Sorry sorry sorry for the delay, but here's a new chapter! Maaaaybe a little far fetched, but then again this is a SPN fanfic lol.

Thanks to lovely Ravanne for beta checking!

X - X-acto cut
- Alt. version of the ending of "The Dark Side of the Moon"

Dean gasped awake staring into something white. He lay quietly for a few seconds to calm his breathing before he held it instinctively when he heard a door somewhere open. He frowned when he realized the white he was seeing was a sheet or something draped over him and he was lying on something hard. He started when he heard another gasp, followed by a scream and a thump. He sat up quickly, pulling off the sheet to see what the hell was going on. He looked around him to see where he was and his stomach clenched when he recognized what kind of place it was. A morgue. He quickly found the source of the scream. A female coroner was lying on the floor, unconscious. He looked up to see his brother on another table, his hand held to his chest and tears running down his cheeks.

"Sam!" Dean jumped off the table, quickly realizing he was buck naked and grabbed the sheet around his waist. Sam was shivering and gasping, blood coming from under the hand pressed tightly to his chest.

"What the hell?" Dean carefully removed Sam's hand and had to look away for a few seconds when he realized the coroner had started cutting Sam's chest with scalpel lying on the floor beside the woman. The bullet wounds that had killed him were gone, but the cut on Sam's chest now wasn't much better looking at. Dean also noticed a smear of dried blood on Sam's throat and frowned. He put a hand to his own throat and rubbed a little and his finger came back with dried blood too.

"Is it deep?" Dean grabbed a nearby towel and pressed it to his brother's chest.

"Yeah. Not... not fatal... I hope," Sam winced as Dean tried to help him sit up. Aside from the cut, Sam didn't have any other injuries to explain bloody marks on his throat. Dean guessed that the fingerprints on their throats might have been from Roy and Walt checking for their pulses before leaving the motel.

"Better not be. Try explaining why you're dead again to Joshua just moments after already sending us down," Dean tried to joke, but it failed miserably. Sam looked like he was on the verge of a complete breakdown. "Just sit tight."

Dean hurried over to a table where he found their personal effects. Sam would feel better and less vulnerable with something to wear. Their shirts had been cut up and useless, but at least their pants were salvageable. He put on his own before hurrying to Sam, helping his brother to dress. Sam looked like hell. He probably felt like hell too, but he managed to stand without assistance long enough for Dean to buckle his belt,

"We need shirts!" Dean didn't realize he was panicking before Sam grabbed his arm with one hand.

"Dude, if we're gonna g...get out of h-here unnoticed, y-need to foc's." Sam grimaced again when a small movement hurt his chest. Dean nodded, forcing himself to remain calm and took a deep breath before going on search for something for them to wear. He found a coat closet where someone had stashed a plain white shirt that he quickly pulled on. There was a jacket that should fit Sam and helped his brother into it without easing the pressure on the chest wound. Once Sam had the jacket on he left it unzipped so he could keep the towel on the cut as they made their escape.

"We can get out through those windows," Dean said and went over to some windows near the ceiling. He opened it and noticed the grass right outside the window which meant they were at basement level of some building.

"Someone's coming," Sam groaned as he pushed away from the table and hurried as fast as he could to Dean. Sure enough, they could hear footsteps coming down the hallway outside the morgue and there was sounds of other doors opening and closing. Dean grabbed a chair to climb up and wriggled through the narrow window. Once out on the grass he took in their surroundings. He sighed in relief when he saw an empty parking lot and a forest just beyond that. If they were lucky they would be able to escape unnoticed. Or, until the coroner woke up again.

"Grab my hand. Be careful," Dean whispered to Sam as his brother tried to get out with using one arm, stretching his chest as little as possible and being as quiet as possible. Sam had just gotten his legs out too when the door to the morgue opened and they heard distressed voices. They carefully closed the window after them and ran across the parking lot and into the forest.

