Hey guys! I know, long time, and I have so many prompts waiting.. but y'know college, 's kicking my ass.. to the curb, if you may. Anyways, thought I'll come in here on one of my busiest nights where I should be doing my Math homework and study for test, just write something for you guys. A requested prompt. Feed y'll some Hurt!Dean and some Hurt!Sam, how does that sound?

This one's dedicated to:

"littlemissnerdfighter

Hurt!Dean Prompt
Dean rescues Sam and is injured badly, and doesn't tell Sam."

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Sam really thought he was screwed this time. He didn't tell his brother where he was going and why or where. For all Sam knew, Dean could be dozing peacefully right now while Sam's about to get chopped in fifty and fed to "The Boss'" pet Lion named 'Zab'.

Dammit, he should have really told Dean, ha? Or at least left a note saying something within the lines of 'Hey, 2:30AM, I know, but I garra go out and check on that 24/hour pharmacy's manager for some reason. Help me out, ya? In case you sense that I'm being fed to the lions. Love y'bro. Sam'

That would've been so nice. Only if Sam had left him a note or at least took his cell. "How many freaking times have I told you, Sam! You don't leave anywhere without your frigin' phone!" Dean just yelled at the walls, because it's been an hour and Sam's not back and Dean's getting all sorts of fucked up feelings.

"Oh god.." Running his hand, for the two hundredth time, through his hair he cursed again under his breath. Sam still wasn't back. It was 3:50AM now and Dean's about had it. Yes, Sam was a big boy now, but this wasn't about being an adult it was about their semifucked up lives and people out to kill them. They had to watch out at all times. Even in their sleep. That's why Dean never slept without that knife under his pillow.

"Fuck it." Only an awesome story starts with those two terms and now I'm not sure this will be completely awesome, but lets see. After grabbing his cell and Sam's from his bed and his jacket with his keys he made out to his baby. Stunning, as always, under the stars just waiting all the time and so patient. Dean only wished all women were like her. Patient.

"Chop chop, mofos. I ain't got all day. Zab's making elephant noises now out of hunger specially if you tease him and move this giganter in his face." Someone ordered, waving a gun the two men sharpening knives that were about fifteen to twenty inch long. Pretty much a sword you could call it. All Sam could think of was..

"I'm not dying here today.." Yup, not today. Get workin', Sammy. Those knots ain't going to untie themselves. Dean would laugh at you, look at you, miserable. Weak.. About to be weak meat for a hungry lion. Sam mentally lectured himself while the tip of his fingers worked bloody at those knots. There was no way this was happening. Better get them busy before ready.. "You people are sick."

"Very sick, but I'll be okay once I take my pills after I enjoy your liver kabob style." They must be russian or italian.. Kabob? Or middle eastern, who knows. They were still sick.

"My brother's going to kill you!" Sam barked at them. His wrists pulling, the only reason his voice got cut off.. from a whimper that case out of him he didn't realize. He'd worked his wrists almost out of joint. They were rough, bloody, and greener than a healthy patch of grass. Bruises all over his arms from when the men pushed and pulled him around. Squeezing the shit out of his bones. He'd throws a few good hits himself and those three he got good now sat in their corners with frozen meat held to their faces while they glared holes through Sam.

"That's if he gets past our guards." The shorter one spoke again. His knife meeting the knife sharpener every second while he sat across from me over a quilt laid out on the floor. All his tools ready. They were really, legit, going to chop Sam up. Like, what the hell. "In a heartbeat." Sam replied heatedly. He couldn't wait till Dean actually came, ripping them apart just to get to his little brot-"Whatever you say. Just so you know, they got a lot more claws and sharper teeth than this one." -Oh god.. The guards are freaking Loins! Oh god.. "and they're a lot more hungry that Zab, since Zab's not a /wild' one like them" No.. Dean, oh god..

"Please, no, not my brother.. Please, just leave him out of it. Take me, that's it. Don't hurt him.. " Now Sam was begging. They couldn't freaking fight nature. They don't know how to fight lions. Holy shit they were screwed and it was all his fault. "Please.. Please! Just let me call him.. Just-"

"We didn't bring him in, you did. That's not our problem. Get him on the table and gag him." He said with an order than someone was untying him. Sam tried to fight and swing by they overpowered him. Huge strong arms held him down while he yelled for his brother. Guilt and pain in his voice. "God DAMMIT. Gag him already!" Sam spit the cloth back out and bit the next guy "Horseshit!" Then the shorter guy had another cloth on Sam's mouth suffocating him for a few seconds then the pressure of his mouth disappeared and Sam took a long breath in immediately regretting it.. As all he breathed in was chloroform and it was already limping him physically.

"Oh, would you listen to that.." He spoke, Sam was hazy.. weak. The light was fading and the voice was getting thicker and quieter "Looks like your brother's met the guards in the yard" A loud lion's roam and Sam's eyes shot open then the clothes was back and Sam was out again. Begging with his last coherent breath.

"Damn, that sounded hungry. What do you got to hide to keep a guard dog for?" Dean was just mumbling to himself slowly driving down every alley looking for Sam when in one he heard a very loud and angry growl. He passed the place then turned around at the end of the alley and turned back coming down when he heard another growl. This time, he stopped. That definitely ain't a dog for sure. When Dean flashed his light, two green eyes met him. Too big to be a dog's and then two more then two more. Well shit. for all he'd learned so far: These looked like huge cats, but it was too dark so Dean got out the car and approached the fence when one bug cat jumped the fence letting out a lion's hungry roar.

