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Sam sat up fast from his restless sleep. A silent scream still lingered on his lips. Sweat poured down his face and the blankets covering his body felt smothering.

"No..." He finally spat out while trying to catch his breath. "Dean..."

He had seen flashes in his mind. Flashes he knew were real. He saw his brother in some sort of machine... It was in the hospital. Without seeing much detail he still knew for sure of the place. He saw one of Dean's doctors shaking her head sadly. Then he saw a finger hit a button on a monitor. Suddenly the beeping Sam hadn't acknowledged before suddenly stopped.

But the last thing he saw and heard hit him the most. The sound of the doctors words as she said "He's gone." bit into his heart deeply.

Something felt wrong to Sam. And the flashes in his Dream only came to one conclusion. His brother was gone... and he wasn't there for him. Sam had failed AGAIN of being a good brother... Hell, a human being! He left Dean all alone to die just so he could possibly taste sweet revenge! Dean wouldn't have left him! What was he thinking? Why the hell did he leave?

Sam lifted his hands to his head and covered his eyes with his palms flat on his eyelids. Maybe... just maybe doing so would shut out the images he was seeing. Only it hadn't. They were in Sam's head... always and forever along with a fresh batch of guilt.

"I'm so sorry Dean!" He gasped through tears he didn't realize he was shedding till he felt the wetness on the hands covering his eyes.

Sam gathered himself into a comfortable ball and cried into his knees, no longer caring about anything else in the world... He didn't care if Tracy walked in and saw him crying... he didn't care where dad was or what he was doing, he didn't care about getting revenge anymore...

His only true family he had left was gone... his protector, his strength, his direction... His brother. His direction in life was no longer known to him.

There would be no more sleep for Sam Winchester tonight. Only burning hot tears.

'Not too far my ass', Dean thought after finally seeing the sign to the motel just ahead.

It was pitch dark out now which aggravated him enough. He wasn't too happy he had to navigate a strange place in the dark. It didn't help that he was feeling just a bit weak. His head wasn't feeling all to perfect either. Ever since his feet hit the sidewalk out of the hospital he half jogged half power walked in the direction he was told the motel was in. He probably shouldn't have done so much so fast and damn'd if he wouldn't give a pinkie toe right now for a high dose of Motrin to stop the bamming in his head. But he shook it off though. There was something more important he had to tend to besides his aching head. He had to find his brother and soon. If that witch was such a challenge last time with two of them then just... Sam alone?... Man he didn't stand a chance. He didn't even want to think about if he was too late.

Dean frowned and pressed a finger into his temple. This headache was pissing him off. Shockingly he left great other wise. He felt like he had jogged around the block a couple times but considering where he was a half an hour ago it was nothing to complain about.

He still couldn't wrap the idea around his head. A coma for almost two months? No... It wasn't really a coma... He wasn't sure what to describe it as but it sucked nonetheless. And Sam was the smart one in the family... How did he not know it was a curse? Was he that emotionally pained at seeing his older brother the way he was to not do everything he could think of to find a way to change things?

"Ah Sammy... " Dean said out loud at the thoughts in his head. God... he seriously had to find him. Dean figured under the circumstances Sam was in no shape to fight a school yard bully let alone a power witch that's been alive since the freakin 1800's. He needed to get to a phone too... He needed to try and call Sam. And where the HELL was his cell phone! That pissed him off most of all. All of his contacts were in that phone too. It was almost like working blind having no backups to call for information or just to even have a freakin phone handy in general.

"There you are!" Dean cheered as he caught sight of his beautiful car. His body couldn't wait to settle in her comfortable leather seats. It would certainly be the only therapy he needed. Dean brought himself into a slow jog and ran up to his precious baby. He let out a relieved laugh and did a once over of his car by walking around it with just a bit of a bounce in his step.

"You look beautiful." He said to his Black Impala while whipping a finger lightly over the old paint. "Little dirty though..." he announced after his mini inspection.

Dean looked over at the Motel. He needed to use the phone badly and it wasn't too late. There should still be someone at the desk.

