You have no idea what you did to me when you put this story to your alert list. I never thought so many people would like it. I'm really happy…I'm more than happy, I'm thrilled. And to think I only had the title to begin with. So…thank you again for reading the story and I hope you'll like this last chapter. And I do apologize for all the mistakes. Now if you'll excuse me I'm going to go and attack the chocolate I have hidden in the closet. I think I deserve it. Well it's the only thing that I really own, so…Smiles

Enjoy…

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CHAPTER 2:

Dim light greeted Sam when he entered the bathroom. His eyes landed on a small white sink with a mirror hanging above it. He couldn't help but notice his reflection in it.

Tired, just tired.

He let go of the door knob and looked around the room. A small toilet next to the sink, a shower in the corner, and blue, ocean like tiles on the floor spilling gently in grass green like tiles on the walls.

God.

And one big brother, sitting on the floor.

"Dean?!"

He saw Dean behind the opened door, leaning on the wall. His knees were drawn close to his chest with arms encircling them. His eyes were closed and…

Thump.

"Dean, Jesus."

He closed the door and made one long step to crouch before Dean.

Thump.

"Dean!"

Sammy.

No response.

Without hesitation he extended his left hand and put it behind Deans head that was violently hitting the ceramic behind her. He didn't feel any blood, just soft hair and a bump that was definitely gonna hurt in the morning. He placed his right one on Dean's knee to steady himself or else he would fall flat on his ass. Two injured brothers…one is more that enough.

Great deflecting strategy, Dean. Talking really isn't your thing, huh? Well too bad big brother…

"Dean!!"

If I keep my eyes closed will he go away? Sammy please, please, just leave me alone. Just…please, please.

"Dean!!"

God, Sammy, just…please leave.

Dean kept banging his head on Sam's hand but the soft hit did nothing to mask the pain of Sam's words. They stung, they hurt and they burned.

Sammy thinks I'll die. I…I think so too.

With every hit Dean made to his palm, his knuckles snapped a little when they hit the tiles. Dean was strong, too strong for his own good.

Sam gripped Deans head in his hand but he just shrugged it off and continued to bang his head on the wall.

Sam thinks I'm cold.

Thump.

Sammy thinks I'll die.

Thump.

Sammy…I…I think I'll die.

No thump this time, no blinding pain, no cold tiles…just a gentle landing on a soft warm palm, which fingers squeezed tightly and rested on his temples. He lost the strength to move, and the only thing for him to do was to sink in the touch.

He sluggishly raised his hand up to grasp Sam's right wrist and squeezed.

Sammy.

It was a word concealed in a touch in the middle of silence.

And it tore Sam apart. It was like wild beast smelled the blood from previous injuries and came to finish him off.

Even with his eyes still tightly shut he could see Sam, crouching before him with worried and mild eyes. Probably little teary…and broken.

"Dean, come on. Just open your eyes."

Gentle voice as not to startle his brother now that he felt Dean sunk his head into his hand. Finally relaxing a little…mustn't scare him now.

I'll see you, if I open my eyes, Sammy.

"Please, just open them. Let me see if you're alright."

'M not alright.

"I'm so sorry, Dean. Please."

I'm sorry too.

"Dean, just look at me." he squeezed his knee and shook it slightly.

I don't wanna see you, Sammy. Just please leave.

"Just leave me alone."

The hoarse voice made Sam jump. He wasn't ready for words, he was hoping for a simple look and he got words that…to be honest didn't know what to do with them.

"I can't do that, Dean. You know that."

"Just leave."

Dean's voice was shaking like a twig on unsteady water, something he really didn't want Sam to hear.

Too late…

"I can't." he went for a soothing whisper to match Deans quavering one.

"Leave!!" the intensity of the trembling scream vibrated through Sam and almost knocked him on the floor. But he held his ground. His thighs were burning from crouching, and he put a little more weight on Dean's knee.

He must make amends for his stupidity, has to make Dean see that he didn't mean what he said. Needs to make Dean see, that he's a big idiot with a bigger mouth. This was far beyond the need to know why Dean changed his mind…this…this was to make Dean see…know that he will save him.

"I can't." he matched Deans voice with his own original tremble.

I can't leave you, I just can't. You can punch me all you want, you can scream, you can kick…but I won't leave you.

He felt tremors shoot through Deans body, he felt them loud and clear. Through his fingers that were pressing on Deans temples he could feel his brothers steady heartbeat…alive. The rhythm moved up his arm and settled in his own heart.

