There! Finally here's my newest chapter. Just so you know for the next times it takes a long time between chapters - I haven't given up. I will finish this. Okay? ;D

Warning: Sexual content - nothing biggie

Thanks to my sloooow (lol just joking), but very helpful beta reader supernaturalmydreams!

R - Reliance
- Set sometime in s5 before "Abandon All Hope"

"Hey, that girl is checking you out," Dean used his eyes to point in the direction of the blond haired girl that was obviously checking his brother out. Sam, of course, didn't even bother looking up, just huffed it off.

"Oh come on, Sammy. The girl is smokin' and the only thing she's looking at is you," Dean tried to catch her attention, but without luck. He mumbled something childish under his breath and took a sip of his beer. The two brothers had come to another small town in between hunts, taking an evening off. They had enjoyed having a relaxing evening together at the bar, but after four hours, the too quiet bar had grown extremely boring.

"Hey, I need to take a leak," Sam said after finishing his beer. They agreed without words that they had taken their last beer and would leave as soon as Sam was done.

"Hi," Sam had just vanished into the men's room when a light, flirty voice spoke up behind Dean.

"Hm? Hey," Dean looked quickly uninterested over his shoulder at the owner of the voice,

"I mean, hey," Dean straightened up and his smile widened at the sight of the pretty redhead.

"I've been watching you for a little while - in a non stalkerish way of course," the pretty young woman sat down on the bench seat beside Dean, draping her arm over his shoulders.

"Oh really?" that made Dean automatically look over to where the cute blond girl had looked at Sam, but now there was nobody there.

"Mhm. You can't blame me though. You're one nice piece of ass," the girl snickered, running her fingers over his neck. Dean suddenly saw double and things became unclear for a few seconds before everything cleared again.

"You okay?" the girl asked, frowning.

"Hm? Oh, yeah. More than fine," Dean let his eyes run down the redhead's body and he could almost feel drool collect in his mouth.

"What do you say we get out of here?" she suggested, wriggling her eyebrows.

"Yeah sure. But my brother..." Dean felt a little dazed, but assumed it was just the alcohol setting in.

"Oh he'll be fine. You're telling me you've never left a bar with a girl before? Without your brother?" the girl looked almost afraid for the answer to that.

"What? No. No, you're right. The motel is just around the corner anyway," Dean watched as the gorgeous young woman stood up, collecting her long red hair over one shoulder and holding out a hand for him.

"I'm Trish by the way," she whispered in his ear.

"Dean," Dean told her back shortly, smiling like a dork. With that, the two left the bar hand in hand.

Sam had just finished washing his hands when he heard the door to the men's room open. He turned to leave, but was a bit surprised when he saw a tall blond girl standing by the door.
"Uh, this is the men's room," Sam smiled friendly,

"Unless I've gone into wrong room..." he frowned at the thought, but the girl just laughed.

"I know it's the men's room. I saw you go in here," she blushed a little, but walked closer to him. Sam came to think of the girl Dean said had been watching him.

"Uhm, okay, nice to meet you," Sam smiled awkwardly, but the pretty girl came closer and reached up to run a hand down the side of his face. Sam closed his eyes and stumbled a little where he was standing, but didn't fall.

"Are you okay?" the girl whispered, looking a little worried. Sam opened his eyes again and shook his head.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," his smile was more relaxed now and the girl leaned up to kiss him. He automatically started kissing her back while running his hands through her wavy blond hair. The girl snickered and her long fingers found their way into his hair as well, pulling him down a little more to deepen the kiss. Sam came to realize that the girl was indeed quite tall and didn't even need to stand on her tip toes to kiss him.

"That's it, Sammy Winchester. I know you want it," the girl whispered against his lips as she ran her hands up his chest. That made Sam open his eyes, but before he could ask how she knew his name, she knocked his head against the wall. Not hard enough to knock him out, just put him in a daze. She maneuvered him to the floor, his tall body sliding down the wall. Once sitting, the girl knelt between his legs, putting her hands on his slim thighs.

"What is this?" Sam slurred, his heart started beating harder as her hands got more and more reckless. She started working on his buckle and kissed him again when a sudden knock on the apparently closed bathroom door made her jump.

"Hey! We're closing up in five minutes!" Sam could recognize the bartender's voice and it suddenly brought him out of the daze.

"Damnit," the girl cursed, glaring at Sam. Then suddenly her face softened and she looked as sweet and innocent like she had earlier.

"It was nice meeting you, Sam," she leaned over to kiss him again while running a hand across his throat,

"I hoped I would get a better taste, but I guess this is it," she leaned back again, politely re-buckling his belt. She stood up and before Sam could collect his thoughts, he was alone in the room.