But that could wait a minute. He needed to try and regulate the bamming in his brain. Taking the keys out of his pocket, Dean popped the trunk on the old beast and continued farther inside to their special "Hunting" stash. He always had a first aid kit stocked full in a backpack. It was highly important to have one around with the work they did. It certainly was no computer job and every once in a while that thing came in handy. Dean started in on the task of retrieving the bottle of pills, leaning himself into the trunk to be able to see from the little old trunk light.

And Then... just like he never missed a step, Dean felt a presence approaching him from behind. Setting down his backpack and forgetting all about the Motrin he was seeking, Dean slowly reached for the .45 sitting next to a few large knives. And just as the presence got closer he spun around on his heels aiming the gun at the approaching form. If he had shot it off it would have been a true hit right between the eyes. His reflexes would not have failed him. But he quickly pointed the gun down after seeing who was standing before him frozen in fear.

"Jesus woman! Are you trying to get killed?"

Jenn inhaled trying to taken in oxygen she was deprived of for the few seconds she had a gun aimed at her head and quickly found her voice.

"What the hell are you doing? You could have killed me!" Her demeanor went from scared shitless to pissed off in what seemed like seconds and Dean actually smiled at her attitude.

"Trust me sweetie... I wouldn't have hurt you." Dean turned away from her sticking his head back into the trunk of the Impala shuffling through his backpack and checking his supplies.

"How the hell do you know?" Jenn half shouted while putting her hands on her hips and side stepping to see into the trunk a bit. She wasn't expecting what she saw inside. "And why the hell do you have a gun! Who ARE you?"

Jenn figured she should just cut to the chase. Who were these people? Miraculous recoveries, a trunk of weapons any Big Game hunter would be proud of. She was starting to feel a little uneasy in his presences. After all that time sitting with him in the hospital she never took him for someone who would know how to handle a gun let alone a riffle that he had just sat back into the trunk of the black car.

The young nurse didn't receive an answer right away. All she heard from the man standing in front of her was a low "humph" and some fumbling of what sounded like metal objects.

"Hello? I'm talking to you..."

Dean finally stuffed a couple small things in his pocket while straightening up. With a swiftness that proved it had been done many times before, he pulled out the gun propping open the lid that held all of the weapons and slammed the lid of the trunk hard making her jump.

"You don't want or need to know who I am." He said to her without even looking up from the small handgun he was busy loading. "The less you know of me and my family the better. You already shouldn't have witnessed what you did."

Jenn's eyes narrowed a bit in confusion and anger. That answer was unacceptable. She still felt strangely connected to this man but at the moment he was pissing her off royally with the lack of answers she wanted from him.

"Look... Dean..." Her voice was softer now and the Man before her glanced up finally making eye contacted. "I've been taking care of you for almost two months. I'm sorry that I seem to be a bit pushy but... I have to know what's going on or I think I'll go insane. You shouldn't be awake right now Dean. That person we almost ran into in the hallway was one of your doctors. She did a second brain scan on you. It came back the same. There was nothing. So pardon me if i feel i need some answers as to what the HELL is going on here!" Halfway through her little rant her arms started flailing like an angry Italian. It was definitely a clue to Dean that the only way to satisfy her and possibly get rid of her faster he'd just have to go along with this nonsense.

But the faster the better... his brother could be in some serious trouble right now.

"Fine... I'll let you ask all the questions you want to..."

Jenn sighed, happy she was getting her way until she heard what she didn't want to.

"...But... It'll have to all be fit in between here and the hospital. I'm dropping you back and don't argue with me about it either."

Dean saw the girls eyes slant again in aggravation. She had a foul attitude when she needed to but she also seemed kind and honest. 'No...' He said to himself. 'Enough of that Dean... " He scolded himself. Now was not the time.

"Fine" She said reluctantly. It was better then nothing.

Dean walked over to the passenger side of the Impala, unlocked the door and pulled it open with an old squeak. "Hop in..."

Jenn hesitated for a moment looking Dean square in the eyes. After that gun incident she was a bit leery of his actions... but still... deep down she had that 'something' pulling her towards him. His eyes looked soft to her. Sure it was a description she didn't use often when it came to a persons eyes. But she felt they had some depth. There was a story to be told from what those eyes have seen. She was sure of it.. and damn it, she was gonna find out.

"Well?"

