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Dean got back to the hotel in one piece, taking the long way in case the cops were looking for the other half of the car chase. Through the window, he could see Sam packing with his back to the door.

"How was your day?" Dean asked as he entered.

Sam answered without looking. "You were right. It wasn't an angel. It was Gregory." Dean could hear the disappointment. "I don't know, Dean." His shoulders slumped. "I just wanted to believe so badly. It's so damn hard to do this, what we do. We're all alone, you know? And there's so much evil out there. And you. . ." Sam threw a few more rolled up clothes into his bag. "I wanted to believe there was something watching out for us. That maybe it could help us."

Exhaustion finally won the best of Dean and he sat heavily on the other bed. He jostled his arm slightly and grimaced. "Yeah, well, it's funny you said that."

"What do you mean?" Sam finally looked at his brother. His eyes widened when he saw Dean's white face and how he was holding his arm. "Are you okay? What happened?"

"Gregory's spirit gave you some pretty good information. That guy was bad news. Barely got there in time."

Sam's frown deepened.

"He's dead."

"Did you. . .?"

"No, but I'll tell you one thing. If. . ." Dean took a second, reliving the accident. "The way he died, if I hadn't seen it with my own two eyes I never would have believed it. I mean. . . I don't know what to call it."

"What? Dean, what did you see?"

"Maybe." Dean shrugged the best he could. "God's will."

Sam looked taken aback for a few seconds. "Okay, uh, wow." He shook himself, focusing back on Dean. "What happened to your arm?"

"Ah, I just broke in that guy's window. Just taken a bit longer to bounce back." Dean tried to grin but it ended in a grimace.

"Maybe I should take a look. Can you get the jacket off?"

"I'm fine, Sammy."

"Dean, please. We need to be realistic. I know that sometimes cancer. . ." Sam and Dean both grimaced. "Please, just let me look at it."

Dean hesitated, but finally relented and attempted to peel off his outer jacket. His teeth gritted as he tried to keep his arm as still as possible. He didn't even try with the shirt, just ripped off the sleeve. A big purple-blue bruise was forming at the base of his elbow. The area was swollen and a general tinge of anger covered the majority of his arm.

Sam shook his head. "This doesn't look good."

"Never had an issue before," Dean grumbled.

"Yeah, well, you weren't sick before. Can you move it?"

Dean snorted like it was no big deal and forced himself to open his elbow as wide as he could. It wasn't very far.

"I think you might have broken it. We should take you to a hospital."

"Aw, come on, Sam. We don't go to doctors for every little thing."

"This isn't a little thing. And before you weren't dying!"

The silence was palpable.

"I'm not going to die, Sammy. But I don't wanna go to the doctor's either. Besides, we just ran up a whole bunch of medical bills and I wouldn't be surprised if there was a look out for us."

Sam grudgingly agreed. "But we still need to get you help."

Dean's eyebrows knit together as he thought, then he smiled mischievously.

"What?"

"You're not gonna like it."

Sorry that took a while! I had some tests and an orchestra concert. But those are all over for now.

Will update by Tuesday for sure! Hopefully sooner!

FYI, I've never broken a bone. At least not that I've known for sure... there was an ankle incident but that's neither here nor there. I can still walk so that's the important thing. So sorry if that's not exactly how a broken arm works.

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~abrokencastiel