Author's Note: So, I have some news to share. This is the second to last chapter and the last request that was submitted before I closed requests. Tomorrow's chapter will be something that I write based on something I came up with. This is story is about to be completed and I'm a bit sad. All of the prompts I have received have been fabulous, even if they forced me to go beyond my comfort zone. I'm so thankful to all of you who have favorite/followed/reviewed/requested! Your support has been incredible! To those of you that didn't make the time deadline, I will be doing another story like this in either May or June. As it gets closer to those months, I'll post more info about it on my profile. Please stay with me for two more chapters!

So, today's final request comes from, Synk who asked for, "Sam ends up with a bad back." Thank you for your request! It was a lot of fun to write! This is set in season 2. Please enjoy!

There was just something about Sam that made supernatural beings want to throw him into stuff. Tombstones, poles, walls—Sam had been tossed into them all. Sometimes, the injuries consisted of a few bruises. Other times, Sam was left unconscious and bleeding from wherever his head had connected with the hard object.

"Damn." Sam hisses as Dean pulls him up from the tombstone that he had been flung against.

Tonight, Sam had been lucky. His back had hit the stone hard, but nothing was broken. Sure, he would just be sore for a few days, which sucked, but it was better than the alternative of seeing Sam unconscious.

"She got you good, huh?" Dean questions as he waits to see if Sam can stand on his own. His little brother wavers for a bit, but stays upright which Dean counts as a win.

"You get her?" Sam mumbles as forces his back to bend a bit backwards. He's attempting to gauge how bad it is, but the look of pain that flashes across his little brothers face makes Dean wish that the stupid spirit was alive again just so he could kill her all over again.

"Yep," Dean murmurs. "She went up in flames right after she flung you." He forced a smirk onto his lips in the hopes that Sam wouldn't see how worried he really was. "Dude, why does everyone think it's fun to toss you around?"

"Don't know," Sam whispers, his words coming out as he exhales. It's bad—Dean can see that from the way that Sam looks like he's about to fold and flop back onto the ground. "Shit."

"Need a doctor?" Dean asks, forcing his tone to come off as casual instead of worried. Sam may be standing, yeah, but who knows what damage that bitch could've caused?

"No," Sam breathes, eyes clenched as he deals with the pain. "Just . . . give me a second?" Like Sam even needed to ask—Dean would always cave to whatever his little brother wanted. Bobby used to joke about it when they were littler. The gruff hunter used to say that Sam had Dean wrapped around his finger. It was true, but Dean never minded. His job—his real job, the one that he valued over everything—was to look after Sam. Sam sinks to the grass, grimacing as he sits. Dean plops down beside him and the two sit in a comfortable silence.

"You sure you're okay?" Sam gives a little exasperated sigh. "Look, I'm just checking, because I swear if you get blood in the car, I will end you myself—"

"I'm good, Dean," Sam mumbles. "Just sore."

"Yeah." The eldest Winchester nods his head. They've been through this many times before this. Dean knows the routine, knows what they'll have to do. He'll get Sam into a comfortable bed, hand him the heating pad, get him to take some pain pills and then they'll both sleep for a bit.

"It's funny." He turns his head to glance at his little brother who is staring upwards at the sky.

"What is?"

"How many times have we just taken a moment to breathe?" Dean knows the answer to that—three times maybe. In their line of work, they were always on the move, always travelling from one hunt to the next, never looking back, never stopping to smell the flowers. Dean is content with this, but he knows Sam longs for more. Sam wants out of the life. Sam wants to marry a beautiful girl and settle down and have some kids.

Not normal. Safe.

And Dean . . . Dean just wants to be at his brother's side. With their father dead, he knows his place is right by Sam's side. He has to find a way to save Sam from whatever it is that their father warned him about. He has to take care of Sam and make sure he comes out of his shell.

It's a job that he treasures more than anything.

"It's a nice night." Dean finally speaks as he follows his sibling's gaze up. The sky is littered with sparkling stars. It's rare, especially when they are so close to a big city. Sam seems captivated by the sky and Dean has to admit, it is a beautiful sight.

"Yeah." Sam agrees. Dean knows he should urge Sam to move because the longer he sits, the sorer his muscles will be, but he doesn't have the heart to end this moment. This was what life was about—his brother by his side, no one to fight and an endless sky before them. There are no responsibilities to think about, no hunt to rush to. There's just him and Sam.

It's always been him and Sam. Don't get him wrong, Dean loved his father, but John had never really been there whenever they had truly needed them. It was Dean who raised Sam. It was Dean who learned how to play poker so he could put food on the table for Sam. It was Dean who acted more like a father than John ever did.

It's Dean that is going to save Sam or die alongside with him.

"Makes you feel small, doesn't it?" His little brother murmurs and Dean nods his head in acknowledgement. They should get a move on before someone finds them and starts asking questions about why a grave his been dug up and what they're doing there with lighter fluid. There are other people out there who need their help. Plus, Sam needs to lie down and take his medicine.

But, seeing the sheer peace on his brother's face, the eldest Winchester doesn't have the heart to say anything.

So, Dean sits by his brother side and stares upward at the starry sky.

Author's Note: So, there we have it. Tomorrow will be the last chapter! I really hope you guys have enjoyed the series because I truly enjoyed writing it. I'd love to hear from you, so please review, especially if I fulfilled one of your requests and you never let me know if you enjoyed it. Thanks again for all your support. You guys are amazing! See you tomorrow for the last chapter.