"Yea" she blurted out and stepped forward sliding into the passenger seat of the Impala. The leather was cool on her legs through the thin white nurses pants.

Dean shut the door for her and walked around the back of the car shaking his head slightly at the situation. What the hell was he thinking? He didn't have time for this right now. But the responsible side of him knew he couldn't just leave this girl with no answers. Like she said, she DID take care of him after all.

Dean climbed into the drivers side, shut the door and paused a minute. Oh how happy he was to be back in his car. It may have been pathetic to some but his car was his "home". Obviously it didn't have four walls and a bedroom and bathroom but considering he hadn't had a real home since he was young, the Impala gave him that home-ie feeling. Then with great pleasure he slid the key into the ignition and brought his lovely beast to life. His foot laid heavily on the gas peddle for a few quick Guns of the engine and he let the sides of his mouth twitch at the sides in an evil smile.

Jenn caught the look in the corner of her eye and wanted to laugh. 'Men and their cars...' she thought before letting herself smirk a bit.

Finally they were off with a jolt sending the young nurse deep into the old leather seat.

Dean turned onto the man road back towards the hospital and glanced over at Jenn.

"So...? You have a limited amount of time so fire away."

"Yea..." She said while trying to pull a question from her mind. Now that she had the opportunity the questions were eluding her.

After a few silent seconds Dean tried to help her out.

"Ok Hun... Here how about this. I'll tell you how I ended up in the hospital if you PROMISE not to interrupt me and to have the widest open mind you ever have had in your life. Deal?"

Jenn shook her head and shifted in the smooshy seat to face the handsome man next to her.

"Ok... My name is Dean Winchester... I have a brother named Sam and my father, who you met earlier, is John. We... "Hunt" things. Its not really a normal job. Its more of a personal thing on our part. My mother was killed by... some... thing... when i was a kid and we've been searching for it ever since. During our searching we've come across some unthinkable things and have become pretty good at getting rid of them..." Dean paused before getting to that night two months ago leaving an open gap for Jenn to open her mouth with a question. Dean caught the action and held up a finger.

"Ah ah ah... No interrupting remember?"

"Sorry..."

"Anyways... If you were about to ask what kind of unthinkable things then here goes. Ghosts, poltergeists, Vampires, things that come out of Urban Legends... that sort of thing. And before you try to have me committed and really believe there is some brain damage..." Dean paused to laugh at himself. "... Hear me out. These are things you have to see to believe. And I hope I don't get the opportunity to show you any of them."

"Now... the night I was brought into the hospital, my brother Sam and I were going after this old Witch. Her name is Organa and for years she's been picking the most beautiful girls she can find and taking their life force. Its what has kept her alive since the 1800's. Well she's been doing it more often lately. I have no idea why... Maybe the demand to keep her young and alive is more as the years go on but anyhow... We found where she had been doing her dirty work and waited for her one night to take her out... Only she was stronger then we expected and the situation was out of our hands very quickly."

Dean wanted to leave out how Sam took so long with the fire. He didn't blame Sam... Not at all. That crap happens and he only hoped Sam didn't blame himself. Even though he knew with out a doubt he was beating himself up over it profusely. Dean cleared his throat a bit and continued on.

"Long story short I ended up being cursed by the freakin hag and tossed into a stone wall. That's pretty much all I remember when it comes to that."

'Wow...' Jenn thought. That certainly wasn't what she had been expecting. Not by a long shot.

Dean's words lasted just long enough to make it to the hospital. He pulled into the Emergency Entrance and threw the car in park a little ways from the door.

"Forgive me for not walking you to the door." Dean turned a bit in his seat and draped his arm over the back of his seat. Jenn took in his relaxed body language and inwardly sighed. She believed him. Every single word. But she didn't understand why. The things he said just didn't seem too far-fetched to her.

"Thanks alright... Dean? Umm... I believe you. I just want you to know that."

Dean gave her a sad smile. "Thanks. Not many people do till they've seen it... and even then they chalk it up to their imagination."

"Well... Good luck." She whispered while opening the car door.