1 Hour Later

"Ah, ah mmm," Trish moaned as Dean kissed her neck while moving slowly over her. She smiled and ran one of her hands over his sweaty back while the other grabbed his necklace to pull him to her lips. They both jumped a little as her mobile somewhere on the floor started ringing.

"Ah crap," she cursed, looking apologetic up at the man over her before leaning over the side of the bed, stretching out for her mobile.

"Hello? Bethany? I'm a little busy here... with what? Uh? Sex with a Greek God," Trish looked over her shoulder and winked at Dean. Dean smiled back, but he was frowning so much it looked like he was in pain. Trish seemed to notice it, but the voice on the other line caught her attention back,

"Seriously?" Trish sighed loudly,

"I knew I should have done him."
Again Dean frowned and this time he sat up in bed. He looked for his clothes and realized their clothes were scattered all over the room. He got out of bed, went for his boxers first, then his socks, pants and finally his shirt.

"Where you going?" Trish had tossed her mobile back onto the floor and was sitting up in bed, blanket around her body.

"Uh, I have to go. Up early tomorrow," his eyes again ran over the woman and he almost whined out loud.

"You're not making it easy though," he admitted, completely taken by the beautiful woman.

"It's already late," she smiled, holding out her hand to him. Dean took a step towards her before the voice in the back of his head screamed at him, stopping him in his tracks.

"Damnit. I'm sorry. I really need to go. Long drive tomorrow too," Dean found his jacket and headed for the door.

"Alright. It was nice meeting you," Trish smiled mischievously.

"Right back at you," Dean winked before leaving the room, putting on his shoes quickly and was soon on his way back to the motel.

Dean whistled as he walked past the doors on the motel, their door being at the very end. He stopped whistling as soon as he opened the door to their room. The ceiling lights were on and Sam stretched out on his stomach on his bed - one leg hanging off the side - still fully clothed. Dean frowned once, but shook it off as he closed the door behind him and stripped down to his boxers and shirt.

"Sam?" Dean whispered, pushing some dark hair strands away from his brother's eyes Dean breathed out when he realized Sam was just sleeping.

"How much did you have to drink?" Dean asked, not expecting an answer since his brother was obviously in a deep sleep. He removed Sam's jacket and carefully lifted his leg back up on the mattress.

"Just a big baby," Dean snorted before heading over to his own bed.

"Night night," Dean mumbled into the pillow - falling asleep before a minute had passed.

By the time Dean woke up the next morning, the bed beside him was empty and he figured Sam had probably went out to buy some breakfast. He took a quick shower and had just gotten dressed when Sam returned with bags of food.

"Let's take that on the road," Dean grabbed one of the food bags, his bag full of clothes and headed out to the Impala. Sam shrugged and followed. He hurried over to the lobby to return the key before returning to the car.

"So," Sam said between bites,

"Where did you go last night?"
Dean's grin widened as he steered the Impala onto the road, a piece of sandwich in hand,

"Ah, sorry about that. This smokin' hot girl came over to me when you left the table and... well. I went home with her," Dean confessed, smiling around the sandwich.

"Dean..." Sam started on his usual whining tone, until he stopped up completely,

"Really?" he turned to Dean with one eyebrow higher than the other.

"What? It's not like it's the first time that happened. And that chick was hot, I'm telling you. Not even a gay guy would say no to that," Dean swallowed the piece of food in his mouth and whistled.

"You didn't..." Sam started asking, stopping himself, but Dean just looked over at him innocently.

"Didn't what?" Dean wiggled his eyebrows.

"Sleep with her?" Sam got a weird feeling growing inside him.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Just because you don't get lucky as often doesn't mean I don't," Dean teased, but then his face lit up when he remembered something,

"Oh wait, that bar chick some months ago. I wasn't lying. Good job, bro."
Sam groaned loudly and rolled his eyes,

"Dean! Shut up for a second, okay?"
Dean held his hands up in surrender for a second before placing them back on the wheel,

"What is it, Grumpy?" Dean blinked once when his vision suddenly blurred before returning to normal.

"Well, remember that girl you said was looking at me last night?" Sam looked at his brother for any recognition of what he was saying and got it. Dean's face lit up again, but he bit his bottom lip from commenting and just nodded.

"Well she came into the men's room last night and..." Sam trailed off, not really sure if he was just overreacting.

"What?" Dean laughed out loud now and slapped Sam on the thigh,

"And?" he urged on.

"And what?" Sam asked back annoyed.

"Did you sleep with her?" Dean went from snickering to confused. Not sure whether he was supposed to be proud or annoyed that his brother was making such a big deal with him sleeping with a stranger when he did the same thing.

