AN: Hey Ya'll. So Chapter Seven YAYY. Well for one thing I want to let you know that I started school last week, so it might be a little harder to write. I pretty much have the rest of this story planned out, but I still have to write it out fully. But just alerting you... Anyways, this chapter is a little different then my previous ones. This chapter is in all of Deans Point of View...aka first person, I originally wrote it in 3rd person..but had my amazing girl snsw25kr14 for helping me change it and make this story even better!! So be aware of that..and please enjoy.
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Chapter 7
Safe?

After we both had finished our breakfasts, I decided that we would need a break from hunting for a while. We would need some time to get to know each other again, and I knew that Sam wasn't in any shape to go on a hunt. I wasn't sure how long it would take to find my brother again, but I knew that it would take a while and for once in my life I was going to have to learn to have just a little bit of patience. Both of us needed a safe place to hold up for a while, a place that was comfortable and warm. Somewhere that Sam could begin to recover from living in his own hell for four months. There was only one place and one man that I trusted completely with both of our lives. I packed what little belongings we had in the room and dialed the all too familiar number.

"Hello?" A gruff voice answered.

"Hey Bobby."

"Dean that you? I didn't expect to hear from you again so soon. Everything is all right isn't it, with both you and Sam?"

"Well, that's why I'm calling. Something is up with him, but I'm not sure what. All I know is that he is in no shape to go back to the hunt, and we need a place to crash for a while….I was wondering if we could come and stay with you."

"Of course boy, you know you don't even have to ask. How long till you get here?"

"Well, we aren't that far away now, so we should be there by late tonight."

"Okay, well I'll see you then."

"Thanks Bobby."

After I hung up, Sam came out of the bathroom looking a little better than he had earlier that morning. I could only watch as Sam moved carefully to his duffle to retrieve some clothes and then watched as he headed back to the bathroom. Sam was still weak and completely exhausted. I knew though that we really should be staying another night or two, to allow Sam to catch up on some much needed sleep. However, as much as I wanted the nightmares to stop and Sam to be back to his healthy and annoying self, he needed time. In fact we both did, to find ourselves, find each other again. I wasn't sure what Sam's reaction to the sudden road trip would be, I figured he'd be okay with it, especially since where we were headed was to Bobby's, but just in case, I would have to make sure to give us a reason.

I was angry at everything anymore. Mostly at myself, even Sam. Sam had been forced to take the brunt of my anger, but he never pushed or pressured me to answer questions that I didn't want to. He simply sat back and watch as I slowly self destructed into a tiny million pieces. It wasn't for him to have to watch that every day. I wasn't being fair. Sam had gone through so much and maybe now I was just starting to see exactly what it was he had endured. "We're gonna head over to Bobby's, he has some information for us or something. So I figured we could stop by since we were so close and all. That okay with you?"

"Ya, sure. Just let me pack the rest of my stuff."

Sam's voice was quiet and that unnerved him more than it should. Factoring in that Sam hadn't had much sleep and only ate a few bits and pieces of food, could possibly account for Sam's sudden lack of interest, but I felt as if it were more than that. For now, though I would have to let it drop. Sam took only a couple of minutes, and then we were both walking out to the car. I went around to the driver's side, and took one last look at the motel. I was relieved to be leaving this place and hoped to not see it anytime again in the near future. This place had left too many wounds on already battered bodies and souls. I sighed as I got into the car, and pulled out of the parking lot without a look back.

As we set out I noticed that Sam was still looking worn out. I knew better then to suggest sleep though, because I knew that it was the last thing Sam wanted. The one thing I hated so much about being stuck in a car was the silence. Silence had a way of being two things, comforting or suffocating. As of now it was the latter and it was driving me insane. So I just turned up the music and pushed the gas petal harder to the floorboard.

The day went by with relative ease. We stopped for lunch and gas but got right back on the road. We were making good time, and needed to stop for gas one more time to reach Bobby's. I pulled off the side of the road at the next gas station I saw, anxious to fill up and be back on the road. Considering the late hour, and the stretch of road they were on, it was unsurprising that the place was devoid of any other cars.