But something stopped her. She sat there... one foot in and one foot out of the Impala. Frozen. Why did she feel the sudden urge to shut the door and click the seat belt back in place and help this stranger find his brother? This wasn't in her nature at all... She shook her head a little bit to see if just maybe she could get the thoughts out of her head and her feet moving.

That didn't work and she sighed pulling her legs back into the impala and shutting the door.

"Umm... " Dean mouthed as she turned her eyes back on him. The look of determination was etched into her features.

"Look... I know you don't know me... and I don't know you... But I still have some questions... and this weird feeling that I need to stick with you for a while. I don't know what it is but I've felt it since the moment I saw you wheel through those ER doors." She rambled and motioned her eyes towards the double Doors down the curb from them. " I don't' know if I could take it if I let you drive off and never seeing you again and never knowing what the hell was going on. So I guess what I'm really saying here is... That I want to come with you. Ya know... If that's ok."

Her voice went from strong and stern to almost kid like as her rambling rant winded down.

The silence after was deafening as Dean just sat and stared at her. Deep down she was hoping a laugh wouldn't come out of his mouth. She hoped the silence was only because he was thinking about the answer.

Jenn turned her head from him and watched her nervous fingers fidget with her handbag. It's funny how odd things enter your head when you are nervous. When did she grab her bag? Hmm... Did that matter right now? Of course it didn't but to think of something different other then the stare she was receiving from the man next to her was somewhat helpful.

After a couple more agonizing moments she was about to just say 'Never mind' and exit the old Impala quickly. But Dean's voice and slight movement next to her made her jump a little and halted her actions.

"Jenn did you hear what I just told you about myself?"

"I… I did. Every word." She half whispered, thankful that her voice still worked. She turned her head back in his direction. She found him focused on an interesting spec on the steering wheel and inspecting it with his fingers in a distracted fashion.

"I encounter a lot of dangerous things… And I'm by myself right now without my brother. I can't risk there being a time that I have to go after something and having you caught in the middle of it."

"Dean…" She went to argue but with a wave of his hand it silenced her.

"No… These things are dangerous Jenn. And you don't know what you are doing."

"But what are the odds we'd run into something dangerous before we find your brother!"

Dean gave out a laugh and looked at her in amusement. The look he gave her screamed, "Are you kidding me?"

"Do you really want me to give you numbers on that? I guarantee you somewhere on this road there's some sort of Evil thing that I'd have to handle."

"Oh really?" Jenn mused with wide eyes. "I'd be a bit skeptical on that one Dean. Prove it to me. Drive down this road again and find something evil… If it's really that dangerous out there in this world… prove it!"

The expression on Dean's face was one of determination.

"Fine! If I don't find anything somewhere on this main road…"

"… I can come with you." She finished his sentence for him with excitement.

"Yea sure… And if I do… YOU stay here. Deal?"

Dean extended his hand to her and she didn't hesitate to reach over and shake it.

"Deal." She repeated. The young nurse clicked her seatbelt back into place and smiled as if she had won the battle already.

Dean shook his head disapprovingly and started the Impala back up with a giant roar. This poor girl thought she was seriously going to win this. Dean already knew just where to drive. He was sure he felt something odd as he walked from the hotel to the Motel. He just ignored it in his desperation to get to his brothers side.

He was pissed. He didn't want to do this right now. Sure he didn't care that he was challenged to find something evil and kick its ass. It had been two months since he'd had a chance to do so on anything. The thought of getting back to what he found 'normal' was making him itchy. But to have this young innocent girl be with him when he did it was what ate at him.

He honestly didn't want her to see what he did or WHAT he did it with. She shouldn't have to witness such terrible things if she didn't have to. And he wasn't just making up his unease at not having backup there just in case something happened. The incident with that Witch was reason enough that even WITH help things can go wrong fast.

But Dean Winchester never backed down from a challenge and if this woman wanted to see just how right he was about Demons and Ghosts then so be it.

Sam was still shivering at his horrible nightmare as he crept into the kitchen. After an hour of sitting there sobbing into his hands his mouth became dry and so did his eyes. He went from total devastation to cold, hard and distant.

With shaking hands, Sam started opening cupboard doors in search of a glass. At this point he was in such a daze that he gave no consideration to silence as he opened and shut the doors in the darkness.

