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Sam pushed the stolen car from the hotel car park as hard and fast as he could, throwing care to the wind. It wouldn't even affect him if the cops tried pulling him over. He would just keep going. Anything to get to Dean quicker, in fact the cops would be great he thought. They would clear the road for him, but then his mind kicked back over and remembered the cops would only cause more trouble and raise questions over Dean being in a locked crime scene.

Slowing down only a little bit, he slammed a hand on the steering wheel. Hitting Dean's number again he swallowed the lump in his throat as it rung out. 'Come on Dean, answer the damn phone you jerk!' Despite being half an hour out of town he made it back in fifteen minutes, tapping impatiently on the steering wheel with his hands, five more minutes from the house and five minutes to far from his brother. Distracting his mind he pulled up in front of the house in more record time and jumped out even faster, running for the door he threw it open and looked around for the basement door.

Stopping in front of the doorway he took a deep breath to steady himself before going down. He didn't know what he was going to find, he could only pray Dean was okay. Just a bump on the head from a fall down the stairs maybe. Turning the knob it didn't move, there was no key or lock on the door. Something was trying to keep him out.

Sam slammed his shoulder and full body weight into the door but it didn't give. Reaching to his belt he pulled out the handgun he carried there and fired a few rounds in to the door knob, kicking it open then he shone his flash light down the staircase and felt his heart stop for a minute. The light illuminated his prone brother, pale and unconscious in a pool of blood around his face. Gripping the rough banister Sam called tentatively out to his brother, knowing he wouldn't reply. When he reached the bottom he rolled Dean over on to his back, noting his phone lit up some few feet away.

Turning his gaze from the phone back to his brother, Sam fell backwards on to his ass in shock. All coloured drained from his face and his breath started coming in short gasps. 'Oh God.. Dean.' Sammy didn't even think about any other injuries his brother may have gotten from the fall, he lifted him in to his arms quickly, running on pure adrenaline.

With his big brother in the back seat of the car Sam slammed his foot down on the gas and headed for the nearest hospital. He remembered seeing a sign as he drove in for Edwards Hospital in the town centre. Sam couldn't help but worry about Dean, whether it was too late or not, if he had been too long to stop any irreversible damage. He didn't even know how he was going to face his brother when he woke up, this was something neither of them was prepared for.

Pulling in tot he hospitals emergency entrance, Sam left the car running and the door open. Grabbing Dean's unconscious body he ran inside, yelling for help until one of the nurses came out and helped him, steering him towards a bed where he laid his brother gently, squeezing his shoulder before the nurse took him away, telling Sam he couldn't follow but she would send someone out soon with news.

Sinking against the wall and sliding down to the floor, Sam buried his head in his hands before tearing them through his hair and gripping against it, pulling slightly, letting out a pained growl of frustration and guilt. How could he leave his brother like that, leave him without back up or no protection? Dean wasn't as strong as he made out to be, sure he could manage a job or two on his own; but lately he had come to rely on Sam. But he had left him there alone, to walk right in to danger over a few price words shared after a bad day of arguments.

Rising slowly, Sam pulled his phone out and stared down at it. He should call Bobby he thought. Let him know what had happened, that Dean was in hospital. He needed somebody else right now, and Bobby was as good as the company could get for the two brothers. Especially since they didn't have their dad anymore, though Sam found himself slightly thankful for the absence of their dad right now. The thought of what he would face from John Winchester, Marine; was almost unbearable.

Though Bobby wasn't as bad with the judgement and blame game, he still would deserve what came his way from the only father figure they ever really had in their lives. Bobby was there for them in more ways then their own father, Sam hoped the sound of the senior hunters voice was help calm him down right now, while he waited for news from the doctors on Dean's situation.

Hitting Bobby's name he took a deep breath and help the phone to his ear, willing the man to answer.

'Singer.'

'Hi, Bobby it's me Sam.' He tried to keep the tension from his voice, forced a calm tone out through his teeth and over his relenting tongue. He just wanted to scream and cry, and hit things right now. He would never forgive his own weakness.

'Everything alright boy? You sound a bit tense there, something I need to know?'

'I need you to come to Naperville, Illinois. Dean's in the hospital, he got hurt on the hunt and I think it's pretty bad, I could really use your help right now.' Sam held a hand over his eyes, stanching the welling tears that threatened to spill over. God he was so stupid.

'How bad is it, are you okay kid?'

'I'm fine Bobby. I don't know yet, still waiting for a doctor to come get me, they wouldn't let me through with him.' The old hunter was silent over the phone for a minute before replying, he announced he would be there in around three hours. He was on the road already, on the way back from a job he'd just worked. 'Thanks, I guess I will see you soon, and Bobby, thank you.' Sam hung up just as a doctor came through the emergency room doors.

'Are you the one who brought the unconscious male in fifteen minutes ago?' Sam nodded, anxious for news. 'You can come through now, but I should warn you that the news isn't going to be good. If there is anybody you need to call I suggest you do it now.' The doctors voice was firm, but it was what he needed right now.

'I already did, our father is coming now.' Sam told the doctor, it was a lie they had used many times over the years, especially when John wasn't around and one of the boys had gotten sick or hurt in Bobby's care. Plus it saved them needing to use a scam for health insurance, Bobby had both the boys under his.

'Well come through this way then, do you have a name?'

'Sam Singer, and he's my brother, Dean.' The doctor nodded and wrote the names down on the board he was holding. 'Does your brother have any allergies to pain medication or other medicines?' Sam shook his head, 'does he do drug or smoke?' The doctor just kept asking questions as they walked through the ER department, Sam just wanted to see his brother. Know if he was okay. He shook his head again.

'Before we go in,' they had stopped out he front of a personal room 'I need to ask what happened, these are serious injuries your brother has sustained. Do we need to call in the police, did someone harm your brother?' Sam knew what he was underlying, did he hurt his brother. He wanted to say yes, because initially it was his fault, but that would be pointless.

'Uh I'm not too sure, I was on the phone to him. We'd had a fight and I sort of drove off. I called him to apologise and ask where he was, he told me he was walking back to our hotel room and then he shouted and that was it... the phone went dead.' Sam hoped he would have the chance to run all this through with Dean when he woke up, before he got asked anything else. 'Doc, is he going to be okay?'

'I'm going to assume you understand some of the injury, as you brought him in yourself. We are still waiting for some tests to come back, x-rays and CT Scans, but the real damage wont be known until your brother wakes up. He has head trauma, a few broken bones. But it's his eyes I'm worried most about.' The doctor opened the door and Sam stepped in, his brother was still unconscious, propped up with pillows and filled with tubes.