"Don't touch me."

Sammy please, LEAVE.

But he did nothing to show his resolve, so Sam's hands stayed as they were. His left one behind Deans head preventing him from hitting her on the ceramic tiles, his right one on Deans knee.

"Dean, look at me, don't shut yourself out. Just," he didn't wanna go there, but he didn't know what else to do, "remember back in Greenville, when we talked, after Dad died. Please just talk to me like that again. Just tell me."

He felt Sam's breath brush his face, felt it nice and warm.

"I have nothing to say to you Sam. Just leave me the hell alone."

That time, that one time when I broke…with you next to me…I can't do that again.

Sam hung his head low. He wanted to chew on his finger, he wanted to chew it of his hand, but he didn't dare to let go of Dean. He needed to do something so he dug his fingers in Dean's knee. He did it subconsciously, not even knowing why. Why would he want to cause his brother more pain?

The action triggered something in Dean.

"God, Sam you push," a breath, "and you push," he opened his eyes and looked down at his knees,"until you break someone," he saw Sam's hand on his knee, "and then you leave them broken."

"I didn't leave you." he swallowed down any other words that were trying to come out of his mouth.

"Yeah."

But you did before.

"I'm still here. I didn't mean what I said, you have to believe me. You have to. Dean…" it was a harsh voice spoken in low volume.

I know I left you alone before, but not now. Never again.

He was stopped by a single tear that slipped out of the green eyes his brother wore all his life.

Sam sighed and lowered his head again. He felt his brother relaxing a bit, sagging a little but not completely. Yet.

"Dean…" he tried with a gentle voice.

Silence.

The tear slid slowly down Dean's face, it was almost like gravity had no effect on her. It fell down on his lap where he cradled her and prayed she won't have company any time soon.

"Dean…you won't die. I won't let you die. I just won't." his breath hitched a little.

Sammy.

"You just won't."

I won't let it happen.

He still supported his brothers head in his hand even when it fell down to his chest at some point. He couldn't bring himself to let go, afraid Dean would start banging it at the wall again. And he was struck by the fact that his brother didn't try and wiggle himself out of his touch.

Dean I'm so sorry.

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They sat on the bathroom floor, Dean where he was and Sam on the opposite side of him. It was a small bathroom, their toes were touching, Sam's hand still on Dean's knee, the other on constant alarm should Dean start to bang his head again. His eyes never slipped from Dean. He just…observed him.

There was only silence. And their breathing. Mixing together in a soothing sound that relaxed them both.

Dean's alive.

Sammy's here.

The light began to make sizzling sounds and Sam reached up to turn it off. They didn't need it anyway. He put some of his weight on Dean's knee and Dean took it. He didn't even budge. After their eyes adjusted to the darkness they noticed it wasn't so dark. The parking lot light shone through the window and it was enough for Sam to see Dean's lip quivering. Tear after tear shining in the gentle light, all making their home in Deans lap.

"'S O.K." it was a tender voice he was going for, just to let Dean know it really was okay.

They lost sense of time. Maybe they were here for one minute or for a whole year. It didn't matter. Time made no difference in the room. Time was just something people invented…to let me know when my brother will die…to let me know when I'll save him. The soft darkness looked the same after every heartbeat, after every breath. Everything looked the same.

"You're an ass."

"Huh?"

"Bitch."

"Dean?"

All he got in response was a quick intake of air and then silence. Dean didn't stir and they sat like that, toes to toes, hand on knee, on the cold bathroom floor, close and present. Without time.

The outside light turned off and was replaced with a bloody red color seeping through the window. Slowly at first and then it turned into a bright yellow light. Dawn was wakening up this side of the world. It'll be a bright sunny day.

"I'll save you."

"Yeah."

I know.

"I will."

"Yeah."

I know.

"Trust me Dean."

Silence.

"I trust you, Sammy."

A smile turned Sam's lips up.

"It was a stupid argument, Sam."

It hurt.

"I know."

I'm sorry.

"Sleep?"

"Through the whole shitty day."

They got up from the floor on wobbly legs and staggered to their beds.

Dean was out even before he hit the pillow.

"I'll save you."

"I trust you."

Have to have hope, Sammy.

Or find another place to fall.

"Jerk."

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Hope you liked it. It took me this long to find that something that was missing… it was a word concealed in a touch in the middle of silence.