At that moment anyone could see Sam wasn't in his right mind. It would be hard for him to find anything in that darkness no matter how many doors he pulled open. His body was just moving on instinct and not properly working things in his head. The thought of turning on a light never dawned on him. Not even when it actually did snap on.

"Sam?" Tracy said in a groggy state while wrapping her robe closer to herself.

Sam didn't respond or even acknowledge her there as he kept opening the same doors he'd already opened.

Tracy was confused at why he didn't even respond to her and walked over to place a hand on his shoulder.

The sudden touch pulled Sam out of his trance and he spun around ready to protect himself only to come face to face with Tracy.

"Are you alright?" She said with concern. The man in front of her was drenched in sweat and his eyes were red from the obviously large amount of crying.

"He's gone…" he whispered. His eyes were glazed over and staring at a spot on the wall.

"Who is gone Sam?" She asked while grabbing his arm and ushering him to the same seat he sat in early for Apple Pie.

"Dean…"

"Dean? Who…?" Who was Dean?

"My… My Brother… He's gone." A tear escaped his eye again without the help of a blink and rolled down his face. Maybe he wasn't dried up enough for tears after all.

Tracy remembered the talk they had earlier and… after remembering what he had said about his brother he face dropped.

"Sam did you get a call about Dean tonight?" she said softly while starting to rub circled on his back comfortingly.

"He's gone. I left him to die and now he's gone."

"No… No Sam you didn't leave him to die. This isn't your fault."

"Yes it is!" He yelled out, startling her enough to yank back her hand from his back.

"No Sam! It's NOT your fault! Bad things happen in life and we cant control it. I couldn't stop my friends from being taken… you couldn't help your brother from something you knew nothing about! You aren't a doctor Sam. And I'm sure somewhere you brother knows it's not your fault either. Would he have ever blamed you?"

Sam looked into her eyes still fresh with tears and Tracy didn't bother resisting her urge to wipe them away.

"No he wouldn't." Sam finally said with more strength then his past words. "He would have taken the blame for me. He always protected me… even against myself."

Sam finally looked away and finished Tracy's job of wiping his tears away from his face.

"I'm so sorry Sam. Do you want to go back to deal with what has to be done with your brother? I could go with you of course."

Sam paused a moment.

"… No… I'm sure he'll be taken care of. I have a job to do here."

"Sam I can wait."

"No you cant. This can't wait. Your friends can't wait for me to grieve. After I help you and kill that bitch… I'll go and do my mourning for my brother. Dean would have kicked my ass if I left a job undone on his behalf.

"Ok…" Tracy said with a small smile. "I'll be with you the whole way… I promise."

Sam wanted to smile a bit of a thanks for her company during this tough moment but his mouth just wouldn't allow it. Half of Sam was missing. A cold void sat within him but even if he wanted to or not he would carry on. 'For Dean…' he thought to himself… Always for Dean.

OK! Lol… I promised myself I'd get this chapter finished and to my liking before I had to go down to the barn LOL So if it feels rushed in any way I'm sorry! But I worked for a few weeks on this trying to get it just right and to my liking. And then as I kept going I couldn't find a stopping point LOL I just kept going! This clocked it at almost 9 pages so I hope everyone is ok with it. Let me know what you think and all that good stuff.

Ghostwriter: Oh you KNOW there's gonna be some butt kickin coming!

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shamelessOne: I hope you figured out the Names thing! It is a bit confusing I know. I hope it folded itself out!

sinful delight: yea Dad's a wuss! I haven't decided if we'll see him again yet. He's served his purpose.. though have a kick ass version of my ending that would be a popular one lol

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Stony Angel: I'm glad you like Jenn! She's certainly going to play an important roll! Its coming! I hope you like it when it does!

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Mistro and Daquiri: Hey! Yes I remember you! Thank you for the PM… And I'm guessing Dean smells pretty damn good! Sam? I don't feel that way. I dunno why.. haha I'm sorry Sam wasn't there when he woke up but I hope you like where i'm gonna take this. If you want to IM me to push me harder when I'm late with the updates I'd be happy for the push! AOLIM is SnBnNnA

aniki19: I'm glad you noticed the necklace part.. yes it will play a part too! Glad you liked this

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