Hi Guys, am back! We are nearing the end of the story now, maybe there are two chapters more to go. The next chapter is already in writing, am just waiting to put the finishing touches on it.

Thanks for all those who reviewed, they rocked my world.

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Dean sat up in bed, staring out of the window as rays of sunlight invaded the darkness of the early morning world. He shivered a little, the air was cold and his nose felt numb. Sammy always used to tease him about his nose, it was the first thing that was cold when winter seeped in. Dean shivered more, trying not to let the icy breeze wrap around his heart too. He needed to hold it together for Sammy.

But he was tired. It had been a month since Sam was attacked by the shultir. He seemed to respond to outside stimuli, but it was not voluntary. He just sat there and stared into space as Dean force fed him some liquid food everyday, letting it run down his throat. Dean had to hold his mouth closed and rub his throat till reflex let him swallow. One bowl of mash took about ninety minutes to finish.

Tears stung Dean's eyes. They've been imposing on Bobby for a long time now, but he wasn't sure what to do if they were moving. He could take Sam to a motel in the impala, but then what? He sure as hell did not have any money to support them and he could not go out and earn money while Sam was in this state.

He rose to his feet, determined. He would go to Bobby and see if they could stay another month. He could repay him by working with the cars. He could not jeopardize Sam's health in any way and he would do everything to make sure that his baby brother was alright. Even if it killed him.

Bobby swiped at the big dog sitting on his truck. Weltner tended to drool on the paint and he was just sick of cleaning it off. Hearing footsteps behind him, he turned to see Dean approaching him, his face determined and terrified at the same time.

"Bobby, I need to talk to you."

Bobby straightened, taking in the fact that Dean's hands were shaking slightly. "Wattup, Dean?"

"It's been a month since we came here, and, uh, we've stayed for so long, uh, I don't know how to care for Sam out of here, Bobby. I was just wondering... er, if we could, um..."

Bobby sighed. "Spit it out, boy."

"ifwecouldstayforamonthmore."

"What?"

Dean's face suddenly took a turn toward a pleading look. "Please Bobby, can we stay for one more month, I promise we won't be a burden, I'll do anything you want me to do, this is not for me, it's for Sammy. I can't bear it if anything happens to him, he seems okay here. Please, Bobby."

Bobby stared at Dean with an utter look of disbelief on his face.

"Stupid ass! What do you think, I was gonna throw the both of you out of here on your asses? Is that all you take me for? Sam's more than someone I know, he's like my own boy. And you too, don't you forget that for a minute. You can stay for a month and the month after that and more if you want to. Damnit, Dean."

After that rant, Bobby took a slow breath, he was not an open person and that speech made him awkward. One look at Dean's face though, and all inhibitions flew away. The kid had tears in his eyes, looking at Bobby gratefully.

"Thanks, Bobby. You don't know just how much that means to me. Sammy needs this, Bobby, more than anything I can give him. I just wish that... I don't know, Bobby, he will be fine, won't he?"

And as a tear ran down Dean's cheek, Bobby pulled him into a tight embrace.

Sam opened his eyes slowly. The last bout of darkness seemed to take a huge toll on him. He wondered why his arms and legs felt like lead, he couldn't move them at all. A dull ache throbbed through his body and the light filtering in through the window hurt his head.

Wait, window? Slowly, he became aware that he was on a couch, rolled up in blankets in a place that seemed very familiar. Bobby's place? Why was he in Bobby's place all of a sudden?

His mouth opened, but nothing came out, a slight croak escaping as he expelled air from his lungs. Shutting his mouth again, he tried to take in everything around him. Why was he at Bobby's?

Suddenly, terror filled him, followed with an eerie sense of calm. The terror because he realized that Dean and his Dad were at Bobby's place, and if they came back and found him there, they would probably kill him this time. The sense of calm came with the realization that he had given up on life. If Dean wanted him dead, that's what Dean would have.

Phew! That sure took a load of his mind. Bobby was okay with them staying, which would mean that Sam would be taken care of. He turned back to the house, still surprised over the sudden embrace.

As he entered, he heard a small noise. His heart beat faster and he raced into the small study where Sammy was lying down on the couch. Stepping closer, his heart skipped a beat when he realized Sam was looking at him. Not just staring, actually looking at him. Dean just stared in shock, unable to move, rooted to the spot. Sam opened his mouth to speak.

And that's when Dean shattered. The first words he heard after a whole month from the person that he loved more than life itself was this:

"It's o...ok. I, I won't... run anymore... You can finish this. Kill... Kill me, De."

He couldn't say whether it was the use of his childhood nickname or the absurd request that did it, but the last thing Dean remembered was the floor rushing up to meet his face.

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