"Did you get under his skin?" He asked.
"Did I get under his skin? I;m insullted! Ofcourse I got under his skin, lord nows he got in mine." She said with a cold shiver and a cocky smile.
"So the job is donw then?" He asked her again.
"We'll fined out now won't we." She answered again with the same grin.
"Just remember, you have to get him in reality, which has proved to be harder then it looks." He said, like an old wise man.
"Remember who you're talking to, old man! I had the eldest at my finger tips! I'm sure the younger one will come just as willingly." She answered as she plastered the most suddestic smile the old man had ever seen.
"Dean! Stop it you're tickling me!" Sam yelled, as he rolled around trying to get away from his brothers strong grip.
"To bad Sammy, we've got a job to do. And unfortunatly that means you have to were clothing." Dean said with all most a frown, but a cocky smile spread it'self before it could apere.
'Lord knows how much I'd rather see you naked!' Dean though silently to himself.
"Dean..." Sam started but went limp before he could finish.
Dean froze for only a moment before he ran to the head of the bed. They ofcoure had been on Deans bed, but he had forgotten about his safty blanket. As he layed eyes on the blood pooling from the middle of Sams back.
'Oh my god. I killed my brother with my own protection!'
"Dean..." A low moan came from Sam's mouth. "Hospital...please..." Sam barly made out.
"Hospital! YEAH! Good Idea Sammy." Dean Said aloud. 'But how am I going to move you with out moving the knife? If I take it out I rsk paralizing you for good, if you're not already.' Dean thought to himself. The knife he cept under his pillow had come lose in the sex and the tickle match, and ofcourse lodging it's self squar in the middle of Sammies back.
"Just hang on Sammy, I'm goona call for the paramedics. Okay, just hand on." Dean said trying so hard to be strong.
As soon as he got off the phone, he practically ran back to the bed. The pale expretionless look on Sam's face made Dean panic even more. The look in his eyes made Dean stop breathing. 'You have got to kinding me! He can't be having...OH FUCK' Deans leg shot him straight up and over to the door. 'This is NOT good, he has a knife lodge in his back, and his having vision.' Dean thought as the parmedics rushed to bleeding, barly breathing body infront of them.
"Sir what happened here?" One of the paramedics asked Dean.
Um think Dean, think. "He past out last night, and I found him like this when I got out of the shower." Dean said, pourd of the fact that they belived his pathetic atempt at a lie.
Dean sat and waited in the wiating room for what seemed an eternaty, but was really only three hours, when finally the docotr operating on Sam apeared. He was a bloody mess, like letarlly. He could only look and the blood spatter on the man infront of him. 'How could there be that much blood? Enless something went wrong...No Dean you can't think that way!' Dean scouled himself.
"Mr. Gorden?" The doctor called, and Dean stode at his full six foot one height.
The height of the man made the doctor intemdatly inch his way over.
"Tell me Doc, is he gonna be okay? Is he gonna live?" Dean ask frantically.
"Please, Mr. Gorden just come down. Your friend is goin to be just fine. But I will worn you now, he may suffer from temperay ambnetion." The Doctor said slowly.
"Oh, will the important part is his going to be ok." Dean said more for himself then anything. "Can I see him?"