"Poor woman. She just experienced the most unlikely, yet most feared thing that could happen in a morgue," Sam muttered tiredly. He could only assume how terrified she had to feel right before she passed out, the "corpse" that she was supposed to be dissecting suddenly opening his eyes. He was terrified too. Waking up with bright lights blinding him, a woman cutting his chest was not something he was going to shake off too quickly.

"Mhm," Dean said, not really caring. Now that they were away from the morgue, his initial panic had receded enough for his other worries to made a reappearance. He tried to forget about everything that happened in Heaven, but it kept nagging him no matter what he did.

"Dean. Please," Sam complained from somewhere behind him and Dean turned around. The towel Sam held to his chest was soaked red by now and his skin was pale. Dean waited for him to come closer before grabbing Sam's free arm and pulled it over his shoulders, none too gently.

"Please don't let what you saw in Heaven screw everything up," Sam begged and Dean did the mistake to look up at him, meeting the puppy eyes he had grown up with.

"Sam," Dean started, not wanting to talk about it. Now wasn't the time, not when he was hurting so badly at seeing how easily Sam had been able to walk away from him, each and every time. That his brother was happier without him in his life.

"I mean it, Dean. I couldn't control what memories we saw. I don't know how to convince you, but I've got so many amazing memories with you too. I just don't know why you didn't see them. I promise," Sam begged and Dean sighed loudly.

"Sam, just leave it alone," he growled. Dean was annoyed with how Sam just couldn't take a hint, but had to silently admit that it felt good that Sam tried to reassure him. He just wished he could believe Sam, but he'd seen the evidence with his own eyes.

"It's just… those days that were Heaven for you, Sam… they were hell for me," Dean admitted sadly, hoisting Sam's arm better over his shoulders as they came to a downhill slope. It wasn't going to be easy getting Sam down it without hurting him further.

"I know, Dean. I'm sorry," Sam mumbled tiredly. He looked down at his brother, seeing the hurt gaze in Dean's eyes.

"Those memories didn't show you everything, Dean. The only reason leaving for Stanford is a good memory for me is because I finally got to do what I wanted. I never knew how much it hurt you," Sam explained.

Dean was having a hard time maintaining his anger with Sam at the moment. Sam's rambling excuses were grating on his nerves, but he knew that his brother was probably telling the truth. Even so, it didn't lessen the pain that had settled deep in Dean's chest.

"Okay, Sam. But I mean it. Shut up. Focus on staying awake because I'm sure as hell not going to be able to drag you around in this forest," Dean snapped and Sam finally decided to do as he was told. They walked for another ten minutes in silence before they reached a path close to the road. Dean suddenly recognized where they were. They had driven by on that same road when coming to the town which meant they had to be close to the hotel.

"Oh sweetheart. Good to see you," Dean groaned tiredly as he and Sam finally arrived to the parking lot. Dean leaned over the roof of the Impala, hugging it with his arms stretched out. Sam snorted, but too tired to do anything else then to lean against the side of the car, trying to hold himself up.

"Okay, so our room is a crime scene now," Dean said when he noted the yellow police banner crossing over the door. He looked around to make sure nobody saw them, thankful that the motel's reception was around the corner and out of direct sight.

"Just wait here. I need to get the car keys and our stuff. If they're still there," Dean explained to Sam, making sure his brother would be able to stay on his feet for just a few more minutes.

"Hurry," Sam urged and Dean jogged over to their room, picked the lock and ducked under the police banners.

He grimaced at the sight that met him. Their room was truly a crime scene, with blood on both beds, even splattered on the walls. There were some smudges and footprints on the floor that the crime scene investigators had marked a circle around. The gun Roy and Walt had managed to snatch from under Dean's pillow was gone, most likely taken as evidence and Dean was thankful they had left the rest of their weapons safely in the car.

Dean was grateful to see that the police had done a pretty shoddy investigation and had left behind most of their things rather than bagging everything for evidence. He found his and Sam's jacket by the door and grabbed them before he knelt down by one of the beds and was relieved when he found his bag of clothes. Sam had left his bag in the car the night they were attacked, having been too tired at the day of arrival to bring it in. Once Dean was sure he had retrieved whatever of their possessions that were left behind by the police, he hurried out to the car and fished out the keys from his jacket pocket.

