"Dad!", Sam shouted, as he sat up. He stopped in mid-move after he felt the pain in his arm. "Ouch!"

John went immediately to the older brother to check, if he was still alive. Gladly he was, so the man checked the younger one. "Sam, come here. I'm gonna call an ambulance, it'll be alright, okay?"

As his father helped him stand, Sam got to his brother. "Dean…?"

No answer.

"The ambulance is on its way." He crouched down beside the little boy. "Listen, Sammy. We will drive to the hospital. There you'll take care of your brother, you hear me? I'll go to get rid of that ghost, okay? It's important."

Sam nodded but remained silent. He had to look out for Dean. It was his job to keep him safe. Just for once.

He would not disappoint his father.

"Sammy!"

That's Dean's voice, Sam realized, as he woke up.

"Sam! Come on! You son of a bitch, if he's hurt, I'm going to rip your throat out and send you back to hell faster than you can beg for help!"

The only thing Sam could hear was a maniac laughter. Slowly he opened it eyes, but everything was blurry.

"Sam?!"

Sam's head snapped to the direction, where Dean's voice came from.

"Thank god, Sammy. You okay? Say something."

The young Winchester waited, until his vision was clear again. "Yes… Yeah, I guess I'm fine…" He moaned. His head hurt like hell. "What about you?"

A little grin was shown by the older brother. He looked like he has been captured for weeks – it was awful. Bruises everywhere, dried blood, tired eyes, bound to a chair, just like Sam. "Yeah, I'm good", Dean answered as he sighed. "But why are you here? The ghost was after me, wasn't it?"

Sam raised an eyebrow. Wasn't it obvious? "I searched for you."

Dean looked confused. "You… how did you find me?"

Should I mention Cas? How will he react?, Sam asked himself, but he came to the decision to not lie to his brother. "Castiel brought me here."

For a moment, Dean had a scared look on his face. Then he tried to relax. "So he's not dead. And he brought you here. Into that kind of danger. That son of a bitch."

"No, I asked him to, Dean. It's not his fault."

"Well, he shouldn't have said yes!"

"He didn't – not really –"

"Ah, this is getting boring", said the voice from before and Sam turned to look at the person. It was a fairly good looking young woman, who just sat there on her own chair – free and grinning at them both. "You have some family business to talk about, I get it. But shouldn't you think about, what's going to happen to you both? Any last words before you die maybe? I mean, you're brothers. I'd have some last words for my brother."

Dean rolled his eyes in annoyance. "Oh, shut up there!"

The woman shook his head. "Oh, Dean. Not learning, are we?" She grabbed a knife and went to Dean. Then, slowly she moved the knife over his skin – into his flesh.

Dean cried out in pain, but still got the urge to smile. "I can't get enough, lovely."

Angry she slapped him, then took the knife and went over to Sam. "Fine. Let's see how you're little brother will take it."

"What?!", Dean yelled as he tried to move out of instincts. The instinct to save his brother from pain.

Sam shifted in his seat, trying to get away but it was no use.

The woman came to him and cut his arm as deep, as she just cut Dean. Sam cried out as well, clenching his teeth.

Dean shut his eyes tight and looked away. "Stop it."

The woman just laughed as she saw the blood running down Sam's arm. "Oh, come on! It's only some little fun! Seeing your brother suffer is the worst you can imagine, isn't it, Dean? And the worst your little brother can imagine is seeing you suffer! It's so refreshing! Such a great friendship between brothers. You are each other weaknesses, which makes it really easy to torture you."

Sam threw his head into his neck, as the woman sat down on her chair. "Can I… Can I ask a question?"

She shrugged. "I don't know if you can. But you're allowed to, young Winchester."

"Well… thanks… I guess." Sam let out a long breath. "Who are you and what exactly is going on?"

A giggle left her mouth. "Those were two questions. But I'm in a good mood, so I'm going to answer them both. My name is Zilla. And I've found your older brother. You remember my loyal friend?"

