A/N- I'm really surprised at the number of story alerts this is getting. Good to know you guys are interested! Also, thank you to my beautiful reviewers; you make the world a better place. So, chapter 3 is finally up. It's long by my standards; I was going to stop half way, but I felt guilty so I kept going. Hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 3

Sam pulled into the motel a few minutes later. The car ride had been tense; Sam constantly checking Dean, and Dean gradually becoming more and more quiet as the pain and blood loss took hold. Sam was seriously beginning to worry about his brother; even once they got to the motel, he wasn't sure whether he would be able to patch up Dean.

Jumping out of the car, Sam headed for the passenger door, wrenching it open in his hurry to get to Dean.

"Oi, you be careful with my baby," Dean muttered to Sam as he tried to get out of the car.

"Dean, you're bleeding and weak and all you can think about is how I treat your car?"

"She has feelings too…" Dean's argument was cut off once Sam began helping him out of the car. It took a few minutes to get out of the car and recuperate; the sudden change in altitudes had made Dean feel woozy again, and he was forced to lean against the impala and Sam while he adjusted.

"S'mmy, what'd you think happened?" Dean asked Sam softly as they began to walk slowly to the motel room, Sam's arm once again around Dean, holding him up.

"I don't know Dean. We'll figure that out after; for now, we need to get you mended." Dean gave a little grunt of agreement as Sam opened the door.

Inside, the room was quite dark, even with the light turned on.

"Damn cheap motel," Sam cursed as he set Dean down on the bed and moved to get the first aid kit. Before he could, however, a desperate hand clung to the back of his shirt.

"Sammy, don't leave. Please. Not again…" the pleading tone in Dean's voice stopped Sam immediately.

"It's alright Dean, I'm just going to get the first aid kit. I'll be back in a second, okay?"

"You promise?" Dean asked in a small voice.

"I promise." Dean reluctantly let go of Sam's shirt, and Sam rushed to the bathroom to get the first aid kit, not wanting to leave his brother alone for a second longer than necessary. He rarely ever saw Dean so weak and clingy; it only happened when he was seriously hurt.

Returning with the first aid kit, he found Dean sitting on the edge of the bed, his body hunched over.

"Dean?"

"Sammy!" Dean's voice sounded surprised. "You came back. I thought… I didn't think you'd come back." The hurt in Dean's voice made Sam feel so guilty.

"I came back Dean, just like I promised," Sam said soothingly as he sat down next to Dean, first aid kit in hand. "Okay, let's take a look a this cut."

Sam helped Dean shrug off his jacket, which thankfully didn't have too much blood on it. In the light, Dean's shirt looked much worse; the bloodstain was spread all along Dean's right side. The deep red contrasted strongly with the blue shirt Dean had on, and Sam had to swallow before starting to remove Dean's shirt. The shirt had to be cut, because Sam was pretty sure Dean wasn't going to be able to take it off otherwise. As soon as he cut it off, Sam let out a hiss; the cut was massive. It went from just below Dean's underarm, down past his ribcage, and ended at the top of his jeans.

"Admiring the sight?" Dean's question cut into Sam's thought, but was met with silence; Sam couldn't be bothered to reply to Dean's weak joke.

"Dean, who did this to you?"

"I don't remember…" Sam sighed heavily at Dean's remark before reaching into the first aid kit for the needle and stitches. His hand hovered over the two items for a minute before moving over to a small flask.

"What's that?" Dean asked.

"Holy water. You don't remember how you got that, so I need to clean it properly." Dean eyed the holy water wearily; both brothers had painful experiences with it. Sam unscrewed the lid and poured a few drops on Dean's wound. Dean cried out in pain, his fingers gripping the bedspread beneath him tightly as the wound sizzled. Sam looked on guilty as he poured more; he knew that it was better for the wound to be cleaned than risk the chance of some kind of curse or supernatural infection, but still; who enjoyed seeing their brother in so much pain?

"Son of a-" Dean groaned as the last bit of holy water was poured on his wound. His fingers were white from the amount of force he had applied in gripping the bedspread.

"Well, now we know it was something supernatural," Sam said optimistically as he placed the flask back into the first aid kit and reached for the needle and thread.

"Cause that's so comforting." Dean hissed again as the needle entered his flesh. "Geez, watch where you shove that needle, will you?" Dean mumbled as Sam sewed up the wound.

"Dean? You feeling alright?"

"I-" and with that, Dean fell unconscious. His upper body fell forward, and only stopped falling because of a restraining hand from Sam.