"What? NO! Dean! We were at the bar!" Sam sighed loudly.

"So?"

"So it's a public place?"

"Prude."

"Dean!" Sam glared at Dean until his brother stopped smirking,

"She tried though. But it was weird. Once she touched me I got all... dizzy..." Sam explained.

"She was pretty hot too," Dean said nonchalantly.

"That's not what I mean. It was like she was... controlling me. Kinda," Sam admitted, blushing a bit because he knew exactly how his brother would take that.

"Hoooot," Dean laughed shortly, but his smirk vanished when he realized what his brother was telling him was kind of matching up with what happened with him and Trish. He turned to look at his brother,

"That's kinda what happened to me," Dean admitted.

"What?" Sam's voice was raspy suddenly and coughed once.

"When Trish - uhm that girl I was with, came over - once she touched me everything turned fuzzy for a second," Dean explained,

"Did you catch your girl's name?"

"She's not my girl. And no," Sam muttered.

"Someone called Trish last night while we... and she told the person on the other end of the line that she should have done 'him'," Dean blinked again, bringing his thumb and index finger up to rub his eyes.

"You think there's a connection? Maybe... maybe they dru-" Sam started coughing again.

"Sam?" Dean looked over to where his brother sat, but the blurry sight wouldn't go away now. He could just make out Sam raising his arm before he turned back to see where he was driving. Suddenly he felt another pair of hands grabbing the wheel, steering the Impala around a sharp turn. Quickly everything turned black and Dean wondered for a second if he had passed out until he realized he was still thinking and moving. The Impala's wheels squealed before a crash was heard, a window broke and the car stood still. Dean sat dead quiet for what seemed like forever before he brought his hands up to his eyes again. He winced when his fingers touched his eyes instead of the eyelids. He blinked and blinked, but nothing changed. Everything was black.

"Oh my god," fear grew in his chest as he let his hands fall on everything around him. The wheel, the car door, his legs, seat,

"I'm blind!" he cried stupidly and now searched with both his hands for Sam.

"SAM?" Dean's left hand landed on Sam's and grabbed it and pulled, but he got no response back. Dean then remembered the sound of breaking glass and started pulling himself across the bench seat to where Sam was sitting.

"Sam?" Dean could feel Sam's hand move and all, but why the hell wasn't he getting any response? He placed his right hand down, a bit nervous seeing as he didn't know where it would land. He frowned when it landed on Sam, but he wasn't sure where and he really didn't want to feel up his brother.

"Okay, dude. Please say something," Dean breathed out in relief when Sam shifted and he realized his hand was just resting on Sam's thigh. He jumped a little when he felt a hand on his shoulder and realized it was Sam's other hand.

"Dude, I'm holding your hand here. How chick flicky are you trying to get it," that served him a slap over his head.

"Ouch! What's wrong with you?" Dean lifted his own arm to rub his head, but Sam's hand grabbed it and brought it to himself. He started clumsily pressing Dean's hand against his throat which only caused Dean to shut up completely, trying to figure what the hell was going on. It hit him like lightening from a blue sky,

"You can't talk!" he realized and he felt Sam nod against his hand. Dean brought his hand to rest on the side of Sam's neck, making it easier for him to know when Sam was answering him with a nod or a head shake.

"Can you see?" he wondered and Sam nodded,

"Thank god. What happened?" he felt Sam's head tilt a bit before stopping, knowing his brother was probably glaring at him,

"Oh right. Just 'yes' or 'no' questions. Are you hurt?" Dean wondered, frowning a bit. It took a few seconds before Sam shook his head and Dean wasn't sure if he should believe that. He knew Sam well enough that he would lie to keep his big brother from worrying. Dean leaned over Sam, reaching with a hand to where the window should be.

"Damnit, you crashed my car! Is that a branch sticking through the window?" Dean looked in the direction he assumed Sam's face was. He felt a little nod before Sam pushed at him. A door creaked open and Sam moved out - avoiding the branch.

"Sam?" Dean felt frustration build up in him at his utter uselessness. They had obviously crashed, but he had no idea how bad because he couldn't see a freaking thing and Sam couldn't talk! Then he heard a thump on the side of the car, then another further back. Sam kept knocking on different parts of the car until he was on the other side. Dean knew Sam was just letting him know where he was.

"Hey, you're not driving!" Dean heard his door open and then Sam pushing him over to the passenger's seat. As soon as Sam was behind the wheel, Dean reached out to put his hand on his brother's neck again.

"Is the car drivable?" he asked and Sam nodded.

"You don't see double?" Sam shook his head now. Dean removed his hand now, but regretting it. Not seeing anything now made Sam his only root to where the hell he was. His guide dog.

