There are days in my life that I come to realize how much my life sucks. And today is one of those days. Sorry if this chapter disappoints you. I'll try to forget about my real life.

oo0oo

Dean ran to living room where Sam was laying on the couch out cold.

"Sammy." Dean said in low desperate voice.

What if his brother was dead? What if he killed his brother by making a stupid mistake? He decided to burn the carpet without considering the possible dire consequences. Why he wasn't like Sam? Why he didn't investigate everything before taking actions?

He regretted all the times that he called Sam 'geek at that moment'. Sam was sick for a few hours and he managed to screw things so badly.

All these thoughts violated his mind in a few seconds before he got to Sam.

He put his fingers on Sam's neck to check his pulse. He kept his trembling fingers there for a few moments and released the breath that he was holding out of fear. Fear of losing the only thing and only one in his life that mattered.

Sam's pulse was weak and slow, but still there. Thanks God for that. Now if he could only wake Sam up.

"Sam…SAM!"

Nothing.

"Sammy!"

Sam's body was cold when Dean touched his chick. He then checked Sam's hand for temperature and squeezed Sam's hand in his. It was even colder.

"We have to take him to the hospital,….. it's not far away." Mary said fearfully. Dean looked so scary and angry, he was like a dangerous injured snake, ready to bite and release his venom.

"You think hospital can help him?" he said louder than he intended to, "That bitch is doing it to him, we gotta kill her."

"Yeah I know, but until then your brother needs help." Ann said hastily.

Dean didn't answer. He was considering his choices.

"Look, you get your brother help, Marry and me go through sources that are in Persian to see if we can find a way to kill it."

Dean made up hid mind. "Ok. Check all the old mythological books which are online. Check every webpage that is available. Every thing you can find, ok?"

"Ok, Don't worry my cousin here is a book worm, I guess we can manage it." Mary said pointing to Ann.

"Yeah, she's right….. not the book worm part anyway." Ann tried to reassure Dean.

"Can you get me a blanket, please?"

"I'll bring you one." Ann hurried upstairs.

oo0oo

Dean drove to hospital with Sam in back sit, wrapped up in a blanket. At the ER a doctor and 2 nurses drove away his brother on a gurney after asking some questions.

Dean told them his brother fell of a few steps, hit his head and face, had a bad nose bleed, felt dizzy and tired and became unconscious after that. He just forgot about the bruises that were forming around Sam's neck, where Aal had her fingers less than 2 hours ago.

After doing all the formality he was waiting for news about Sam in waiting area of hospital. He was sure doctors can't help his brother much. They weren't expert in supernatural, even though he wished they were.

Dean was wondering what the girls were doing.

"Mr. Anderson!" Sam's doctor called. He was a tall blond man in his mid forties.

Dean stood up and approached the doctor, "Call me Dean."

"Dean, I'm Dr. Morgan. I treated your brother." They shook hand.

"Is he ok?" Dean asked with concern.

"You said your brother fell off steps?"

Dean hated people who answer his questions with questions, especially when he was worried about Sam. "Yes."

"How about his neck? Why is his neck so bruised, Dean?"

That guy is a major jack ass. "We had a bar fight this afternoon…" He knew it sounded lame, but if he could play it cool the guy would buy it. So he added, "That son of bitch, if I see him again I make him kisses his own ass." He tried to look angry by thinking about that bitch.

"If you tell me the truth I can help your brother better. There is no need to lie."

Just when he thought he is busted doctor Morgan added, "Why you didn't tell us you were in a bar fight at the beginning? Instead of making up a story about fallin."

"Is my brother going to be ok?" Dean said with a sigh.

"He will be. He lost a lot of blood because of that nose bleed. His blood pressure was low when he came here, we've gave him medication for that. His blood pressure is still a little low, other than that he's doing just fine… we're keeping him overnight for observation; he should use medication after he's released, iron supplied medication mostly, and a rich nutrient diet."

Dean was relieved and 'surprised'. "That's it? Just blood loss? He'll be fine tomorrow?" he asked still having difficulty believing the doctor. He was pretty sure that Sam's bad condition was related to Al and doctors can't find what is wrong with him, because it's supernatural.

"I don't see any reason why he shouldn't be." Dr. Morgan said flatly.

"Can I see my brother?"

"I'll send a nurse to take you to your brother."

"Thanks."

Dr. Morgan turned to leave.

"Uh… doctor." Dean had to be sure of a little thing before he could relax. "My brother had a headache before he lost consciousness. Is it normal?"

"Yeah, with low blood pressure and blood loss it's normal."

oo0oo

It was almost 2AM. Sam's room wasn't so light, only a dim light over his bed.

Sam had an IV on the back of his right hand, a canola under his nose and a clip on his finger to measure his blood's oxygen. The room has a window; there was a big couch under it. There also was a chair beside the bed. Dean sat on it watching Sam. Sam's head was tilted to left toward Dean. He was pale and had black circles around his eyes.

Dean exhaled loudly. Now that Sam was sleeping peacefully, he could relax. He called Mary and told her that Sam was doing fine, and asked about their progress.

oo0oo

Next morning Dean was sleeping on the couch when the girls came to visit. He woke up when Mary touched his shoulder and called his name.

"Hi girls. Did you find anything?" Dean asked before he even opens his eyes fully.

He sat on the couch and rubbed his face with both hands before yawning.

"Hi Dean." Mary sat on the couch beside Dean. "There wasn't much to look, but we found a few things."

"What things?"

"First of all she survives on eating female liver. She mostly steals pregnant women liver, because they are more vulnerable…."

"That much we figured out."

"......we know that she can't pass Iron door frames or windows. And that it was a tradition in some parts of Iran to keep iron things with a woman in labor to scare Al away."

"Anything else?"

"She only attacks at night." Ann said where she was standing.

"Ann found a story named Aal, its writer was a rural man who only wrote stories about facts of his rural life. So we figured out the way they protected themselves in the story may be real."

"Well. How did they protect themselves?" Dean asked curiously.

"I feel so stupid, but Ann and me….. we carry iron with us." Mary took out some nails out of her pocket to show Dean.

"We're not sure it works, but it's the only thing we've got."

Dean remembered last night in the living room Aal looked at his gun before escaping, as if she was scared of it or something.

"So iron is her weakness." Dean said thoughtfully.

Ann was looking at Sam who was still sleeping. "Is your brother gonna be ok?" she asked with concern in her voice.

"Yeah. Don't worry."

"I feel so bad; it's my fault he's here."

"It's our job, besides that bitch is going to pay for it."

As if Sam felt that the conversation was about him, he chose that moment to awake.

Dean hurried to his side. "Sam, you awake?"

"No." Sam closed his eyes. "I'm still sleeping. I'm tired."

"You scared the shit out of me last night. Wake up bitch."

"Ok jerk." Sam opened his eyes and started to sit.

"You do that again and I kill you personally."

"Yeah I love you too."

"Hi Sam." The girls both greeted Sam.

"Look, we gotta go, I called one of my friends in Iran last night, she promised to go to library and research about the creature there. I think we can find more information there. Online sources really suck in my country." Ann said with a smile.

"I hope you get better soon, Sam." Mary said as they got prepared to leave.

"Thanks. You too take care."

"Call me if you learn anything." Dean demanded.

"Ok, bye."

"What happened to me last night?" Sam asked after the girls left.

"You fainted like a girl because of blood loss." Dean said with sarcasm.

"Because of a nose bleed, you're kidding me?"

"Do I look like someone who is in the mood for joking?" Dean tried to put a serious face on.

"I had worse bleeding before, but I never felt so sick and weak. I feel like I'm being shot three times."

Dean started to worry again. "Do you think it's the creature?" Please say no.

"I don't know. I hope not." Sam laid on the pillow again and closed his eyes. "We should kill that creature as soon as possible."

"Sam! That creature got back her hair." dean said in low voice and tried to sound flat.

"WHAT?" Sam bolted up.

TBC

Next chapter: Sam and Dean have to find a way to kill the creature. More limp Sam and worried Dean to come.