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The Collector

Chapter eight

Dean pushed his way past the nurses and over to the window. The sharp edges of the broken windows were covered in blood, his brother's blood. They were on the third floor and he dreaded looking down as the sidewalk below but he knew he had to. He breathed a sigh of relief when he didn't find his brother's broken body lying below.

"Sammy!" He shouted out into the night as he leaned out the window. "Sammy!" He looked up and down the street but there was no sign of his brother.

He grabbed the arm of the desk duty nurse as she ran by.

"I thought I told you to keep an eye on him." He said angrily.

"I did …I mean I was…He seemed fine, he was standing there talking to me when all of a sudden this look of …of fear came into his eyes….It was as if he was seeing something horrible…. He backed up then turned around and broke the window with his arm then climbed through it.…. I couldn't stop him…." The nurse began crying.

Dean knew he should try and comfort her, it wasn't her fault, but he didn't have time, his brother was out there somewhere hurt and alone. He ran into the hallway then to the fire exit. He flew down the steps to the sidewalk outside Sam's room. Broken pieces of glass littered the area, but what concerned him was the amount of blood. If Sam didn't stop the bleeding he could easily bleed to death before he found him.

"Sammy!" He knew he couldn't have gone that far, he had only been gone a few minutes. "Sam!"

Dean looked up at the window that Sam had jumped from and could see a group of people looking down at him. He knew he had to get out of there and look for his brother before they called the police and questioned him. With the police involved it would only take a short time before they found out he was wanted by the law, and if they captured him who knew what would happen to Sam. He ran to the parking lot and jumped in his car then began cruising the streets looking for Sam.

An alley way

Sam winced in pain as he looked at his bleeding arm. He had cuts and bruises all over his body but it was his arm that had gotten the worse of it. He couldn't even remember what he was running from but he knew something was after him and he had to hide. He crawled behind an old trash container and once he was sure no one was following him checked out his arm. He could see that shards of glass were deeply imbedded in his arm right above his elbow. He picked out the larger pieces and tossed them into the trash. He then took off his belt and tightened it around his upper arm; it would have to serve as a temporary tourniquet. He sat back and shut his eyes, he wasn't sure how long he had been running but he was dead tired and knew that the blood loss didn't help. His rest was suddenly interrupted by the ringing of his phone. At first he wasn't going to answer it, but then he picked it up but said nothing.

"Sam?" The worried voice of his brother came over the phone. "Sam if you're there talk to me."

"What do you want?" Sam said softly.

"What do you mean what do I want? You just took a swan dive out a third story window incase you don't remember Sam!… Where the hell are you?"

"I…I don't know…."

"Well look for a street sign…I'll find you."

"No…."

"Sam I don't know what's going on with you but I know you're bleeding and you need help."

"I'm okay, just leave me alone."

"Leave you alone! Damn it Sammy you could bleed to death!"

"I'll be okay."

"Sammy you're hurt and you're confused…just find a street sign and…."

Tears filled Sam's eyes.

"Please…just leave me alone…."

Dean winced at the sound of Sam's voice, he sounded so lost and alone.

"I don't know what's going on with you or why you jumped out the window but you got to let me help you."

"You don't want to help me…."

"What are you talking about? Of course I want to help you."

"Why? Why should I believe you?"

"Sam you're confused, you're hurt….you're not thinking straight…"

"Why are you doing this?" Sam squeezed his eyes shut as a sharp pain shot through his head.

"Doing what?"

"Pretending to be my brother."

"What?" Dean couldn't believe what he was hearing. "It's me Sam, it's Dean. Who the hell do you think it is?" Dean could hear Sam softly crying in the background. "Sam….Sammy answer me."

"You're not Dean…."

"Damn it Sam don't you recognize my voice?"

"It's a trick, you're not my brother."

"Well then who the hell do you think I am?"

"I don't know, but you're not Dean."

"Why not?"

"Because my brother's dead." Sam managed to get out as he choked back a sob.

TBC