"Hah, Sammy. You're my guide dog," Dean snorted and he could almost feel Sam's glare on him,

"You know, it's funny since you're a puppy," that earned him another slap over the head. Then he felt Sam grab his hand and put something in it.

"What?" he jumped a bit when another voice appeared in the car.

"Bobby?" he turned his head as to look behind him, but Sam turned his head back and brought his hand up to his ear.

"DEAN?" a gruff voice called out and Dean realized it was coming from the phone.

"Bobby? Hey!" he wasn't really sure what the hell to say.

"What have you boys gotten yourselves into now?" Bobby sighed on the other line of the phone.

"What makes you think something's wrong?" Dean faked innocence although he knew Bobby could see right through him - even on phone.

"Fine. We met some chicks the other night - oh man was she fine."

Dean shook his head to focus again.

"Anyway I think they might have... uhm... how can I say this? Cursed us or something."

"And what makes you think that?" Bobby asked, almost afraid of the answer.

"Well, I can't see anything and Sam can't talk. Oh and we crashed the car, but apparently it's still drivable," Dean explained. Bobby was quiet on the other line for so long Dean started to fear what the older hunter was going to say.

"I swear the two of you are going to be the death of me," Bobby muttered,

"Where the hell are you?"

"Uhm, I think about two hours from your place. At least that's what it would take to drive from the motel we were staying at and we hadn't driven for more than ten minutes when we crashed," Dean explained.

"Alright. Can you get here safely? Sam can still see right?" Bobby wondered.

"Yeah, he's a little banged up... I think, but he seems intent on driving," he said,

"Can you try to look up anything about what might have happened and how the hell to fix this?"

"Yeah. Just get your asses over here safely," and with that Bobby hung up and Sam started up the car. All Dean could do was to trust Sam would keep them on the road and remember the way to Bobby's.

Sam was freaking out and it didn't make it any better that he couldn't voice his distress. He knew Dean probably didn't believe him when he said he wasn't hurt. It seemed like he had lost his voice at the same time as Dean lost his sight since the Impala had started to fishtail over the road, giving Sam no other choice but to grab the wheel and stop them from crashing front first into a tree. Sam had breathed out in relief a second too soon because the sudden turn had only made them crash sideways into another tree, branch breaking through the window - just avoiding Sam's head. Sam felt good enough to drive though, and the car had only suffered a bashed window and big dent in the car door - nothing that couldn't be fixed. Of course, Dean still was going to freak.

"So... this is awkward," Dean said and Sam turned to look at his brother. He looked bored. And a little stupid looking right into the dashboard.

"How much farther do we have to go? I want to find out what the hell is going on," Dean turned his head in the direction of Sam, and his blind eyes actually met Sam's for a second. Of course unseeing, but Sam couldn't help getting amused that Dean knew so correctly where Sam's eyes would be.

"Hey, we need to find a way to communicate with you mute and me blind. Two knocks or nudges means 'yes' and one nudge is 'no' okay? So I don't need to freakin' touch you all the time," Dean smiled and Sam laughed though it just came out like a rush of air, liking the idea.

"Okay, good. I hope we're at Bobby's soon," Dean repeated and soon after he felt five fingers poking his shoulder.

"What?" Dean frowned. Again Sam placed his hand on Dean's shoulder with the tips of his fingers into his brother's jacket.

"Five minutes?" Dean suggested and this time Sam knocked his hand two times on the shoulder,

"Hah! Brilliant," Dean smiled despite the situation. At least the two of them still managed to communicate a little.
And so, five minutes later the black Impala came to a halt outside Bobby's house in the large Salvage yard.

"We're there?" Dean wondered, patting his way to the door handle. Sam just nodded since Dean already was on his way out the car.

"So how was it again? You're blind and Dean's mute?" Bobby had his hands in his pants pockets, looking ever so humored.

"Try the other way around, grandpa," Dean said and Sam just nodded, going over to Dean to help him walk without falling.

"Watch it, idjit," Bobby came closer and clapped Dean on the shoulder,

"I was hoping Sam was the one talking," he joked and Sam grinned at that. Sam nudged Dean in the side while they headed into the house.

"Oh yeah. Have you found anything?" Dean asked, holding so tight onto Sam's upper arm with both hands, afraid of crashing to the floor with his dignity. Bobby sighed loudly as he headed into his living room, right over to one of the many dusty shelves filled with books. One book was already lying open on top of it.

"Yep sure did," he said, not waiting for the brothers to join him, but smirking at the comical sight of the two clumsily trying to get their jackets off. Soon enough Sam came into the room with Dean still clutching his arm,

"I'd need more information to be sure," Bobby looked over to Dean just as Sam sat him down in a chair.

