"Dean, wake up. Dean"

Dean smacked his lips. He managed to pry his eyes open to narrow slits. The face before him was blurred like he was looking through water.

"Dean"

"Dad…" he muttered.

"No Dean." The voice replied with an undertone of sorrow.

Dean allowed his eyes to focus. "Hey Sammy"

"Yeah, you look like hell. How ya feelin?"

"Tired."

"You've been in ICU for three days and asleep for another two. You scared the crap out of me. AGAIN!

"Sorry, my job is just really boring. I needed to spice it up." Dean forced his body to move.

The doctor said the toxin in your system has never been seen before."

"There's a shocker"

"It was similar to scorpion poison. They gave you anti-venom and they speculate the rest your body fended off."

"Well, if you want something done, do it yourself."

"The nurses were very impressed. You got two numbers"

"Heeeyy. Still kicking your butt in action and I wasn't even awake."

Sam smirked. "We'll anyway the local sheriff had some question. I told him we were attacked by an escaped lion. He's got about 15 locals with guns hunting it now. Sooner or later, someone is going to find the mess we made. Also, he wanted to get a statement from you as soon as you were able."

"So, we should haul."

"Yeah"

Dean swung his legs and sat on the bed's edge. He looked up and said, "Sam. I really hate it here in Wahoo, Nebraska!

Sam chuckled as he helped his brother from the hospital bed.

-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-x-xx-

Sam stood at the gas pumps filling tank. Dean cracked his back as he sat in the passenger seat. He felt exhausted. Minutes later Sam popped his head through the window.

"Need anything?"

"Nah."

Sam marched in the gas station door and gathered random junk food and coffee for the road.

Dean leaned back and spied his father's journal in the backseat. He leaned further to grasp the record of his father fight- his father's life. He rubbed the binding and shoved the journal in his inner jacket pocket. "I love you, Dad" he mouthed silently.

Second later, Sam shoved himself in the driver's seat and pulled on the same lonely highway from days ago.

"Be good to my baby, Sam."

"I could give you a moment alone. I understand you have needs" Just as a chuckle passed his lips, the front wheel dipped into a huge pothole.

"Ha ha ha..Yeah, you're a good driver." Dean said as rubbed his eyes

"Shut up, you hit one too. So, do you want to go check out that ghost house in Toledo? According to local reports, there have been sightings for the past 30 years. The legend goes the woman is responsible for..." Sam stopped his narration when he noticed the rhythmic breathing coming from Dean's side or the car.

He glanced over at Dean, who had fallen asleep. Sam wanted to let him sleep. Sleeping seemed to be escaping lately, especially to Dean. He spent most of his time protecting him, carrying the weight of his father's last words, and taking up the demon hunting mantle left by his father. Sam vowed he would never allow the relationship with his brother to be like the one he had with his father. He hoped that his Dad knew he loved him even thought they fought. . After putting some highway between them and this town, Sam vowed he would find a nice motel. It would be good to rest for a few days before fighting again. His brother deserved at least that.

He turned his attention to the road flanked by endless cornstalks. The sun was shining in the sky for a change. Sam sucked down the putrid coffee and accelerated the Impala into the horizon.

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Author's note: This was my 1st attempt at fanfic ever and my first attempt at writing anything. Last time I created anything was in 1993 and as a newbie to fanfic world, I must say the welcome and support has been overwhelming. Thanks to all of you!

I know that it was not that long, but I appreciate anyone who commented or read this. My 2nd story is almost finished and as I write my 3rd one, it keeps getting longer and longer (lol). Much love to all SN fans and fanfic writers. I can't wait to read all of yours.