Supernatural does not belong to me, although I wish it did. I am simply playing in Kripke's sandbox for a bit. All rights and ownership are the property of Kripke and the CW network. I am not making any money from this; it is for my own personal pleasure.

Synopsis: Set at the start of Season One, Dean had been in a wheelchair since his father disappeared more than a year ago and he finally has to tell Sam… There'd been an accident that night and Dean had paid a very high price…one he still doesn't understand. The story will have some hunts from season one and possibly into season two…the brothers will continue their search for their father…there will be alterations to the hunts to accommodate Dean's new situation. I have every intention of returning Dean to good health before this ends…but getting there is going to be bumpy.

Please keep in mind that I do not have a Beta, so all grammatical errors are my own. Not Slash. Brotherly love and Angst only…

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Chapter 29

Power comes from Anger, Sam

Dean was sitting quietly on the trunk of the Impala when Sam walked up. Surprisingly he hadn't been that far from the diner…but with what he'd learned…he wished he'd been in Canada. He needed more time. Sam wasn't sure how to approach this subject with his brother and was worried about setting Dean off or that he himself would be too angry and hurt to listen. As he took in the hunched shoulders and the far off look in his brother's unfocused eyes, it caused him to sigh as he closed his own eyes in frustration, drawing in a deep breath of the cool autumn air.

"Dean?" He called, alerting his brother of his presence. Sam watched closely as Dean's posture immediately shifted and he threw his worried gaze in Sam's general direction…when the hell was his brother going to get better? He wondered silently. "You okay?" He asked before Dean could answer.

"Yeah…Sammy I'm fine…are you? Okay?" Dean's voice was low and filled with worry as he stared at the center of Sam's chest, instead of up at his little brother's pale face.

"Yeah, Dean…I'm fine. Can we please just head back to the motel?" Sam asked as he walked to the driver's door and held his hand out automatically for the keys. Dean immediately handed them over and felt his way around to the passenger side. Sam watched his movements carefully for any indication that Dean had been hurt by the shifter…he was relieved when he saw no pained movements readily evident in his movements.

"Why would it just let you go, Sam?" Dean said quietly as he continued to stare at his not so interesting shoes. He couldn't even see them clearly, but he knew they were there…obviously. He wanted…no…he needed to know what that bastard had told his brother…had he hurt Sam? If so, Dean was going to track down that flesh-thief and rip his arms off, before he drove a silver dagger into its black heart.

Sam sighed dramatically and reached up to run his fingers through his incredibly dirty hair…yeah, thanks for that…freakin stupid shape shifter… His head hurt where the guy had punched him in the jaw and he would more than likely have a decent shiner in the morning as well…luckily Dean wouldn't be able to see it…so he could lie.

"I don't really know, Dean…he said he had some information for me…he was supposed to educate me." Sam's voice was thick with emotion as he tried to push down his anger and the intense hurt he felt...that Dean wouldn't have ever told him about the weird aura thing…not without outside intervention. That hurt…a lot.

Dean's head snapped up in his direction and his face opened up as concern washed over his visage. "What do you mean educate you…educate you about what?" His fingers were twisting the material of his jeans as his nervousness rose exponentially the longer Sam was quiet. "Sam! What did it mean?"

That was the last straw…Sam's thin thread of control snapped. He was suddenly careening off the side of the road, the tires of the Impala rolling over the bumpy gravel road as the car lurched to a sudden and pulse pounding stop. Dean's body had gone absolutely rigid with the sudden stop of the Impala, his hands clawing at the door and panic racing through him as old memories of their father tore away at his tentative control. His breathing was suddenly rapid and thread-like as he tried to garner some semblance of control over this irrational fear that had developed...fear of his brother.

Sam was so focused on his anger that he completely missed the total all encompassing panic that flooded through his brother. He slammed the car into 'park' and turned angry flashing eyes on his older brother. He momentarily forgot that this was the brother that he was supposed to sacrifice to an eternity in Hell, if he lost control and took his brothers life in anger...Dean went straight to hell...do not pass go, do not collect $200.00…but Dean hadn't.

"You want to know what he had to say Dean? Really?" Sam shouted, the irrational anger filling with a desperate malice. His fists raising and suddenly slamming into the console, causing Dean to jump involuntarily and to shrink against the passenger side door of the car. He was desperately trying to see Sam's face…he could always tell just how angry Sam truly was by his face…but he couldn't make out anything past the blurred outline of Sam's body…but the aura was turning a brilliant bloody red at the center with blackened edges…and that wasn't something that Dean had ever seen before…and it scared him. "He said that you see that stupid aura-thing around me too…the same thing you see around demons…that you're seeing it around me too...and any other supernatural monster!"

Sam's voice was getting louder and lower the angrier he got, and the aura was shifting from shimmery to the solid black that Dean had seen around the demons…and Sam's face was getting clearer the more he yelled. "Sam…I…" Dean tried to defend his actions. But Sam cut him off with another slam of his fist, this time onto the back of the bench seat they were seated on.