"Dean! Hey, Dean. Come on, man." But Dean remained unconscious. Sam held his older brother in his arms, uncertain what to do. He gently manhandled Dean until he was lying on his back on the bed, and continued stitching up the wound. His fingers trembling slightly, Sam finally finished, and sat back to look at his patient. Dean was still pale, and when Sam touched his forehead, he realised Dean's skin was cool and clammy, and his pulse was fast, but growing fainter. Sam recognised the signs of blood loss, and immediately reached for his phone. He was going to need help.

"Bobby?"

"Sam? What's up? You find Dean?"

"Yeah, I got him, but Bobby, he doesn't remember what happened, and he was hurt bad. He has this massive cut, and I stitched it up, but I think he's lost too much blood."

As if on cue, Dean suddenly began coughing harshly, and once he was done, a dribble of blood slid from between his lips.

"Bobby! I need to get him to a hospital, but they'll ask too many questions!"

"Ok, slow down, boy. There's a medical facility near you where hunters go. The doctors are real good there; they know all about hunting, and don't ask too many questions."

Sam's racing heart slowed down slightly.

"Where is it?"

After getting the details, Sam thanked Bobby before putting the phone down. He quickly moved to Dean's side, checking him over. Dean's condition hadn't gotten any worse, but it definitely hadn't improved. Sam thought for a split second before making his decision. He gently scooped Dean into his arms, taking care not to press the wound. Staggering slightly under the weight, Sam walked to the impala and placed Dean in the passenger seat, where he could keep an eye on Dean. Sliding into the driver seat, Sam started the engine and drove to the medical facility.

The medical facility wasn't too far away. It was a small place; or at least it looked like it from the outside. In reality, it was quite large, and also popular- to those who knew it existed at least. However, to the outside community, it was just a random house which often got visitors, hence the cars parked outside.

Sam looked up at the building as he got out of the car. It sure didn't look like a medical place; but he knew better than to doubt Bobby. Opening the passenger door, Sam gently picked up Dean again before staggering to the front door. Before he could knock or ring however, the door opened, revealing a pretty young girl with concern on her eyes.

"Come in, quickly." Sam stepped through the door, which closed behind him. Inside, the area was an off white colour, and definitely looked clinical. There was a small waiting room with no one inside; obviously no other hunters had been hurt recently. Two men suddenly appeared in front of Sam, one wheeling a stretcher.

"Quickly, put him on here." Sam obeyed, helped by one of the men.

"How did he get the wound?"

"I don't know; he woke up about an hour ago on Pitts street without any clue as to what has happened to him for the past 2 days. I stitched up the wound, but he's suffering from blood loss, and I-"

"Thank you. You need to wait here," the second man said as they continued to wheel Dean away.

"Wait, what? No, I need to be with my brother!"

"Sir, please. Wait in the waiting room and you'll be updated on your brothers condition as soon as possible."

It was the girl who had first opened the door for him. Clearly she was some kind of receptionist. Sam reluctantly let himself be led back to the waiting room he had seen before and sat down. The girl handed him a clipboard with medical forms, which Sam stared at blankly.

"Take your time," the girl said kindly before walking off. Sam continued to look at the forms, head buzzing. Was it safe to fill in their proper details, or did they use aliases? Sam was saved the trouble of deciding by the appearance of a friendly face.

"Sam?"

"Bobby!" Sam rose quickly, giving the older man a hug. Bobby could sense the turmoil of emotions in Sam, and gestured for him to sit down again.

"You can fill in your real details. It won't be found by the police or anyone." Sam smiled slightly before beginning to fill in the forms. He knew all the answers to the questions without having to check anything, and although that pleased him, he also wished that their lives weren't so dangerous to the extent that they had the details memorised. Bobby waited till Sam had handed in the forms and was seated before beginning to question him.

"Sam, what happened?"

And so Sam filled Bobby in on all the details; Dean's initial disappearance, the number of calls Sam had made, Dean's first call, the ride to and from Pitts street, and then the drive here. Bobby listened, wide eyed.

"And he doesn't remember anything?" Sam shook his head in confirmation.

"Nothing. Not who did this to him, not where he was, nothing!" Sam held his head in his hands, the stress of what had happened to Dean getting to him. Bobby placed a comforting hand on Sam's back.

"Sam, it's alright. This is Dean we're talking about; that boy can survive through anything. You'll see; he'll wake up, and you'll both laugh and joke and then we can all get out of here and hunt down whatever did this to Dean."

Sam turned to face Bobby, and the older hunter was shocked to see the tears in Sam's eyes.

"How can you be sure, Bobby?"

There was a small silence while Bobby pondered how to answer the question.

"Because… because I have faith in Dean."

There was another pause until Sam's face broke out into a shaky smile at Bobby's words. The two were prevented from continuing their discussion by the arrival of a doctor.

"Are you Sam Winchester?" he said, consulting his clipboard.

"Yeah, that's me," Sam said, rising from his chair.

"Well, we have the results of your brothers condition."