"Looking a little pale there, Sammy. Just hold on a little more. You're doing good," Dean reassured him and put their stuff on the ground. Sam nodded weakly and Dean quickly checked his pulse and clammy forehead before opening the passenger door and helping Sam in.

Once Sam was in he made sure nobody was watching before stuffing their things into the trunk and getting in behind the wheel. The sooner they were away from this place, the better he would feel.

"Sam?" Dean's voice penetrated the fuzzy world he was in and it took him a little while before he realized the car had been parked and it was just his head that was spinning.

"Sam? You awake?" The voice was clearer now and Sam turned towards it and opened an eye.

"Where are we?" Sam frowned at the pain in his chest as he moved.

"Stay still. We're just pulled over right now. I need to check out your chest," Dean whispered and carefully removed Sam's hand and the towel.

"Sure about that?" Sam snickered stupidly and Dean just sighed.

"Shut up, Sam. I need to check the wound, you idiot." He winced when he finally got a good look at the cut. Sure, he had seen worse wounds on his brother, but it was how Sam came by that wound that sent chills down Dean's spine. It was still seeping a little blood, but it wasn't as bad as it had been. Most of the bleeding seemed to have stopped.

"Think I need to stitch you up a little. I'll be right back." Dean stepped out of the car and ran to the trunk, got their first aid knit and a blanket before returning to Sam.

" We're not far away enough to stop yet, but I want to stitch up the wound now. I'm going to lay the seat down so don't freak," Dean warned as he held one hand to Sam's shoulder while he reached over to the handle that reclined the whole front seat back. Sam made an annoyed grunt as he suddenly laid back with the seat. Dean turned on the interior lights before getting to work. He found some painkillers for Sam and a bottle of water lying in the backseat. It wasn't cold, but Sam drank thirstily when Dean fed him the pills.

The meds weren't enough to knock Sam out completely, but he was so tired from their escape and blood loss that he drifted into semi consciousness Once Sam had seemingly dropped off into dream world, Dean started the first stitches, cleaning up some blood as he went. He wrinkled his nose in disgust, never enjoying having to pierce his brother's skin with needles. He always hated to see Sam hurt. Once finished, Dean cleaned up Sam's chest and raised the seat again, wanting Sam to be comfortable. He covered up Sam with their emergency blanket and checked his temperature before getting back behind the wheel. He wanted to get a few more miles between them and the place they were murdered before he could start to relax.

It was barely ten minutes into the drive that they drove past another motel, but what caught his attention was a car in the parking lot he recognized. He made a U-turn and parked beside the other car. Checking that Sam was still dozing, he got out and double checked the plate. He hadn't been mistaken.

"Roy and Walt… You boys should have gone further," Dean muttered, biting his bottom lip. He looked around the dark parking lot before grabbing up a knife from the trunk of the Impala. Leaning down and grinning wickedly, he stabbed two of the wheels on the hunters' car. He tossed the knife back into the trunk before pulling out his phone and called the police.

"Hey, I heard the police are looking for suspects in a murder case at one of the motels in your town?" Dean told the operator as he climbled back into the car. Once he was gave the police the address of the motel where they could find Roy and Walt, he drove away just far enough that they wouldn't be immediately spotted, but there he'd be able to see the action. Dean wanted to make the two hunters pay dearly for what they'd done to him and Sam, but this was the best he could do now. He didn't have time to chase backstabbing hunters now. The police would find enough evidence on the two of them to link them to the murders they'd committed, like the shoeprints at the motel and...

Dean tilted his head a little at a new thought. If he guessed right, that the blood on their throats was left by the other hunters checking for their pulses before leaving, the police should find evidence on Roy and Walt when they got picked up. Even if there wasn't enough evidence to convince the hunters, it should be enough to keep the two hunters off the road and away from them for a while.

"Payback is sweet," Dean said to Sam although his brother was still sleeping. When he heard the approaching police he started he Impala and left the place before they got there.