"No! Dean, there is nothing you can say to justify this. You lied to me…you deliberately left me out of the loop…when you know how scary this whole thing is for me. What the fuck Dean? Don't you care about me at all? About how I feel?" Sam was so angry that he missed the slight tingle inside his head as well as the small fact that Dean's nose had started to bleed…his brother's hands shot up and grasped at the sides of his head as pain lanced through it.

"Sammy…I'm sorry…just wanted…to protect you…" Dean whispered as he felt consciousness slip and his head lolled against the passenger door, the blood running in thick rivulets down his lips and dripping onto his chest, only to be absorbed by his black t-shirt as though they never existed.

The suddenly boneless tilt of his brother's head stopped Sam's rant in its tracks…his eyes widened as he looked at the bright red blood trailing from Dean's nose and the slumped form that was breathing far too rapidly and shallowly for his comfort. It was almost like he'd been possessed, sorta the way he'd felt in the Asylum…what the hell had happened? How had he caused this frightened and bloody reaction in his brother? Guilt poured through him in enormous waves and Sam shrank against his own door as he stared at the unconscious form of his older brother. No…no…no…no…no…his mind kept repeating like a mantra. Maybe if he thought it enough…he could make it true…that he hadn't just somehow knocked out his brother with only his mind.

He'd been thinking about how badly he wanted to just punch Dean in the face…but he hadn't been seriously contemplating doing it…had he? Dean started to groan and then shifted slightly, his left hand coming up to cradle his aching head…anyone get the license of that truck? He felt like he'd been run over and then the driver had backed up to make sure that they got the job done properly.

"Dean?" A whispered question had him pressing further into the door as he thrust panicked eyes up.

Sam's own eyes widened in shock as he looked at Dean. The most intense guilt he'd ever felt beat him down as he looked at the red eyes of his brother…both eyes had all the blood vessels broken. The intense green of Dean's pupils was surrounded not by white…but by red…and they were still as unfocused as they had ever been. "Oh…God…Dean…your eyes." He gulped when Dean looked away immediately and pulled into a small ball. "I'm so sorry Dean…I didn't mean it…I never meant to…" Sam just wanted forgiveness…

"Uh…it's okay Sam…just…let's get back to the motel okay? We both need to sleep…and I don't want to deal with this right now." Dean managed as he slowly unfolded his lengthy form and settled normally into the seat. There was a slight tremble to his hands…but Sam looked away quickly in the hopes that he wouldn't have to see Dean's eyes again.

"Okay." He said quietly. Sam wanted to talk about what had happened…because he'd just hurt his brother…and he had no idea how or why that had happened…maybe he was destined to go 'dark-side'. If that was the case how did he avoid killing his brother? Dean would be the first one to go….the first line of defense for Sam's soul…how did he protect his brother from himself?

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The blessedly warm water from the slightly loose shower head washed over Dean's sore shoulders, tension driving knots into his hard muscles, as he stared blankly at the blurry drain as something that looked suspiciously pink washed down it with the warm water. He still couldn't understand what had happened with Sam tonight. Something was different…but he couldn't quite put his finger on it. The explosive anger…well that wasn't that out of character for his high strung younger sibling. But injuring Dean? That was completely out of character for his generally soft hearted brother.

Something had happened while that dam shifter had Sam…and it was up to Dean to find out what it was. He was staring at the shampoo bottle…it took him a moment to realize that something was different with him too…he could read the label on the bottle. He shook his head and reached up to rub his knuckles into his eyelids and then looked back at the bottle…he could still read it. His eyes were only slightly fuzzy…he could see the hot and cold symbols on the handles of the water. He could even see that the drain did have a bit of a pink hue to it.

Dean swallowed thickly and hurriedly turned off the water, grabbing a towel and wrapping around his slim waist. He ran a hand over the steam slick mirror and then stared in horror at his eyes…they were a mess. Brilliant red surrounded the normally forest colored green of the pupils…only the green was now an almost luminescent shade of green…he looked like some freak from the carnival or a haunted hayride. "Son of a bitch." He gasped, before turning and pulling the door of the bathroom open and looking frantically around for his brother.

Nothing…there was no one in the room but him. Sam's cell phone lay silent and abandoned on the table…and his duffel was missing…along with Dean's wad of cash that he'd thrown onto the bed by his pants. "Damn-it Sam!" Dean screamed into the empty room. His brother was gone…again.

TBC…

Author's Note: Short Chapter, I am already working on the next one and I should get that up either Sunday or Monday at the latest…so don't kill me for the cliff hanger…there's a reason I promise. There is a reason for Sam's outburst in the car...and it plays directly into the next chapter and the hunt overall.

Please Review: I would love to know what you guys think about the mixture of Canon and that original stories that have created this work of fiction.