"Uh. Well, we were at the bar last night and these two chicks came over. They were smokin'!" Dean said with a prideful smile and meant to wink at Bobby, but ended up winking to the wall instead.

"And...?" Bobby asked impatiently,

"What happened? Did she touch you?"

"She sure did," Dean snorted before trying wipe the smile off his face. Bobby just groaned and started looking through the book again.

"Did you experience anything strange while you were with her?" Bobby asked. He stopped looking through the book and turned to Sam. Sam nodded and tapped his temple.

"Uh yeah, she touched my neck and everything got blurry for a moment, but I thought it was just the alcohol. Then it was like I couldn't fully control myself," Dean explained and Sam nodded, confirming the story.

"I thought you were better than this, idjits. I thought maybe you were dealing with a siren or something, but now I'm thinking witches," Bobby explained, looking from one brother to the other,

"There are different kinds of witches of course, so it's impossible for me to tell you these ones' agenda, but I assume they cursed you through..." Bobby bit his bottom lip, the silence in the room awkward,

"Sex?" Bobby loved the boys, but there were things that really weren't on his list of top topics to talk about with them. Bobby then noticed Sam frown and then shake his head.

"Sam didn't sleep with anyone," Dean sounded rather bashful now, playing with his fingers in his lap.

"So. You did," Bobby looked at Dean,

"But you didn't?" and then at Sam, who nodded rather proud of himself,

"That doesn't add up."

"Well unless Sam's too prideful to admit what really happened," Dean smirked, receiving a punch on his shoulder.

"Okay, that's enough. I swear you two are like kids in your minds," Bobby ran a hand over his face,

"Maybe it's just through touch then or a kiss. Did she kiss you?" he asked Sam and it was Sam's turn to look a little bashful. Bobby didn't say anything more to that and continued to look through his book.

"So... What happens now?" Dean asked, rubbing the back of his head, again feeling useless.

"Well I guess I'll try to figure out a plan, try to call up some friendly hunters and I'll get back to you okay? Meanwhile you idjits stay in the house," Bobby explained and Sam went over to Dean to help him out of the room. Dean started running his hand up Sam's arm, creeping the younger man out. Finally Dean reached Sam's head and tried to look for any bleeding wounds. Sam batted at Dean's hand without luck. Bobby understood that the youngest Winchester wanted him to tell Dean to back off and that he was unharmed, but for some reason didn't feel like doing it and would much rather let the boys figure it out on their own.

When Bobby went to look for the two Winchesters that same evening, the boys were trying to communicate and watch T.V. Sam didn't seem to notice him so Bobby just stood in the door watching the two.

"What happens now then?" Dean tapped Sam on the arm and received a nudge back,

"There's no way 'no' can be an answer to that, Sammy. I thought I taught you better than that," Dean snorted when he felt Sam's bitch face on him again. It wasn't before then that Sam noticed Bobby in the doorway and tapped Dean once on the shoulder before turning his big brother's head towards the door.

"Bobby?" Dean asked out to the room. Bobby wasn't surprised to see that the boys seemed to be able to communicate in some way with each other despite not seeing or hearing one another.

"Yep," Bobby announced his presence,

"I swear I haven't seen you two all that touchy feely since last week," Bobby joked.

"Ha-ha, It's not like we have any other choice. I kind of like to know where I have my Sasquatch brother so I don't risk setting him loose on innocent people," Dean said mock-seriously and Sam just shook his head and palmed his face,

"You have some news or did you just come to mock us?" Dean wondered, smiling tiredly.

"I do. I've managed to get a hold of Ellen, Jo and Rufus. Rufus will be here sometime during the night, but Ellen and Jo have some way to travel so they wont be here until late morning," Bobby explained,

"I assume you two want your speech and sight back as soon as possible so we'll go as soon as the girls get here."

"Cool. Do we know how to kill them?" Dean asked.

"Well there's different ways for every witch, but the most common way is to torch them," Bobby pointed over his shoulder at some bottles of Molotov stashed on a shelf.

"Do you have anything we can burn them with?" Dean asked and Sam grinned amused.

"If you could see, you would see a whole bunch of Molotov's ready for action," Bobby revealed and Dean just nodded, biting his bottom lip.

"Why is it always the hot ones that are crazy?" Dean sighed dramatically. Neither Bobby or certainly not Sam had any answer to that.

"So anyway stay in the house until we're back okay?" Bobby turned to leave when Dean's yelp stopped him.

"Hey, hey, hey, what? We're coming along!" Dean said seriously and Sam nodded in agreement,

"We're the only ones who knows what they look like too. Besides, we're a team, we can do it," Dean held up his hand to high five Sam. Sam just eyed the hand for a moment before shrugging and clasping it.

