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"That's all I'm asking for Sammy. Sam, how about I tell you a story about when I first met you."

Sam smiled as Dean began.

"So one morning I woke up, dad was running around the house like a crazy person, and I see Mike, Dad's friend from the garage in the kitchen."

~Flashback~

"Daddy, you playin' a game?" Four-year-old Dean asked.

John looked over at his little boy. He knelt down in front of Dean and said, "Dean-o, I need you to stay with uncle Mike. Your mommy and I have to go to the hospital because your new baby brother is coming."

Dean's eyes grew wide. "Now?"

"Yeah buddy. Now be good for Uncle Mike and when your brother comes you can come and see him."

"Really?"

"Yep, bye Deano."

John wrapped his arms around his little boy.

"Bye daddy."

~End~

Dean looked at Sam to make sure he was still awake before continuing. "A few hours later Mike took me to see you. I was excited until I met you."

"Jerk," Sam whispered.

"Hey sorry Sammy, I can't change my memories. Now where was I? Oh yeah…meeting the crying machine."

~Flashback~

Mike had brought Dean to the hospital. He had run into the room with a huge smile on his face demanding to meet his new brother. Mary showed Dean Sam. "Dean, this is your new brother Sam."

Dean waved at Sam. "Hi, Sam. I'm your big broder."

The next second Sam began to cry. He cried and cried which just made Dean start to cry. "Make him stop Daddy!" Dean wailed.

What happened next horrified the four-year-old. His mommy began to comfort Sam, while his dad told him he had to settle down because he was upsetting Sam.

"I don't like Sam," thought Dean to himself.

Dean proceeded to pout for the rest of the day in the one lounge chair in the hospital room.

~End~

"Dude I really didn't like you for like the first few weeks. I used to bite your fingers, pinch you, and scratch you. I basically did anything I could think of that would make you cry."

Sam scowled at Dean. "I obviously…didn't…like you…either."

Dean chuckled. "Yeah well, a month after you were born, mom took you and I to a park for a picnic.

"We laid out a blanket in the grass and ate a lunch, while mom held you. Then the ice cream man came. Mom laid you down on the blanket, told me to keep an eye on you while she got me ice cream."

Sam was shocked and his face showed it. "Mom…left me…alone…with you?"

Dean shook his head. "No she was like ten feet away. I'm still convinced she just wanted me to bond with you."

~Flashback~

Only thirty seconds after Mary had left, Sam began screaming. His little round face was turning a deep shade of red, while tears streamed down his cheeks.

"Stop Sammy!" Dean yelled at Sam.

That just made Sam scream louder.

Dean was becoming very angry with Sam, when he remembered how his mom always calmed Sam down. Dean lay down on his belly next to Sam and began rubbing his belly. He then began singing a nursery rhyme he had learned at preschool to Sam.

Moments later the crying ceased and Sam looked up at Dean with a small smile adorning his face.

Dean liked Sam when he smiled. It was at that instant that little Dean realized he never wanted to make Sam upset again. Sam was a cooler little brother when he was happy.

~End~

"Mom came back and you were giggling while I was singing you a song and rubbing your stomach. Mom told me that I was a great big brother. From that day on, my goal became to make you smile Sam."

Sam smiled at that. He really did have an awesome big brother. "Thanks…for story…Dean."

"Hey bud, as long as you stay awake you don't have to thank me for anything."

The two then chatted for the next hour about inconsequential topics. Anything that would keep their mind off the pain. As the time wore on though, Dean noticed two things. One was that the pain in his leg was coming back. Two was that Sam was beginning to make less sense. His words were slurring together more and half the time what he said was not clear.

Dean looked at his watch, six in the morning. He knew Sam was losing his battle with unconsciousness each passing second. However, as time war on he was also noticing how tired his own pain ridden body was becoming.

Then Dean heard a ringing. "Sammy do you hear that."

"He'r wha'." Sam asked with a confused expression.

Dean knew Sam would be of no help at this point. Dean listened closely for the origin of the sound and soon discovered a cell phone in the front pocket of Sam's pants. Dean grabbed it and answered it.

"Hello."

Dean heard a gruff voice on the other line let out a deep sigh before saying, "Sam is that you?"

Dean recognized the voice. "Bobby?"

"Dean?"

"Yeah it's me."

Bobby let out a sigh of relief at hearing Dean's voice. He had been so worried Dean had been on his deathbed.

"Dean, are you boys' okay?"

"No Bobby," Dean whispered.

Bobby knew it was bad when Dean admitted the boys' had injuries.

Bobby swore under his breath. "Dean, I need you to tell me your injuries and Sam's injuries right now."

"My leg is screwed Bobby, and my head hurts. Damnit!" Dean yelled when a particular sharp pain erupted from his leg.

"Dean? What's going on?"

"Nothin' sorry. Bobby Sam is bad."

Bobby felt his face drain of color. "Dean how bad?"

"He…he…he…broke his wrist…gash to his forehead…goose egg on the back of his head…and…"

Bobby had to know. "What Dean?"

Dean felt his voice crack as he told Bobby. "A shard of glass is in his back and it must have nicked something because it won't stop bleeding no matter how much pressure we apply…He lost so much blood Bobby." Dean wasn't even bothering to shelter Sam from the extent of his injuries anymore. Sam knew he was in bad shape and Dean knew he knew.

Bobby tried to remain calm. "Dean I am really close to you boys. Sam said the road was blocked by down trees. I am going to park and walk to you boys, okay. I will probably be there in fifteen minutes."

Dean thought he was hearing things. "Wait you are almost here?"

"Yeah Dean I promise ten minutes."

Dean felt a tear roll down his cheek. His voice cracked from the emotion when he muttered, "Thank you Bobby," before hanging up the phone.

"Did you hear that Sam. Bobby is almost here. Help is almost here."

No response.

"Sam?"

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