we'll well, look who's awake now.' The female voice said, yet to learn her name. Though Sam really didn't care for it. He could hear footsteps coming closer. The bag was ripped in an upwards motion of his head. The woman was short but slim, she wore a pair of low rise skinny jeans in a light blue denim which was ripped at the knees. Her black shirt rose enough to reveal her tan belly. Her hair was jet black and hung in loose curls but her eyes were a beautiful ocean green. She would have been beautiful Sam thought had she not been a psycho monster killing werewolf.

'Nikki, stop playing with my food.' Leroy said from afar.

Leroy was incredibly tall. His skin was a deep brown. He had no hair which caused a glare from the lighting to shine off his head. His clothes looked to be two sizes too big for him. Sam figured they'd probably been from one of their victims.

'He's not food Leroy, he's our next family.' Nikki took a seat on Sam's lap as she placed her arms around his neck. She leaned in closely to his face. As she pressed her lips closely to his ear.

'I can hear your heart, the blood rushing through you, I can see how you feel about me, what you'd like to do to me.' She pulled away from his ear her eyes now locked into Sam's.

'The only thing I'm gonna do to you is kill you.' Sam managed to choke out. Out of the corner of his eye Sam saw movement from the far corner window. He knew who it was. He'd have to create some sort of a distraction while his Dad and brother make a safe entrance.

'Now now now, I don't think that's very nice.' Her fake look of sympathy could almost be passed as real. As sweet as she looked any feeling Sam had towards the young woman had vanished as she dug her claws into the side of his face pulling her hands down towards his chin leaving three large deep wounds in his face as they proceeded to bleed down his neck.

'Oops, sorry, my fingers slipped.' Nikki licked the excess blood off her fingers one by one as she now stood up in front of Sam.

'You know Leroy, I think you might be right about this one. Maybe we should just eat him. I think he'd be annoying to keep around and besides, he tastes good.'

His father and brother not yet entering Sam figured they needed more time. Time to be the cocky asshole Dean could be he thought to himself.

'Leroy couldn't hurt a fly, look at him, his hands are much too delicate, you probably practice scrap booking with your mum oh wait, or did us hunters waste her?'

Maybe he should have dialed it backed a bit. Leroy was now heading towards him. His feet practically shaking the run down wooden cabin they were in. The look in his eye displayed the look of a killer. Leroy stretched out his arm gripping the young Winchester's throat, squeezing tightly. There was nothing he could do. His arms were tied up behind him he had no weapon. All he could do was sit and hope that his Dad and brother came through at the right moment. Leroy squeezed tighter and Nikki stood back and watched. A smile now spread across her face. Sam could feel his vision fading, his lungs screamed for the much needed air he wasn't getting. The pounding in his head was slowing, because that's what his heart was doing. Slowing down. He could no longer hear, his eyes now beginning to fail him as darkness began creeping in through the edges of his vision. The grip of his throat loosened as he saw the image of two familiar hunters burst through the door. He was safe now. Now he could go. He could close his eyes and rest. His brother was now running towards him yelling his name. He couldn't hear but he could make out his brothers lips moving. John aimed his gun without hesitation at Leroy and shot his weapon the silver bullet hitting Leroy right between his eyes. Nikki launched herself at John who anticipated such events as he once again fired his weapon. The bullet hitting Nikki in the head as she fell to the floor, dead.

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'Sam? Sammy? I need you to keep your eyes open for me you understand?'

No response. Sam's eyes were open, but barely. It took every ounce of his strength to keep them at half mast. Dean lightly patting his brothers uninjured cheek in an attempt to keep him awake. Dean gripped his brothers shoulders and pulled him into a sitting position as Sam's head lolled around.

'Dad, I'm gonna need your help. He's not gonna be able to get out of here without our help.'

John nodded as he made his way over to his sons.

John and Dean now stood on either side of Sam practically supporting his weight entirely as they left the cabin behind and made their way through the woods. Nightfall had now well and truly rested over the town.

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'You still with us Sammy?' John asked his youngest, concern actually showing in his voice.

'Dnn?'

'Yeh Sammy?'

'Can't go nymore.'

'Yes you can, look we can see the car from here.'

And thats when Dean felt the weight of his brother increase. Sam would have come crashing to the ground had it not been for the firm grip he and his Dad had on him.

'Dude, did you just pass out?' Dean looked at his brother. Sam lay motionless up against his father as John took Sam into his grip more.

'Dean you run ahead, take the bags and go get the car started, I'll get Sam.'

'Yes, sir.' Dean collected all the two duffle bags and made his way as quickly as possible back to the car.

John scooped up his youngest and threw him over his shoulder and he too made his way back to the car.

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Sam awoke to the familiar light of the afternoon sun shining into the familiar motel room. He glanced around the room. His father visible, asleep. Dean had pulled up the ugly but comfy arm chair right beside Sam's bed. He too was asleep. Book in hand. Only Dean didn't read books. Not books like this at least. Dean held open a copy of Harper Lee's 'To Kill a Mocking Bird'. Sam frowned at the sight. The book open to a page at least a quarter of the way through. It had been one of Sam's favourite novels since he was old enough to read chapter books.

'Dean?'

No response.

'Dean?' Sam said a little louder this time as Dean jolted awake.

'Sammy, you okay?' Dean spoke before his eyes were fully open.

'I'm fine.. I think...you reading one of my books bore you to sleep did it?'

Dean looked down at the book still gripped in his hand and smiled.

'No, you were having a nightmare. But I didn't wanna wake you because you needed to rest Sam. So I read to you instead. Worked a charm though. You're even a nerd in your dreams.' Dean smiled at his brother before it quickly faded.

'Sammy, why'd you go off like that?'

Sam sat in his bed upright. He shrugged his shoulders.

'I don't know, I guess hearing the way you and Dad spoke to each other. I felt like the cause of all your problems. Like an inconvenience.' Sam avoided eye contact with his brother.

'Sam don't you think that for a minute that you are an inconvenience. You were sick okay. Dad was an ass. The last thing I'm gonna do is put my baby brother in harms way while he can barely function. You understand me?'

Sam remained silent. He'd heard his brother only he didn't believe him.

'Sam?'

Sam turned his head away.

'Sam you gotta listen to me man, you're not an inconvenience. You never have been. You think Dad and I could do half of these hunts without you? Sam you are needed more than you know. We need you. I need you. I cant do this life without you. You're allowed to get sick Sam. It happens. Once you're a hundred percent better we'll all get back out there together. As a family I might add.'

'Bet Dad still thinks I'm incapable and useless.'

'You're not either of those things Sam. I mean, a pain in my ass? You're that for sure. But not incapable or useless.'

Sam gave his brother a small smile. Dean always knew how to make things better, no matter how crappy he was feeling.

'Hey Dean?'

'Yeh Sammy?'

'You think we could go get something to eat? I think my appetite is back. I'm starving.'

'Sure thing kiddo, just let me get my stuff together.' Dean smiled at his little brother as he messed his hair up. Knowing Sam hated when he did that. Though he was glad his brother was back to normal he knew Sam was emotional and would hold onto his feelings for a while. All Dean could do was ensure he was able to be there for him no matter what. It was one of the many roles he'd took on as a big brother.

The End.