"Found something!" Sam said and Dean turned around and walked over to him, jumping over holes that were filling up the backyard.

"That's a skull alright" He said when Sam pointed his flashlight towards what he had hit with his shovel.

"Let's dig up the rest of the skeleton so we can salt and burn them" Sam said and Dean nodded, giving him a hand on the hole, and it didn't take long before the skeleton was exposed, and Sam was tugging for the matches in his pocket, but then they heard screams coming in from inside the house.

"Shit" Dean sighed as they ran towards the kitchen entrance, into the kitchen and the hallway and then into the living room where both of the ghosts where standing over Eric as he was tumbling for breath and Jenny was screaming and crying: "Daddy!"

"Hey!" Dean shouted and caught the ghost's attention and was immediately thrown into the mirror that was hanging on the wall, Sam quickly got the salt from his pocket, but before he could react the ghosts were gone.

"Daddy?" Jenny said and helped Eric up from his feet. "I'm okay sweetie" Eric answered.

Sam mirrored Jenny's actions and went over to help up Dean. "Shit, Dean" He said as he saw the pieces of glass in shoulder. Dean didn't answer; instead he grabbed the matches from Sam's pocket and went outside, before Sam even understood he was gone.

And when Sam reached Dean outside the skeletons was already burning and Dean was standing over it. "Dean?" He asked and went over to his brother and stood beside him. "I guess that's one down and one to go?"

Dean nodded a few cursing words, not towards Sam, but towards the bitchy ghosts and turned around to walk back inside as he left Sam to stand and look at the flames burning.

-

When Sam got back inside and into the guest room he saw Dean sitting on the bed with his feet on the floor Eric and Jenny looking at his wounds with the first aid kit and a plastic bowl next to Dean on the bed.

"I can take care of that" Sam suddenly said and all three of them noticed that he was back.

"Are you sure, they look a little deep" Eric said. "Maybe we should call a doctor"

"No, I'm- we're used to it" Sam said and walked over to Dean, Eric looked at Dean and he gave him a nod, telling him that Sam was right and it was okay.

Eric smiled at both of them and him and Jenny walked out of the room and closed the door behind them.

"Let's get the glass out first" Was all Sam said and held on to Dean's arm as he tugged the only big piece out of him while Dean let out a small hiss. They had been doing this for years and they knew exactly when to let an object stay in or when to pull it out without causing major bleedings.

Sam then put some peroxide on a cotton ball and held it over the wound, making it stop bleed before he used a forceps to pull out the smaller pieces of glass.

"Sam" Dean said, but Sam didn't respond as he continued pulling out small pieces of glass out of his big brother's shoulder.

"Sam" Dean said again.

"I think this might need stitches" Sam said, and carefully traced his thumb over the largest wound, ignoring Dean completely.

Dean looked down at it. "No, it's fine" He said.

"If you say so, but if it gets worse you have your one ass to blame" Sam said and instead of stitching it up he cleaned the wounds and tugged a bandage around Dean's forearm and Dean's shoulder.

"There" Sam said and threw away the bloody cotton balls and packed away all the other stuff.

"Thanks" Dean said and lay back down on the bed, letting out a sharp exhale as his arm bumped into the bed frame a little too hard.

"You okay, man?" Sam asked and Dean nodded as Sam was about to back outside.

"What are you doing?" Dean asked

"Going back outside to look for the other skeleton?" Sam said questiongly.

"Nu-uh, you're not going back out there now, we'll find it tomorrow" Dean said.

"Fine, I'll just go brush my teeth then" Sam said and found hit toothbrush and walked out the room as Dean lay more comfortably down and sighed and let his thought wander for a few moments, but since he didn't like where his thoughts were leading him, he turned on the small TV that was in the corner of the room and gave out a laugh as he watched some idiots trying to catch a ghost.

"Good luck dumb ass" He said and Sam came back into the room.

"What are you talking about?" He asked and Dean turned off the TV.

"Just some idiots trying to catch a ghost, stupid as hell" He said and Sam gave out a small laugh.

Sam just stood leant back against the door, not moving as Dean took of his jeans and lent back against the bed frame again and cocked an eyebrow towards Sam.

"Are you going to go to sleep or just stand there?" He asked.

"Maybe I'll just sleep on the floor" Sam said, still not moving.

"Cut it out Sam and go to sleep" Dean said and patted the mattress before carefully laying all the way down on the bed, on his side so he wouldn't hurt his shoulder anymore than he already did.

Sam hesitantly walked over to the bed and lay down next to Dean as close to the edge and as far away as Dean as possible, so he was sure he wouldn't bump into Dean and that wasn't only because he didn't want to hurt his shoulder.

When Sam turned around, he was facing Dean whose eyes were already closed, and he smiled for himself.

"Night Dean" He whispered.

"Night Sammy" Dean answered with his eyes still closed.

They were silent for a while and Sam was sure that Dean had fallen asleep, because his mouth was shaking like it did when he was sleeping.

Sam carefully traced his thumb over Dean's hand that was laying in front of his face, he rubbed it along his knuckles in small circles, wondering how many times Dean had actually saved his life.

"Sam" Dean suddenly said with his eyes still closed and Sam quickly pulled away. "What are you doing?"

"Nothing" Sam said innocently and nervously at the same time as he flipped onto his back, Dean yawned and sat up and whimpered slightly by the burn in his shoulder.

"So you weren't circling my hand with your thumb?" He asked, and by Sam's surprise he didn't seem mad or confused, just tired and sleepy.

"No" Sam lied; he knew Dean knew he was lying, but he just didn't want to say yes.

"Sammy" Dean said in a sigh as Sam turned his head towards him and caught his gaze.

"I don't know what to say or do Sam" He said.

"You don't have to say or do anything Dean" Sam said honest, he really didn't want him to say anything because it would only hurt.

"Okay Sam" Dean said and leant his head backwards against the frame and let out the deep breath he was holding, but he still wasn't relieved by Sam's answer, he wanted Sam to tell him what to do for once.

Sam saw that Dean was struggling and decided to say something that he hoped would help.

"Let's just forget the whole thing okay?"

Dean looked like a question mark when he met Sam's eyes again.

"I can't just forget about it, and I'm pretty sure you can't either" Dean said and Sam sighed.

"I can try"

"Well so can I, but do you honestly think that you will be able to forget it?"

Sam sighed again and shook his head. "No"

"So that's not an option, but we have to do something" Dean said, and Sam was surprised by how he was taking this after getting some time to think, he was acting like the big brother he was, trying to understand instead of judging.

"We don't have to, I mean maybe it will go away" Sam said.

"What? The feelings you have?" Dean asked and Sam nodded.

"I'm not that easy to get over Sam" Dean laughed and Sam wasn't mad, he just laughed along with Dean.

"Yeah right, nice way to be modest Dean" But Dean just continued grinning.

'At least he's not mad' Sam thought as he smiled for himself.

"Time for bed" Dean said and lent carefully back down onto the bed, Sam did the same thing as he snuggled his face into the pillow. After a few moments of completely silence, Sam could hear Dean say: "We'll figure something out Sammy, we always do"