For a moment, Sam needed to think, then it stroke him. "You mean that car?"

Zilla grinned. "Yes, exactly. After your stupid brother saved your life, I had to find him and kill him. It's actually too late now, but, hey. I never leave things undone. So I'm going to kill him and then you." She looked at Dean. "Be happy, Dean! You don't have to watch your brother die. I'm being nice here!"

Dean smirked. "Bite me."

A sigh left her lips. "Oh, you Winchesters. So different, but still kind of the same. Let's go through a little more pain, will we, Sammy?"

Sam flinched, as she used the nickname only Dean was allowed to use. "Bite me, too."

"That'd be awkward", she answered and grinned. "So both of you get some cutting. Ah, fun!"

Both Winchester boys made it through more cutting and screaming.

Zilla sad down on her chair again. All three remained silent. Sam had time to remember again…

"I don't know exactly what happened", John explained to the paramedic. "But I know, that one of my sons is unconscious and the other one has a broken arm and is traumatized. So please, just take care of them."

The man nodded as he put away the clipboard. "I understand, Mr. Jones. We'll take care of the two boys, we promise."

Sam saw, how his father just nodded. His attention flew back to Dean, who was just lying still and silent, making his younger brother feel bad and guilty.

It has been his fault, that his older brother has been attacked. His fault, that he was about to die. How could he live with that? He told his older brother, that everything was going to be fine. But it wasn't. He was unconscious. That wasn't fine.

Sam looked up to his father. "Dad…"

John's attention was now focused on him. "Yes, Sammy?"

The youngest Winchester swallowed his fear. "Was it my fault?"

"No, Sam", was the answer and John sighed, as he saw, that Sam started to cry. "It was no one's fault. And now, don't cry. You're almost a man, remember?"

Sam nodded carefully. "I'm tired, dad."

John touched his forehead. "Get some sleep. You're save here, you're save."

And slowly, Sam drifted to sleep. The last thing he saw was Dean's calm face, peaceful, as if nothing has ever happened.

Sam hoped for a good dream, but of course, he had a nightmare.

It was about that ghost car. And about Dean. And about him being run over. About him dying. And emotions crashed into Sam, as he cried out for his brother, lying there, no life in his body, just a corpse, broken. Dead.

Sam woke up screaming. He soon realized, that he was in a hospital, in the bed next to him lay his older brother.

As silent as possible Sam got up and went to Dean's bed. "Dean?"

He received no answer.

"Dean, are you alive?", Sam asked, though he knew the answer. The electrocardiogram beeped in a – as it seemed – healthy tact.

Still, tears trailed down Sam's cheeks. "This is all my fault…" He didn't even made the effort to wipe them away. "You protected me. Why do you always have to protect me? You'll get yourself killed one day!" Frustration ran through Sam's whole body, as he punched the mattress as hard as he could. "I can take care of myself, Dean! I'm not just a kid anymore!" Sam laid his head down on the mattress. "And I'm gonna show you that. 'Cause now I'll take care of you." He looked down at his broken arm. "I'm going to make up for the pain you went through. I'm going to be a good little brother. I will protect you. And I will even die for you, if that's needed. I will sacrifice myself if necessary. You'll see. I'll be the best and bravest little brother you've ever known. And I won't leave you, not ever."

And I won't leave you, not ever, Sam recalled looking at his feet, trying to keep the tears in his eyes from falling. Everything he said back then… A lie. Just one single, big, fat lie. Dean went to hell to save him. Sam never really protected him. He always got into danger. And he left him. Him and Dad to go to college. He was being so selfish and still… Dean would still do anything for him.

That wasn't fair, Sam knew. And he would get his brother out of this. I will die, Sam said, looking at his older brother. I will die, while saving the most important person in my life. That's a good way to go. That's how I want to go. That's how I'm going to go.

And there would be nothing getting in his way.