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Author's Note: I apologize for the lack of updates as of late. Life happened and time sort of started doing that thing were it passes by much much faster than it was supposed to. It's annoying. Anyway. This chapter isn't amazing and I don't really like the end, but I wanted to post something since I had already updated a chapter of one of my other stories. I hope you enjoy it.

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You Found Me

Chapter 13

Dean wasn't sure how he was going to get Sam from the remains of the salvage yard to the Impala, especially since Sam was barely conscious as it was and the going was tough and muddy. But he was sure of one thing—he needed to get Sam to safety before his little brother died. Again. And that, to Dean, was just not acceptable.

"C'mon, Sammy," Dean said softly wrapping an arm gently around Sam's shoulders and wincing when he felt tiny pinpricks of glass against his arm. He really wanted to bring Ruby back to life to just murder her again. He wasn't sure what exactly she did to his brother, but he knew that that bitch had something to do with the large amount of glass that covered Sam.

"What happened?" Sam whispered leaning heavily on Dean for support. He was limping badly, which forced Dean to remember that his brother shouldn't have been walking in the first place, let alone tramping through mud and over mountainous debris.

"You exorcised the first demon and I killed the bitch," Dean said. "We make a pretty good team, you and I."

"I'm sorry," Sam murmured against Dean's shoulder. "I didn't know how else to protect myself. Didn't want to make you mad, but didn't know what else to do."

It took Dean a minute to understand what Sam was talking about.

"It's okay, Sammy," he said. "You did what you had to do and you did it without that demon blood. I'm proud of you."

"Really?" Sam asked.

Dean was reminded forcefully of a six year old Sam who wanted nothing more than to make his dad and brother proud.

He smiled softly at Sam.

"Yeah, Sammy," he said. "I am. Now if we could continue this chick flick moment somewhere dry, I'd greatly appreciate it."

Sam stopped suddenly. Dean looked at him, quirking an eyebrow in confusion.

"Bobby's going to kill me," he muttered. "I burned down his house. He's going to kill me."

"He won't kill you," Dean said. "I won't let him."

"Really?"

How was it that his twenty-five year-old brother managed to look so five years old? It wasn't fair, especially not when Sam's long, soaked hair was in his face and his hazel eyes were wide with shock and exhaustion. He looked absolutely pathetic, and not at all like the man who had let Lucifer free.

"Yeah, Sam," Dean said. "I'm sure as hell not cleaning up your huge mess for you. Nope."

"Sorry," Sam murmured as they started walking again. "I never meant for things to go that far. I just got so blinded with rage that that bitch did those things to you that I just couldn't stop myself before things went too far."

Dean knew that that conversation was a long time coming, but decided that it could wait a little while longer.

"I know you didn't," he said softly.

They had reached the debris pile. Dean stopped for a moment, trying to figure out the best way to get them both over it without causing Sam further injury.

"Just leave me here," Sam murmured. "There's no way I'm going to be able to get over that. You should go. Make sure Bobby's okay."

"Shut it, Sam," Dean growled. "I'm not leaving you behind."

"You should," Sam mumbled, resting his head against Dean's shoulder. "You should have left a long time ago. But you didn't. Why didn't you?"

"Because you're my brother," Dean said shifting his weight a little. Sam let out a small whimper of protest. "Come on, I think I know a way to get us out of here."

Sam wasn't positive as to how they made it back to the Impala. He was pretty sure that he had blacked out somewhere in between reaching the debris pile and reaching the Impala. He had closed his eyes to blink at one end of the debris pile and the next, he was at the Impala with Dean, who was cussing every known deity. And they knew a lot of deities.

Sam didn't care, though. He was more then grateful to be back at the Impala. The black muscle car offered a sense of safety and security. He leaned up against the cool, slick black metal and sighed as the hard, cold surface eased some of the aches and pains in his body.

"Hang in there, Sammy," Dean said softly as he opened the door to the backseat. "You're going to be okay."

Sam nodded wearily, wanting nothing more than to sleep. He mumbled something incoherent to his own ears and allowed Dean to help him into the backseat of the car. His eyes closed as he rested his head against the cold glass and Dean closed the car door.

Dean watched Sam carefully from the corner of his eye as he drove, taking in the uneven breathing and the small winces of pain that the younger Winchester thought that he was concealing. Dean wished there was something more he could do for his brother, but knew at the moment it was best to find the nearest hotel and hole up for a while. At least until Sam looked more alive than he did right now.

Blue and red flashing lights caught his attention. Dean swore, pulling over to the side of the road. It was a well-known fact among hunters that the demons had taken over the general public. They could be anyone from the RN at the local hospital to the Vice President of the United States (though Dean was fairly certain that the current President was possessed). It was why Sam hadn't been taken to a hospital the moment Dean and Castiel had found him nearly a month ago.

Dean felt a jolt of surprise as the vehicle to which the lights belonged flashed by him. It was obviously not meant for stopping Dean.

Curious and feeling alarmed, Dean pulled back onto the road. Something wasn't right. The hairs on the back of his neck were rising, a sure sign that he or someone he loved was in danger. As far as Dean could tell, Sam was as fine as he could be given the circumstances and there was no immediate threat.

The thought hit him suddenly as he drove into the more crowded part of town. Bobby.

No sooner had Dean thought that did he catch the sight of the car wreck up ahead. An all too familiar blue tow truck was flipped over and glass littered the pavement.

Dean's blood went cold as he spotted a distraught woman leaning up against the side of the truck. It was the missing demon from earlier.

"Meg," Sam whispered from the backseat, confirming Dean's worst fears.

Don't ask what happened to Bobby in your reviews. I am not revealing that until the next chapter. Bruhahahahaha. I'm evil.

More hurt Sam to come accompanied by some hurt Dean, and some other major kick ass characters. Including a feathery friend who has a habit of popping up when you least expect him.

Hope to see you all again before December. Or July. Or April for that matter.

~SW223