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Dean watched the spinning room slow to a crawl until he was able to stand shakily. Sam was still in the corner, but with a mean look of determination, Bobby was on his feet and heading straight towards the witch with a gun.

He aimed it straight at her head, but to everyone's surprise, she laughed, so hard it was scary. Bobby lowered the gun slightly. "You think you scare me, Bobby Singer? You think I don't know that you'd never kill me? Not before I reverse the spell, which is, I assume, the reason you called me here?" She spoke smoothly, calling out Bobby's bluff with a smirk.

"Come on, Bobby. Believe it or not, I know you, and I can tell by that look in your eyes, you wouldn't dare leave these two like this by taking the easy route, huh." She walked to Ellen and smiled darkly, muttering something under her breath. "You're Mr. Road Less Traveled, so let's see how well your little buddies hold up without their hero to save the day."

She snapped her fingers and Ellen's eyes rolled back as she fell to the ground. With another snap, Bobby toppled over lifelessly. "Mom!" Jo shrieked, but halfway to her unconscious mother she grew pale and fainted.

Dean stood in shock and Sam managed a cold stare through his grimace. "We're alone now, boys. Winchester's a big name now. Even the witches know." She smiled at Dean and he returned the look sarcastically. Outside, he looked stunned, but internally, the gears were turning.

He had to say the spell. It was the only way. Sam was mute, at least until the spell was up, and the others were dead to the world, though, thankfully, breathing.

It was as if his brother read his thoughts, giving him an understanding look across the room.

"Now!"

Sam shot to his feet and swung at the witch with his good hand, hitting her square in the jaw right as she turned around. Dean dove after the paper and quickly began reciting the spell.

Sam tried to scream "Hurry!" but no sound came out. Neither did it when she grabbed his hurt wrist with an iron grip, smiling sinisterly, though it made him want to scream or at least let out a flurry of cuss words. He clawed at her hand and with a sudden forcefulness, twisted out of her grip.

Dean risked a glance back as he continued, dropping a snail in the fire and stumbling over a few words, praying it didn't make a difference. Sam pulled out a knife and turned it in his hand, gripping the handle and ready to stab. She came at him quickly and he managed to slice her arm. Shocked, she stood with her eyes wide for a moment. With a scream that shook the building and caused Dean to jump, she lunged at Sam, tackling him to the ground with fury.

By the time the witch realized what Dean was doing, her powers were already draining. She stood up and faced the older Winchester with a glare. "Not so fast, Winchester." She clenched her fist in the same motion that had ridden Sam of his voice, but nothing happened. Dean grinned. She wasn't powerful enough.

He began reciting the spell, faster and faster, before she managed to knock Sam to the ground hard enough to leave him dazed for a moment, pushing Dean with inhuman force and sending him soaring across the room.

Marie snatched the paper up, but Sam was on her instantly, dragging her to the ground and wrenching it out of her hands. He balled it up and pegged it at Dean, hoping his guess that the hunter had neared the end was true. He didn't know how much longer he could distract her.

Sam's wrist hurt like hell, he was dizzy, and his nose was bleeding, but he somehow managed to hang in while Dean completed the last step, sprinkling holy water on the concoction. With a flash and a bang, Marie was thrown off of her feet, landing on the far side of the apartment.

Dean limped over and stood over her threateningly. "It's no longer possible to be a witch for you." Dean explained through gritted teeth. "And if I hear one word that you're hurting others ever again- one word!- I swear I'll hunt you down and kill you like I'm regretting not doing more and more by the second." She nodded, thoroughly scared of Dean's angry eyes and heavy breathing.

"And if you EVER touch a hair on my brother's head I won't kill you." She made eye contact in surprise. "You'll just wish I did." He screamed at her to get out and knelt down next to Sam, who could already manage a hoarse whisper.

"Mind if I get the others up first?" Sam shook his head. "I'll be right back." He gently roused the others, an easy feat now that Marie was gone.

Jo protested Dean's help. "Go help your brother, Dean. I can tell you want to." She shot him a wary smile and turned back to Ellen and Bobby.

Sam cleared his throat, whispered Dean's name. "Yeah?" Dean knelt at his side.

"You okay?" Sam squeaked softly.

"I'm fine, Sam." The younger hunter was pointing at Dean's head, though. Dean put his hand to where the searing pain in his head was most concentrated.

"Oh," He said simply at the sight of the sticky redness on his fingers. "It's not that bad."

...

Sam walked up to the front desk nervously. "Hi, what is your problem?" The receptionist asked.

Dean watched from the waiting room chairs as his brother held out his swollen wrist. They were at a 24 hour clinic, Bobby's suggestion, as a hospital included a large number of forms and questions the brothers were too tired to deal with.

