Sam could feel dampness under the small of his back as he started to open his eyes. The sounds of the occasional passing car started to filter through his ears as he sat up. Once his eyes fluttered open he took in the site of the barn. He remembered the barn from a few days ago before he woke up with his concussion in the future. He slowly got to his feet minding the wound on his arm with only one thought on his mind: "Need to talk to Dean".
Once he was on his feet he immediately started to walk. Stepping on the bloody coin and crushing it into the ground, he left his grudge filled feelings with that coin. He walked all the way back to the motel in the rain trying to think of what to say to his brother.
When he finally got to the door, he just stood there with his hand hovering beside the door, not able to bring himself to complete the knock he intended to be hearty and steardy. The water dripped down his face as Dean's words echoed in his head "You mean more to me then you know".
He finally swallowed all his fear and completed his knock on the door. Knock, Knock, Knock. The door swung open to reveal a panic filled Dean. He quickly embraced Sam before he disappeared on him again. Sam felt a feeling of relief and happiness before the feeling of pain erupted from his cheek as he stumbled backwards. Dean had gone from hugging and embracing him to punching him and pushing him farther away.
"What the hell Sam?!" Dean had a look of betrayal on his face as Sam rubbed his cheek.
"You've been gone for days and I've been looking everywhere for you!" Sam slowly picked himself up off of the ground as Dean's words threated to drag him back down onto his back.
"Dean…" Before Sam could even start to collect his thoughts Dean shoved him backwards with rage.
"No! You don't get to disappear on me and then expect me to just…just.. open up to you!" Dean said as he turned and slammed the door in Sam's face. Sam just sat there in the rain with his head hanging low. He knew that this was all selfish, but it's not like Dean hadn't been selfish before. Then why did he feel so guilty.
He looked down at his arm to see all the blood that had dripped from his wound. He stood up only to fall forward flat on his stomach, blacking out from the lightheaded feeling from all the blood he lost.
As soon as Dean slammed the door he turned and leaned on the door with his back against it. He was shaking with rage and a whole other range of emotions. He couldn't collect his thoughts until now when he looked down at his hands to see the blood. He thought for a second and then realized the only possible source. He quickly twisted and opened the door to see Sam lying unconscious in the parking lot where he had just left him. He quickly ran over skidding to his knees as he turned Sam over and immediately started searching him for wounds. When he found the arm wound he started to tap Sam's face and calling his name. Sam soon as Sam started to open his eyes Dean let out a breath he didn't know he was holding. Sam just grumbled as Dean slung his uninjured arm over his shoulder and dragged/carried him to the room.