"Idjits," was all Bobby had to say to that before leaving the room.

Dean wasn't really sure when he woke, all he knew was that it was his little brother's hand on his shoulder. He would never admit it to a single living soul but the constant blackness was starting to terrify him. The only reason he hadn't freaked out was because of Sam. First of all his brother had lost his ability to talk and although Dean would have traded blindness for being mute any day, he doubted it was a joy for Sam either.

"Sam?" Dean sat up, rubbing his unseeing eyes. He felt two light knocks on his shoulder and snorted,

"Time for some hot bitches to get extra hot huh?" Dean did enjoy killing evil bitches, but it did really suck to kill off that hot chick.
Dean had left his pants on when going to bed, sparing both him and his brother an embarrassing scene. The boys made their way down the stairs, Sam being patient while Dean clutched his arm on the way down.

"You boys take longer than my grandmother," Dean recognized Rufus' voice the second he opened his mouth.

"Yeah, so?" Dean said. Rufus snickered before he impatiently returned to the kitchen.

"Did I ever tell you that the first time I met Rufus - every time I asked him something he just said "Yeah, so?" so many times I almost believed I was talking to a tape recorder," Dean told Sam as the two of them continued out of the house to sit there and wait for the girls. Sam shook a little and Dean realized his brother was laughing a little.
They didn't need to wait long for the girls. Just as they sat down an old truck came into the salvage yard to join the Impala, as well as Rufus' and Bobby's cars.

"Is that Ellen and Jo?" Dean asked his brother and Sam nudged him twice on the shoulder.

"Hey Ellen! Jo! Looking mighty fine today!" Dean grinned wickedly, but got no response. The two sat there awkwardly before Dean spoke again,

"They haven't gotten out of the car yet have they?" he leaned closer to Sam and whispered. He felt Sam's too long hair brush by his forehead once and assumed his was shaking his head.

"Hey boys, let's go. The girls want to leave at once. Rufus you drive with me?" Bobby came out of the house with Rufus in tow.

"I packed your car for you," Bobby explained to the boys as they headed to the cars.

"Thanks Bobby," Dean nodded in the direction he heard Bobby while Sam checked the trunk. Satisfied with what Bobby had put in there, he closed it and led Dean to the passenger seat, ignoring his brother's bitching about the broken window. He jumped a little when Jo suddenly stood there.

"Hey, Sam," she smiled sweetly, but looking a little ashamed too,

"Heard what those witches did."
Sam smiled friendly back, scratching the back of his neck and nodding.

"Anyway I didn't get the chance to apologize for what happened back when War was in town..." Jo said and Sam was already shaking his head,

"I honestly thought you were possessed. Rufus did too."
Sam smiled and nodded his head, clapping Jo on the shoulder. Assured that everything was fine between them, Jo returned to her mother and Sam got into the Impala.

They had about five minutes left of the drive when one car after the other suddenly died. The Impala was in the front and first to stop, then Ellen's car and finally Bobby's car. They steered the cars onto the side of the road beside a huge field.

"Why are we stopping?" Dean asked, sitting up in the seat knowing they had been driving too fast to suddenly stop like this. Dean then remembered Sam's inability to speak and opened the car door.

"What the hell man?" Rufus voice was clear and loud as always. Everyone except Dean looked around themselves, but nothing except the road, a forest on one side of the road and the field on the other side was in clear view. Sam could spot the outlines of the town they were heading to on the other side of the field. He squinted when he saw two people out in the field and patted Dean on the shoulder and pointed for the others to see.

"Is it them?" Bobby asked, squinting at two girls, one blond and one red head. Sam nodded.

"What? Where are they?" Dean heard the trunk of the Impala open and felt his way along his car to join Sam.

"Hey, maybe you shouldn't carry a weapon, Dean?" Jo teased and took a Molotov bottle from Dean,

"Don't want to risk torching one of us right?"
Sam seemed to agree and pulled Dean away when he tried to sneak a Molotov bottle into his jacket. Bobby, Rufus and Ellen were already out in the field - trying to sneak up on the witches without much luck. Once they were close enough to throw bottles at them the girls would vanish. By the time Sam and Dean had gotten far enough into the field, there were patches of grass on fire as the result of missed Molotov's. Sam could see Jo and Bobby together closer to the cars while Ellen was quite far away and Rufus was running screaming across the field with a Molotov in hand.

"Can you see them?" Dean asked with a hand on Sam's neck so they didn't loose focus on nudging each other. Sam shook his head and turned around again for the tenth time. Suddenly, his head snapped back by a force hitting him. He grunted and was pulled away from Dean.