I got out and started to pump the gas, as Sam got out. Sam mumbled something about a bottle of water and walked into the small convenient store. I warily watched him go, concern and worry probably showing on my face, although because of the situation I found I didn't care. I knew that once we got to Bobby's we would have to talk, and I only hoped that Sam would be willing. As I finished filling up the car, I stood by the driver door and waited for Sam to come back. As minutes passed I realized that it was taking to long for just a bottle of water. Knowing Sammy, he had most likely found more trouble.

I hurried to the trunk and grabbed my gun, and just to be on the safe side, Ruby's knife. I ran into the store, but found that the front seemed to be empty. I walked over to the counter and saw the cashier lying in a pool of blood. This wasn't good and I suddenly felt sick to my stomach as this scene seemed to be all too familiar to the one only two years ago. Almost automatically I went on guard, and listened with practiced ears trying to locate Sam. There were muffled voices coming from the back of the store and I carefully made my way towards the back. After listening harder I realized that one voice was Sam's but the other I couldn't place. Then it hit me and suddenly I was blinded by an instinct I hadn't felt in a while. An instinct that told me I had to protect Sam. I quickly grabbed the knife and started to advance from my hiding place when I finally registered what was being said.

"…realized I was right? Well I knew you would come around. I mean we got to know each other so well over the past four months. Or rather I got to know you."

"Got to know me? You tortured me you son of a bitch. I have lived through hell, and I am done with all of this. I'll kill you, and then figure out whether you were right or not." Sam said through barely contained rage.

"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. Haven't you learned by now that you can't beat me? I will kill you just like I said. I'm done playing with you, so I figure we just end this right now. What do you say?"

At hearing this from Alastair I moved from my hiding place just enough for Sam to see me. As Sam spotted me his eyes got huge with the realization that the conversation had been listened to. I just held up the knife, and Sam understood what the plan was. As I got ready to advance on Alastair, Sam kept the focus on himself. I jumped, but at the last second Alastair saw. He made a move to run but Sam grabbed him and held him as I stabbed him in the back.

Alastair went down, and I inwardly sighed in relief. I looked up at Sam, but noticed that he was trembling with his head in his hands.

"Sammy, you okay man? Hey, talk to me. Sam!"

By this time the adrenalin was pulsing through my veins, instinct giving way. Something was wrong with Sam; it didn't take a genius to notice it. Sam was pale and beads of sweat dripped from his forehead. His condition that seemed to be worsening worried me. I gave him a slight shake but all I got in return was a slight whimper. I could hear low whispered words, but were unable to understand them, so I leaned in closer. As soon as I caught on to what was being said Sam's legs buckled and he plummeted towards the tile floor. I caught him before he hit the ground, and cradled him while trying to wake him up.

"Sam? Sammy, please wake up. I gotta see those big eyes of yours. Please, you gotta be alright man."

I realized soon enough though that Sam wasn't going to wake up soon, and knew that we had to get outta there. So I slowly hauled Sam up painstakingly hauled him to the car. Usually in these circumstances I would feel like my muscles were being shredded because of how heavy Sam weighed, but this time was different. This time it was like carrying a sack of potatoes…with maybe three or four in the bag. I hadn't realized just how much weight Sam had lost and one of my top priorities once everything was situated was starting the process of fattening Sam up again. I gently put him in the passenger seat and then rushed to get in myself. As I got back out on the road I called Bobby.

"Bobby? We got a problem. We ran into Alastair, and we killed him, but Sam's unconscious. Somehow Alastair had a part in making Sam the way he is. I don't know what to do….Okay….ya we should be there in about an hour, but I can cut it down to 45 minutes…that's fine, thanks Bobby. Bye."

As I hung up the phone I glanced over at Sam, and my worry went up another notch. He looked to be in the beginnings of a nightmare. The past few days had been hard, but I had a feeling the worst was yet to come. The only thing that gave me a little relief was the fact that we were safe from Alastair. Now, it was time to fix Sam.

Okay...so how was it?!?!!? I hope you guys liked it, and just to let you know I am finishing up chapter 8, which is in Sam's POV. Please review or PM me and tell me what you thought...
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