"Holy shit, these are lions.." Surprised, scared, excited, but mostly suspecias. There was something definitely happening in that small cabin in the middle of the yard with hungry wild lions walking lose around it. Sam's missing, this place is suspicious, the 24 hour pharmacy spoke of some italian-russian looking men in tight suits and shiny metal.. Mafia-ish dark wheels and lion luxury. This was definitely something new Dean thought glancing back at the three similar black jeeps parked out in the road.

"Okay, genius. What's the plan" He spoke to himself. Who know where was Sam and how he was.. "No, Sammy's fine." He assured himself and took a deep breath then climbed the fence up. This was going to suck big times.

"NghaaaHHHHHHHHHHHHh.. mmh..mhh" Again and again, Sam screamed and the more he screamed the more he felt weak. He knew with every scream the cut bleed more. No wonder he got weaker.

"If you'd just stop struggling, everything would be much easier" The taller man casually said as if he's done this a dozen times. He probably had. These sick, twisted fuckers probably killed many and fed the evidence to their lions. "Screw..y-you.." Even if they do get caught, without the evidence they can't get in for much.

"Get his thigh, I got this." Right when the shorter man had started to dig the blade in Sam's thigh and Sam had passed out again with another scream, someone burst into the cabin, but wasn't even standing.. The handsome lookin' burst in and went straight to the floor which made the ones in the corner laugh. "Ha! Someone actually did survive past the guards, but just more for us to prep and feed on."

They really didn't thought Dean had it in him to even more.. when Dean picked up his head from the floor and aimed his white pistol at the shorter guy and shot him in the head. "Asshole" was all Dean said when the next men were already pulling out their guns. "Not gonn' happen, especially if you touched my little brother" Dean didn't care that they were human and he shouldn't have shot them, Sam would say, but they made the mistake of taking Dean's brother and that's enough a reason for Dean to end a life. In the next thirty five seconds three more were heaving on the floor from a bullet to the chest and the last 'chef' standing Dean took the pleasure to knife with their own.. Swords they looked like. Sick bastards hurt his buy.

"Sammy.. " He whispered, he didn't have much energy left from fighting off the freaking lions clawing him up. "'m here, bro" He slummed down again with a grunt. Pushing himself up for the third time. His baby brother needed him and he couldn't wuss out weak now. "C'mon, Sammy. Show me those puppy dog..dog eyes'f yours" knifing the leather straps he felt up his brother and weakly slipped Sam's own handkerchief and his on the deeper cuts and tied it as hard as he could to stop the bleeding.

"Looks like they..they barely started on'ya" Weakly chuckled, running his fingers and pushing back Sam's hair. "Aw's good t'see you, Sammy.." He said to himself honestly, rubbing at his brother's cheek trying to wake him up. "That's is Sammy, c'mon, tell me you're happy to see me too, ha?" Eyed moving under the lid, Sam was finally coming around.

When his eyes opened, he saw a slightly smiling Dean and it looked as if Dean had pulled some stupid prank and was waiting for Sam to find out. "Wher'm I..?" He asked, hazy of everything. "Do lions ring a bell?" Dean tried to look as okay and least beat as he could when he spoke. "Oh my god, I have to warn De-" "hey, hey! Sammy, 's me, Dean. I know. I took care of it" He waited till Sam was aware of what was going on then Sam had him in a crushing half hug. Dean did his very best to not whimper. "Oh my god.. Dean, Dean how did you.. are you.." Sam was breathing and looked lost. Probably adrenaline or he would have cried out of pain by now.

"C'mon, we garra go Sammy. Okay? We have t'go now." His left arms slipped under Sam's shoulder and he hauled Sam off the torture bed and the second Sam's legs hit the ground he went weak. "It's okay 's okay, kiddo. Take a breath and slow it down. I got you." Sam nodded after a few seconds and to the faraway sound of sirens he picked up speed and himself. "Lessgo"

With grunts and groans, Sam and Dean slowly made it out the cabbit and past the poor dean now not so hungry dead lions Dean had shot. He felt bad, but they left him no choice and in his trunk he had everything but a tranquilizer.. He really felt bad for killing them. "N-not your fault.." Sam spoke hoarsely and Dean just let out a "pfft" as if he wasn't really thinking about the lions. tough guy act. "Seriously, 's not 'kay?" Dean pursed his lips and settled Sam down in the passenger seat, about to close the door when Sam pulled at his sleeve "D'n.."

"Okay, I know. I promise.. 'm okay, nothin' i could've done" Dammit, Sam, both of us don't need to lose more blood standing here talking and feeling bad about the animals.. He didn't say it out, but that was the accidental bullet wound's idea under his shirt.

To Be Continued - like Tomorrow, 'm writing and posting the second chapter 'cause I'm beat right now to continue..

A/N: Alright, very tired, and if I continue then there will be much more dislike to this story than it already will have for the errors. SO tomorrow when I'm at my best, I'll type up chapter two and send it out your way.

Chapter two is where we get to the second part of the prompt. "badly injured and doesn't tell Sam"

Stay tuned!

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~SayLo