So a big thank you for everyone's alerts and reviews. I've been having some issues with my other work (especially with what we've witnessed about Uriel this week! Wowzers!) But here is chapter deux! Not a big one but the best is yet to come! =) Enjoy!!! (First part is a flashback. Don't get confused! =) )

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May 2nd 1988

"Psst! Sam, wake up!"

The little boy scrunched his eyes as he tried to open them, a light blinding him. When he finally could see his older brother, Sam looked at the alarm clock on his right.

12:01 am

"Guess who just turned 5?!" the voice asked him.

Sam yawned, turning his eyes on the bed next to his. "Dean?"

The little boy finally managed to get into a sitting position. He looked around him to see the beige colored hotel room. It wasn't the best of the rooms they had lived in, but it wasn't the worst either. Sam wondered everyday why they kept going from town to town, and the only answer he would get was that their father's job was making them move all the time.

Dean got off the second bed and ran to the small round table and took a cupcake. He brought it to his little brother and Sam saw that his brother had put a candle on it. Sam's reaction made Dean smile. "Make a wish!"

Sam smiled back at his brother and blew on the candle. Dean took the candle out of the cake and gave it to Sam, who instantly took half of the cake and handed it to Dean.

Dean ate his half in two bites, nearly chocking as he did so. He got to his bed, took something from under his pillow and sat next to his little brother.

"What's that?" Sam asked as he nibbled on his cupcake.

Dean handed the square gift-wrapped present to his brother. "Open up and see for yourself."

Sam suddenly wasn't tired anymore. Dean had gotten something for him? He placed his piece of cupcake on the night table before ripping the comic book pages off the gift. Sam threw the paper on the floor as his eyes starred at the small book in his hands. It was a book with horses and a farm on the cover. Sam stayed in awed for a few moments.

Dean knew his little brother was a smart cookie, and when he and his dad had found this book he immediately thought about his little brother. "You know there are a lot of pictures in that book?"

Sam smiled and quickly went through some pages. They were nice pictures of farms, hot summer days, horses and all sorts of other farm animals.

"You wanna read it to me?" the little boy asked his brother.

"Maybe tomorrow," Dean told Sam. "Now you should probably go back to sleep.

But Sam could not go back to sleep. "Well, can we watch some television?"

Dean understood that Sam was now all pumped and excited. They got comfy on Sam's bed and Dean turned on the television. It didn't take long for little Sam to fall asleep next to his old brother, his book still in his hands…

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Everything was dark. Sam could not open his eyes. He tried to figure out what was going on around him but could only hear random shouts and sirens. What was going on? Where in the world was Dean?

He suddenly felt being lifted up, and that is when he remembered everything. The barn had collapsed. Everything had gone black right after it. But the book? That had had to be some sort of dream.

"Sir, I need you to calm down!" said an unknown voice. Sam was starting to make sense of all the sounds around him, and the female voice got to him first.

"But he's my brother, damn it!" a familiar voice seemed to be struggling to get to him, Sam thought to himself. It didn't take long to realize who's voice it was.

"Dean?" Sam whispered.

"Sam? Sammy!" Dean seemed to be a few feet away from him. Sam tried to open his eyes but the sunlight was too bright for him. He suddenly heard doors closed and he felt as though he had gotten into a roller coaster ride.

"Dean?" he whispered again, but this time Dean didn't answer. Panic took over Sam. Where was his brother? Why was he alone all of the sudden?

Why did he feel so weak?

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Minutes that felt like hours went by, and Dean paced around the waiting room of the ER. It was still early in the morning and Dean was surprised that the room wasn't filling up with old folks or mothers with sick baby. It was a rather small hospital, and Dean was grateful for it. The police still scared him and the last thing he and Sam needed was the feds finding out that they were both still alive.

A door opened behind Dean making him jump. A woman in her mid 20's appeared, wearing a white lab coat and her dark hair up in a ponytail. She pushed her glasses up her nose and took a look at the man standing up.

"Mr. Turner?" she asked.

"How is he?" Dean walked to her, anxious to know what the next words would be coming out of her mouth.

"Your brother is in a stable state. He has several broken bones in his right arm and both legs while his head did sustain serious injuries as well…"

"But will he be okay?" Dean cut in. He didn't care about medical details. All he needed to know was if Sam would be okay or not.

"We won't know fully until he wakes up. We still need to get him a scan for his head and he is still unconscious." The words echoed in Dean's head and he fell as though he would never be able to move again.

"Can I go see him?" At this point all Dean could do was staring at the floor. How could he look into the doctor's eyes, knowing that it was his fault if his brother was lying in a hospital bed right now?

"He is resting now, but you can go and see him just for a little while." That sentence caught his attention. He looked up at her to see her smile. "Follow me."

His heart paced faster each step he took. The room seemed to be miles away and Dean just wanted to run to his brother's side and never leave. Suddenly the hospital felt bigger and it was like he was walking small paces. Where the hell could that room be?!

The doctor finally stopped in front of a room. The door was closed and the lights seemed to be turned off.

"Your brother is in here. Luckily he has his own private room. You can go in but only until I come and get you."

Dean's heart stopped as he pushed the door. "Thank you, doctor…?"

"Lang." She smiled at him and started to walk back the way they came.

Dean finally walked in and that's when he saw him, lying in the only bed in the small room.

"Sam."

No other words were said as he sat down in the rocking chair next to the bed.