Fear is the Worst Enemy

"Tears stream, down your face…and I will try to fix you." –Coldplay

A/N: well, sorry for the long wait. Time and my schedule don't really coincide with each other. Enjoy this chapter! Also, I know there were a couple of mistakes last chapter. I am so sorry bout that! (:

Dean was already out of the car, knife hidden away in his pocket. To a stranger, the anger rolled off him in waves, but to someone who truly knew Dean Winchester, the anger was a cover. It only simmered above the true emotion that clouded his mind and his movements. Those who truly knew the real Dean Winchester could see that it was fear that propelled Dean through the front doors to the nurses' desk in the hospital. The thoughts clouding Deans mind were so scrambled, he almost couldn't think of what to say to the frail elderly nurse sitting in the head nurses chair. "Sir?" His hand self-consciously rubbed his face, moving to his neck where the small cut from the magic knife rested, the only assurance that this wasn't a dream.

"Um, yeah I'm here to see a Sam Winchester?" he asked, the fear making his words come out in a winded breath. The nurse smiled and glanced at her computer. Every click of the keys made Dean's anxiety increase.

"Oh," She said when she found his name "He's in ICU. His uncle is with him now." She smiled at him.

"Look, he's my brother, is there any way you can tell me which room he's in." Dean was trying to keep his Sam is in trouble and you are making it where I can't get to him temper down.

"Um, yeah let me get the information for you, one second."

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Sam continued to look out the small window, repeating the one mantra that kept him sane. Would it ever end? His life was eternal torment now, part of him reminded himself.

He glanced down at the small needle that penetrated his skin. Such a small thing could cause so much pain. The memory flooded his mind, the needles penetrating his skin over and over again, the blood, the freezing cold. He grabbed his head. "Make it stop." He begged, whispering silently to himself. How long had it been? He couldn't remember. The horrid memories clouded his mind so he did the one thing he could. He pulled the one memory that always helped keep the bad recollections away. He found himself sitting on the Impala, drinking a beer with Dean. The stars were bright, the temperature cool, the air clean. Suddenly the door squeaked as someone opened it, and Sam jerked his eyes open, all memories washing away. He reminded himself that it was just Bobby.

"Sam." Fear, pain, panic, worry, relief, Sam could here it all in that one persons voice. it was the voice that he always heard, but never was able to respond to, the voice that he always heard hatred in these last years. The one voice that use to mean everything was ok.

Sam turned his head to look at the doorway and felt his panic rise when he saw his brother standing there, haggard looking, with his coveted Protective Big Brother look.

Their eyes met and Dean felt relief blossom in his chest. His baby brother was ok; he was here, not in hell. He was ok. Dean felt tears of joy enter his eyes. Sam was staring at him; Sam was ok!

"No. Please no!" Sam gasped, before grabbing his head, a pained expression on his face. Dean's relief fell away, the worry overcoming his being once more. "Bobby!" he called as he rushed to his baby brothers side.

A/N: Kinda short, but I hope yall like it! I will post as soon as possible. Hope you liked the semi-reunion!(: