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A/N: Warning - May contain graphic images and references to self harm

It wasn't long before they were on the road and heading to Bobby's. Dean was hoping that once there, between himself and Bobby they could fix Sam. He needed his little brother back, not the shell of the man that was sitting beside him. Looking over at Sam he could see that his brother had fallen asleep, not surprising seeing how he now knew that Sam hadn't slept much the night before.

He found it a little odd that the only place that Sam seemed to get a peaceful sleep was in the Impala. Reaching for the radio, he turned the volume down. Sam needed his rest and there was no way he was going the radio disturb his little brother; even if it was his favourite ACDC album.

He had called Bobby from the last gas station they had stopped at, told him that they were on their way and to make sure to remind him that if Sam asked he had wanted them to stop by to look over the omens that Bobby found. Unable to hold it in, he told Bobby about the blood that he had found, and how Sam had told him he had had a nosebleed but Dean knew that he was lying.

"How can you be so sure Dean, I mean with the stress that Sam is under and if he is not eating or sleeping like you say, then it wouldn't be a surprise that he would have a nosebleed?" Bobby had asked.

"You didn't see him Bobby. I know my brother, sure we've been apart for two years, but I still know Sam and he always was a terrible liar. There is something more going on here, I just don't know what it is." Dean said with a sigh.

"Don't worry Dean, between the two of us, we'll figure it out and we'll get Sam back."

"I hope you're right Bobby, I really do. I can feel Sam slipping further and further away from me everyday… I'm scared Bobby, I'm scared I'm going to loose him." Dean said, disgusted at the choking sound coming from his voice.

"It's not going to happen Dean, I promise ya. You just get that boy here, do you understand me?" Bobby asked, his voice sounding sure and confident.

"Yeah Bobby, I do. Thanks again, I really appreciate you helping us out."

"You boys should know you are always welcome here."

"Well to be honest Bobby, I wasn't sure, I mean the last time we were there you went after Dad with a shot-gun."

"Yeah, but did you see me aiming it at you or your brother? No. I was just aiming at your Daddy, and besides he deserved it, stupid jackass."

"Thanks, I think. We'll be there as soon as we can. Really though Bobby, thanks, I don't know would do, I'm kinda all out of ideas."

"Will you stop thanking me, I haven't done anything yet." Bobby said

Dean hoped that being at Bobby's would stabilise his brother and they could get to the bottom of what was going on with him, cause he feared that if he couldn't he would end up loosing his brother.

Looking over at his Sam, his head leaning against the window, Dean pushed his foot harder on the accelerator wanting to get to Bobby's as soon as possible.

SN

They pulled into Bobby's a little after three. Apart from stopping for gas, Dean hadn't stopped for anything to eat, happy that his brother was finally getting some sleep. But it was if Sam knew that his time in the car was about to end, cause a mile from Bobby's, Sam's face began to show signs of distress, and then suddenly his eyes snapped open and he gasped as he awoke.

Dean was torn – he wanted to ask Sam what had he been dreaming about but didn't want to push Sam away. Deciding that now there were at Bobby's it might be better to wait for backup before tackling Sam.

"We almost there?" Sam asked as he turned to face his brother, wiping the last of the sleep from his eyes.

The sound of Sam's voice startled Dean out of his musings.

"Huh, yeah, few more minutes and we should be there." Dean watched as Sam tried to stretch the kinks out of his shoulders and neck. It had always been a downside that his brother had outgrown the Impala, and while he loved his brother more than life itself but there was no way he was going to sell his baby!

As they exited that car, Sam a little more sluggishly than Dean, saw Bobby come out to meet them. He stood on the porch in his customary baseball cap waiting for he boys to approach. Throwing his arms around Dean, he grabbed him in a bear hug. Dean wasn't a hugging type of guy, but he couldn't help himself allow himself to relax into the embrace. He finally felt that he wasn't alone in this. The level of his worry had only increased when he had found the bloodstained cloth. He still couldn't work out what was going on but he knew that his little brother had looked him dead in the eye and lied. That thought absolutely terrified him.

"Good to see ya boy." Bobby said as he pushed Dean back, not fully releasing him as he kept a grip on the younger mans shoulders, looking him over.