"SAM!" Dean suddenly felt more helpless than ever without his brother. He could hear Sam grunt in pain again and then a female voice.

"Sure took you a while," Trish teased from where she was standing. She watched with a satisfied smile as a man under her control punched Sam in the face, quickly followed by more hard punches. Blood was pouring from the side of Sam's face, nose and split lip by the time the youngest Winchester collapsed in the field.

"BOBBY!" Dean yelled when he got no answer from Sam. He heard shouting from all directions now, then a shot and the guy that had attacked Sam fell to the ground too.
Trish dashed forward and grabbed Dean, pulling him down in the high grass.

"Hey, there," she whispered in his ear and he elbowed her in the face, catching her by surprise. She gasped in pain and Dean threw himself blindly at her, pressing her into the ground with his own body.

"Oh this is just like when we first met huh?" she laughed at him. She turned her head trying to look for Bethany, but her blond friend was out of sight. They had agreed to split, Trish going after the Winchesters while Bethany took care of the girls.

"What did you do to my brother?" he had his hands around her throat, eyes unseeing, but not any less of a threat than a seeing hunter.

"Why don't you look for yourself... oh wait, you can't," she wheezed around a smile and brought her leg up and kicked him in the manly jewels. The pain overtook him and she easily pushed him off and got up. She wiped at her split lip and spit into the grass. She was about to do some real damage on the Winchester when she heard a shout behind her. She spun around and met eyes with Rufus.

"I knew rats were hard to catch, but you..." he growled and tossed his last bottle of Molotov at Trish. It hit her on the knee, but her clothes easily caught fire and she screamed out in pain.

Jo looked up when a high pitched scream pierced the field. She stared wide eyed as one of the witches caught fire. Blood was running from Jo's left temple, decorating her long blond hair with red, but it was just a superficial wound. It hurt like shit, but she was still standing.

"Didn't your mommy ever teach you not to turn your back in a fight?" Bethany wheezed in anger and charged at Jo, but before she could get to her, she felt a knife pierce through her chest from the back. She gasped in pain, but it became quickly obvious that a knife would not kill her.

"I could ask you the same thing," Ellen growled into the blonds ear,

"Why don't you smile and say bye bye?" the older woman hissed and drew out her knife again. She nodded at Jo and the young hunter threw her Molotov bottle at Bethany and hit her in the shoulder with it. Ellen smiled proudly at her daughter before they both ran towards Rufus. They halted in their run when they ran past the dead guy Bobby had shot from afar and then saw Sam lifeless in the high grass.

"Sam!" Jo knelt beside her friend and fellow hunter and checked for a pulse. Satisfied that Sam was alive, Ellen patted his slack face.

Dean grimaced in so much pain that it took him a second longer to realize his eyesight was slowly coming back. He backed off in surprise when he saw Trish collapse in flames into the grass.
"I can see again!" he grabbed at his face happily, the pain in his groin quickly forgotten.

"You did it!" Dean saw Rufus first. By the proud look on the old hunter's face there was no doubt it was he who had torched Trish. Dean stood up and saw Bobby drop down in the grass where Jo and Ellen were.

"Oh, shit!" Dean suddenly remembered the painful grunts coming from Sam and the horrible sound of what had to be his brother getting punched. Dean ran clumsily through the high grass and Ellen moved away automatically when he arrived.

"Sam?" Dean could have cried out at the sight of his brother. Once finally able to see his brother again, he really wished it wouldn't be of him unconscious and bloody in some no-name field.

"He's alive and breathing. The man over there got in some really harsh punches though," Jo explained, wincing when her mother started fussing over her own head wound.

"Ah geez, it's always Sam!" Dean cursed and brought his little brother up in his arms. Sam's head rested against the crook of Dean's elbow, arm hanging limply to his side though one hand still had a slack hold of a Molotov bottle. Dean tried to carefully dry away the blood running from Sam's nose which resulted in the little brother frowning.

"Sam?" Dean held the side of his brother's face, not caring that his hand touched blood. Sam's eyes rolled unfocused over his brother's face and chest, trying to find something to focus on without much luck.

"Hey, I can get the truck over here. It'll be able to get through this grass I'm sure," Ellen explained and stood up. Jo wanted to stay with Sam and Dean, so Rufus went along with Ellen.

"No, Sam. Come on, stay awake. You're too heavy to carry," Dean tried to tease, but to no use. Sam's eyes rolled back into his head and the long body became limp again.

"Damnit," Dean cursed, looking up at Jo and hitched Sam higher up against his shoulder.

"You okay?" he asked Jo.

"Oh yeah. This? It's just a scratch," she reassured,

"That other witch bitch could hit. I got the final laugh though," she smiled proudly and pointed in the direction of where a small fire was still burning on the field.