"Hey! What's takin' so long, Shorty?" Dean called from his seat. Sam turned around and furrowed his eyebrows at him.

"What?" Dean questioned.

Sam just shook his head. The last time Dean had called Sam 'Shorty,' Sam had been nine, and at least a foot shorter than his older brother. "And an appointment for my brother, as well." He said quietly so Dean wouldn't hear.

"And his problems?"

"Head injury." Sam informed. "Maybe a concussion."

It was only a few minutes until Sam's name was called. He was led into a small room with a smiling nurse. "May I?" She asked. He held out his arm and she took it gently.

"That bad, huh?" She sympathized when Sam winced at the smallest touch. He nodded, about to respond when they were interrupted.

"Well, I want to be there to see what's wrong!" The voice- so obviously Dean's- was arguing with a nurse.

"Sir, you won't have time. You're appointment will begin shortly."

"Wh- I don't have an appointment!" Dean retorted.

Sam's nurse sighed. "I have to deal with this." She didn't know it was Sam's brother, apparently, though it was clear when Sam poked his head out the door.

"Dean. I set you up for an appointment." Sam quickly cut in before Dean got too upset with the nurses.

He stopped arguing. "Why? Nothing's wrong with me, Sam! I'm just worried about you!"

"Your forms say head injury." The second nurse stated, reading off her clipboard.

"Listen," Sam came all the way out, hesitating when he noticed the entire waiting room was their audience. "Can he just come in my room with me?" The nurses shared a glance and finally nodded in consent.

"Fine, then. Come on, Dean-"

"What's going on out here?" A woman said softly. Her hair was in a braid and she wore a long white coat.

"Doctor!" Sam's nurse spoke in surprise. "We were just trying figure out a slight confusion."

"Is it figured out?" She smiled.

"Think so."

"Well, I came out to see Sam and Dean Smith- you wouldn't happen to be them would you?" She ushered them into one of the small rooms and asked Dean to sit in a chair in the corner.

"How did this happen, Sam?" She asked as she got busy.

Sam made eye contact with his brother and reeled off their cover story. "Biking accident. I didn't see where I was going, hit something and I fell off and landed wrong."

"And your brother?"

Sam blushed convincingly. "He's the something."

"I see. We're going to have to get that x-rayed." She helped Sam off the table. "I'll send in a nurse to check your brother."

Clutching his arm, Sam followed the doctor- her name was Dr. Watson- into a dark room next-door, leaving his brother alone with a young blonde nurse.

"You're not going to make me strip down, are you?" Dean asked in a way that only he could make come across as charming and not blunt and awkward.

She laughed softly. "No, but I will shine a bright light in your eyes." He opened his eye wide as she flicked on the flashlight. the light burned into his pupil. Suddenly, Dean heard a yelp of pain from the room Sam was currently in.

He tensed immediately, swatting the light away and starting to stand up. "It's fine." She told him, sitting him back down so she could finish. "Dr. Watson must've had to set the bone first."

...

Sam had broken things before, sprained them, and stitched things up, but never before something this bad. "You broke it in three places." Dr. Watson explained, showing both brothers the pictures of Sam's arm.

"We cast it. It'll have to be redone eventually once the swelling goes down, but we couldn't wait on this one."

As for Dean, it was described as a mild concussion, and when questioned about the stitches he'd had done by Jo earlier so the bleeding would stop ("Oh, quit being such a baby!" She had teased.) he had to make a quick explanation about how he'd gotten it done somewhere else.

"They sure did a sloppy job." Dr. Watson commented. The brothers were sent away with instructions on how to care for their injuries.

"Dean- should you be driving with a concussion?"

Dean looked over the hood of the car at his brother. "Really, Sam?"

"I'm just saying, it's dangerous."

"Oh, and you're gonna drive?"

"Yes."

"With a broken arm?" That shut him up.

"Fine. But if you get dizzy or-or you're about to pass out-"

"I'll drive faster." Dean said sarcastically. They both ducked in and Dean faced his brother after turning the key in the ignition.

"Let me see," He held out his hand for Sam's cast.

"What're you doing?" Sam asked, wincing as Dean held it steady. He reached over and opened the glovebox, digging around for something.

"What're you-" Sam started. Dean put the pen in his mouth and pulled off the cap with his teeth.

"What does it look like? Signing your cast, Bitch."

Sam rolled his eyes, but he was smiling. "Careful what you write, Jerk. It's permanent."

Dean scrawled something quickly, and when he threw the pen into the backseat and put the car in reverse, Sam got his first look.

"Dude- you scared me back there." He'd written. "Don't you dare die. Ever. Or I'll kill you."

Sam couldn't help but smile.

Pretty relaxed ending. Things are dying down for the Winchesters. Any reviews, etc. are always welcome. One more chapter to go!