"Good to see you too Bobby."

Looking at Dean, Bobby could see the gratitude in his eyes and knew that things must be bad because Dean Winchester never asked for help, not until he felt that he was in big trouble.

Bobby raised his head and looked back towards Sam who was rummaging through the trunk of the car. Sure, it had been a couple of years since he seen they boy but the person who was standing in front of him was a shadow of who he remembered.

Watching as Sam walked around the Impala carrying his bag, he noticed how sluggish and unsteady he seemed, he locked eyes with Dean and could see the worry that lay there.

"He Sam, how are you doing?" Bobby asked as he moved away from the porch and started towards Sam. Like with Dean, once he reached Sam he put his arms around him but was surprised when Sam didn't return the gesture. Pulling away from him he looked into Sam's eyes and saw all the hurt, pain and desperation that Dean had told him about.

"Oh Sam, I'm sorry about your girlfriend. Dean told me when I called him. I really am sorry."

"Thanks Bobby, I appreciate it." Sam whispered, then clearing his throat, he blinked away the unshed tears and as he began walking towards the house, he turned back to Bobby.

"Where are these omens you were telling Dean about?"

SN

While Sam took up a spot at a table in the study to look over the "omens" that Bobby had discovered, himself and Dean headed to the kitchen to get a beer.

"What do you think Bobby? He looks bad doesn't he?" Dean asked, taking a sip.

"Well, you've got to remember I haven't seen him in a while, but yeah he doesn't look good. He seems to be unsteady on his feet, he looks to be lacking some muscle and those bags under his eyes……..well they tell their own story."

"I really don't know what to do Bobby, he's not sleeping, barely eating – anything that he does eat he throws back up and now he's lying about the blood I found. I don't know for the life of me where the blood came from all I know is he lied to me." Letting out a sigh he sat down at the table and began to peel the label off the bottle as he continued.

"I've tried to confront him but it just seems to push him away and I'm afraid that if I push too hard he'll end up doing something that'll get himself killed. But then there's a voice in my head that is screaming at me to do something cause if I don't I'm going to loose him one way or another."

"It's ok Dean, we'll work it out, but I think you're right, something needs to be done – he can't go on like this."

"Just don't let I him know that I brought him here, as far as he's concerned we came cause you found some omens."

As Dean looked up at Bobby, he realised that Bobby was looking past him to the doorway, turning quickly he saw Sam standing and by the look on him face he had heard everything.

SN

Standing up so quickly that he almost knocked the chair over, Dean turned to Sam and saw a look of betrayal on his face.

"Sam, I…" he began before being cut off by his brother.

"Save it Dean, just save it." Sam shouted as he turned away.

Dean knew that he couldn't let Sam go, it was time to sort it out. He followed his brother out of the room, Bobby in his wake.

"Sam."

"No Dean, you lied to me. You told me that Bobby called you - that he needed our help when all the time it was you. You were the one that called him, I mean seriously what the hell." Sam shouted.

"You wanna talk about lying Sam, what about your lies huh?"

"I don't know what your talking about Dean – don't try to turn this around….."

"You've just done it again. You know damn right well what I'm talking about – pretending that your sleeping when I know you're not, pretending that your eating – when I know that you have just been throwing everything back up. And I also know that the blood I found on the cloth wasn't cause you had a nosebleed. I'm so sick of the lies Sam. I just can't watch you do this to yourself any longer." Dean said, watching as Sam barely flinched at his words.

"Well maybe it would be best if I leave, that way you won't have to deal with it." Sam said as he turned away.

Dean wasn't going to back down this time. Moving after his brother, he reached out and grabbed Sam's arm, ready to continue the argument. He wasn't expecting the grunt of pain and the way Sam tried to pull his arm away.

"What the hell is wrong with your arm?" Dean said as he began to lift the sleeve of Sam's shirt.

"Nothing Dean, would you get off." Shouted Sam as he tried in vain to pull his arm free of his brother's vice like grip.

Dean wasn't prepared for the sight that greeted him, the audible gasp from Bobby who was standing behind him only made him feel worse.

"God Sammy, what did you do?" he voice barely above a whisper.

Tbc...

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