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Dean stayed in the same position for what felt like hours. He'd slice his arms wait for the wound to clot then slice again. It didn't hurt any more he was too far gone. Hard to tell if it was purely from the excessive amounts of alcohol in his system or the seemingly obvious psychotic break. It didn't seem to matter anymore, nothing did. Sam had left for the second time. Dean nearly didn't survive Sam leaving the first time. Maybe this was all Dean needed to finally get pushed over the edge, to finally bite the bullet and speed up the inevitable. Either way, it doesn't seem to matter.

It was beginning to be well into the night. Dean was heavily intoxicated so much, in fact, he'd puked on himself on several occasions but made no effort to move. It had been a while since Dean made a new cut which was mostly due to the extreme fatigue he was experiencing.

Let the familiar darkness wash over you. Dean invited the alcohol-induced blackout he had so overly deserved.

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Sam had left several voicemails to Dean explaining that he needed a couple hours to think. He told him he was obviously not leaving him that he loved him and he'd better not do anything stupid in his absence. Sam really didn't expect a call or voicemail in return. He knew how badly he'd probably pissed off his brother. Sam did, however, expected his brother to actually listen to the messages.

It was around midnight when Sam returned to the motel. He grabbed the door handle expecting the door to be locked. It was more than a little shocking when the door opened.

The Impala was sitting in the parking lot so Dean was in the room. Maybe asleep and just forgot to lock the door or maybe Dean...Nope! Sam quietly slipped into the room scanning for Dean. immediately spotting Dean in a weird sitting or rather crumpled position on the edge of this bed. The smell of the room was vile absolutely pungent.

"Dean!" Sam ran to Deans side. He lightly shook his brother's shoulders. "Hey, Dean come on man!" Sam said panicked. His brother was completely unresponsive. "Fuck Dean, come on buddy." Sam saw the very faint rise and fall his brother's chest. Letting out a breath he wasn't aware he was holding "Okay good." Sam looked up at the ceiling "Thank god you're alive." Sam wrapped his arms around Deans torso and began to drag him towards the bathroom. Dean's sick was making it hard to get a tight enough grip his arms kept slipping.

Sam powered through getting Dean into the bathtub fully clothed, turning on the shower Sam inspected his brother. Obvious blood, vomit, and alcohol covering his older brother.

"Nothing too bad we...I can fix this Dean." Sam knew it didn't matter he spoke or not Dean likely wouldn't even remember the whole ordeal when...if he woke up.

The smell of Deans bile was really starting to get to him now. He gags as he vigorously whips at the vomit on his arms with a wet motel towel. "You've really done it this time Dean..." Sam gave a pained chuckle. "Really putting me through the ringer." Once he was mostly cleaned he began cleaning Dean.

First thing was ridding Dean of his spoiled flannel and undershirt that took care of most of the vomit and blood. Both Deans' arms were covered in fresh mostly shallow cuts. A few cuts however mainly the ones resigning closest to the wrist were deeper with a persistent medium flow of blood.

"You know drinking like this thins the blood. Why would you do it when you know!" Sam turned the shower off. "I'll be back Dean, have to get the first aid," Sam mumbled while sprinting toward the Impala. Dean did nothing to respond.

Dean became to stir cracking his hazy eyes slightly immediately closing them when the harsh fluorescent light burned.

Sam was searching the impala longer than intended. The fucking shit isn't here!

Dean's head was absolutely pounding as he opened his eyes and slowly scanning his surroundings. Am I... in a bathtub?

He looked down searching for the source of his other various pains. Dean still hadn't attempted to move. Okay, Dean get the fuck up. Moving slightly he winced letting out a sharp cry. Uhh, nope you're good here. It's a little wet, cold and well your bleeding but could be...has been worse.

Sam rushed back into the room immediately after hearing Deans cry. "Where the fuck is it Dean! I can't fix this if you don't help me." Sam kneeled next to the bath.

"Huh what you left," Dean slurred. "You aren't supposed to be here."

Sam grabbed two clean towels wrapped one around each of Dean's arms. "For fuck's sake just sit still."

Sam scurred back into in the main room. Widely knocking shit over trying to find the hopefully well-stocked first aid.

No telling how long Dean has been bleeding. I was gone for hours. He wasn't actually trying to kill himself no way the cuts are horizontal. Dean knows to do it vertically to really get the job done. Vertically cut wrists can't be stitched. Sam spotted it so casually sitting on the floor mostly covered in Deans laundry. He grabbed it quickly opening it on his way back to Dean.

Dean was still mostly awake although not completely aware of the situation.

Gathering the supplies, Sam disinfects the deep cuts and began stitching his brother up. He knew it had to hurt it always does especially without any painkiller. Sam didn't care he wanted it to hurt. He wanted to punish Dean for the whole ordeal. If Dean could just take care of himself... if he just hadn't called...if I just hadn't picked up the phone my brother would be dead.

Once both wrists were cleaned and stitched Sam took on the task of sitting Dean up, drying and dressing him.

At this point, Dean had tears streaming down his face. He had begged Sam to stop during the whole process. Slurring things like "It hurts" and "Sa'mmy, please." Sam had kept spouting off all the bullshit he knew to say to reassure his brother. Things like "I know I'm sorry" and "We'll get through this."

Dean tried to protest as Sam lifted him from the bathtub and sat him up on the closed lid of the toilet. Sam firmly but surprising gently stripped his brother down. Dean was still too out of it to put up much of a fight. Sam dried and changed his brother without any incident.

Admittedly Dean wasn't clean per say but the new clothes were and his wrists are nice and bandaged and that was good enough for Sam.

"Let's get you to bed." He grabbed Dean around the waist practically dragging him.

"Sa'mmy I'm so sorry," Dean said as he was being dragged.

"Yeah, yeah I know buddy. I'm sorry too I shouldn't have left. I knew what could've happened."

Sam softly placed Dean into bed.

Dean curled onto his side tears streaming from his eyes.

"I-i need help, Sam. I'm so br-oken."

I'm about to give up everything for him. Everything I've ever wanted...needed.

It was silent for a moment as Sam thought. "I'm not leaving you again Dean. I should have never left. It's not going to happen again."

"Sammy... you don-"

Sam cut Dean off. "Yeah, Dean I do and I am. Get some sleep we'll talk in the morning."

"Goodnight Sammy..." Dean yawned out.

"Goodnight Dean...I promise I'll never leave you again."

Sam whispered, "I promise..."

The end??

I need feedback. Should I do an epilogue or leave it as is?