"Good. Hopefully that means Sam's fine again too," Dean placed a hand on the back of Sam's neck to keep his brother to his shoulder, then smiled to Jo,

"You kick more ass than many guy hunters I've met," he snickered at her.

"Thanks, though I would have believed it more if I'd managed to dodge that bitch," Jo rolled her eyes, carefully tapping the side of her head.

"Just because you get hurt once in a while doesn't make you less of a hunter. Look at Sam, he's like the next best hunter in the world, but he gets hurt like 95% of the time," Dean smiled weakly and sighed, dipping his head down a bit to try and catch a glimpse of Sam's face. The blood had stopped running, but Sam's mouth was slack and open, evidence that he was still unconscious. It was always unnerving dealing with a limp Sam. Dean would never admit it, but he'd rather have smartass Sam than an unresponsive one.

"Guess there's a real good reason for the protectiveness huh?" Jo smiled sympathetic, stroking Sam's hand.

"Oh yeah. It's a full time job," Dean rolled his eyes.

"After I started hunting with my mom, she's been all over me for the smallest things," Jo laughed, looking over her shoulder to see how far her mom and Rufus had gotten. Their truck was just rolling into the field when she turned to watch.

"Here they come," Jo nodded sideways at the car. Dean nodded and Bobby helped him lift Sam into the backseat of the truck when it stopped beside them.

"You okay?" Bobby asked once Dean was seated with Sam lying across the seat, resting against his brother again. Bobby leaned on the roof of the car and peeked in at them,

"I'll take the Impala back with us. Rufus takes mine. No worries," Bobby winked to Dean. Jo got into the passenger seat beside her mother.

"Seriously, mom. I'm fine," Jo groaned in annoyance when Ellen finally stepped back, done cleaning up her daughter. They had returned back to Bobby's place and Rufus had already left. Jo was sitting in one of the sofa chairs while Sam was slumped on the sofa, long legs stretched over the floor under the table and head resting against the back of the sofa.

"Oh stop whining. Be glad you're not in Sam's position," Ellen winked at Dean who was still cleaning up Sam's bloody face.

"Hey, what's that supposed to mean?" Dean whined, looking over his shoulder to Jo who was shrugging now.

"Yeah I guess," Jo snickered and eyed Sam sympathetically.

"Don't worry, sweetie. It's just that you're even more of a mother hen than me," Ellen and Jo laughed now. Still laughing the girls left the room to get some food. Dean grumbled and Sam just weakly slapped his brother on the leg,

"Ignore em," Sam mumbled, keeping his eyes closed. For a rare change Sam didn't mind Dean fussing over him, probably because he was still so out of it, but also because despite being a bad ass hunter, his big brother was always good when it came to taking care of him.

"Hold still now. Got to stitch the cut on your head," Dean warned Sam before starting on the stitching part. Sam always hated getting stitches. Sure, it wasn't really on top of his list to get knocked out, punched, or to dislocate bones, but stitching had always been the one thing he hated the most.

"I can still taste the blood in my mouth," Sam mumbled, wincing when Dean made another stitch.

"I guess that's what you get when a man uses your head as a boxing bag," Dean said sympathetically,

"Hey, I never got to thank you. Well you've been out for a while too, but... thanks," Dean smiled honestly down at his brother as he finished the last stitch.

"For what?" Sam finally opened his eyes to look up at his brother, carefully probing the side of his face with a finger. His split lip was red, but stopped bleeding a long time ago - same with his nose. There were still smudges of blood on his face, but he looked a lot better than he had on the field.

"For being my faithful guide dog," Dean snickered when Sam glared at him this time, glad he could see it now because it was always fun teasing his brother.

"You're welcome. But I'm probably going to have bruises on my arm for the rest of the month," Sam teased back, sinking further into the sofa.

"Hey, maybe you should get to bed?" Dean suggested when Sam tipped sideways so he could lie on the sofa.

"Neh," Sam muttered.

"Neh?" Dean rolled his eyes as Sam lifted his legs onto the sofa and across Dean's lap.

"Mhm. Neh," Sam finally settled and Dean shrugged, sinking into the sofa too and put his legs onto the chair Jo had occupied earlier.

"Dean?" Sam asked sleepily.

"Yeah?" Dean asked back.

"Did you extinguish the fires in the field?" Sam wondered. There was a long break before Dean groaned loudly,

"Oh shit."

Okay so that was it for today. You had to wait a while, but at least it was kinda long right? hehe.

Just one thing, I've tried posting the fic in a different way so it'll be easier to read. Do you like it this way better? I've never been too fond of writing/posting it that way, but if you guys prefer that, let me know! =)