i'm so sorry, i suck at expressing my ideas, i'll try to do better in the net chapter, i'm just so TIRED.

this fic will be an emotional rollcoaster. get ready.

Also, check out my other story "this is goodbye", I'm really proud of the second chapter of it, hehe

LAME TEASER(S)

And what was he expecting? Dean clearly didn't want to see him, he didn't knew what Will told him, his last memory of Sam was how he handed him a gun after, let's just say, an unpleasant rant.

"Sam, what are you still doing here?" Dean's doctor approached him, looking unsatisfied. "I hope you're not bothering him, otherwise-"

"No, no, I was just talking to doctor Warren for quite some time. He thinks he and I should talk."

"Well, no offense, Sam, but until Dean will be comfortable with you, I still can't allow you to see him."

"Yeah, yeah, I get it." he murmured. "When will he be released?"

"Well, firstly, I need to see how he's doing and if he's well enough, we'll move him to a regular room. We are still monitoring his heart closely, his vitals seems to stay stable, although, we are still giving him the oxygen and vitamins. After consultation with doctor Warren we decided to keep him on...

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"If you can talk with Will, you sure as hell can talk with me."

"Who says I want to talk to you" Dean asked.

"I'm sure you don't, but there are things that must be discussed. Once we talked I'll be outta here and let you rest."

"Why don't you get out now and save the trouble, huh?"

"Because once I do that, you will never talk. And you will ask them to secure your room or something or just sneak out somehow. Your wrists are bruised from trying to get out of the restrains. So, I'm not taking any chances. By the way, I'm already there."

"I ain't talking to you" Dean said, turning away. "You didn't want to talk for months, don't start now."

He didn't want this. He didn't want Sam interrogating him. He just wanted to be left alone.

Sam exhaled.

"Dean I… I'm sorry for what happened. I've been way too harsh on you. I… I didn't mean it, any of it. I mean I-"

"What, you didn't meant to come in, start shouting for God knows what and then give your broth- give me a g-

THE END OF LAME TEASTER

"There we go" a vampire slit Dean's wrist and held it over the bucket. "We're packing lunch" he explained.

He went back to pack his stuff.

Sam stared at Dean. He was unconscious and bleeding heavily, he wondered how they will get out of this one.

"Now, you're both going to die. Simple as that" vampire said out of the blue, like he owed Sam an explanation. He went back to Dean and leaned in to secure his hand over the bucket.

Dean suddenly jumped to life and inserted a needle he was hiding into the vampire's neck. Dead man's blood. The vamp fell to the ground screaming when poison worked through his system.

Another one jumped into the fight immediately.

Once on his feet Dean swayed a bit, blood loss hitting him hard; his world was spinning. But he had to fight through this. He attacked the vampire and a little while after he managed to chop its head off, he couldn't say how. He gathered all his strength, grabbed his knife and went to help Sammy by cutting ropes from one of Sam's hands as quickly a possible, breathing heavily. He completely forgot about the second blood sucking monster.

"Dean!" Sam shouted when the vampire stood up and attacked the older hunter. Dean was too dazed to register what was happening.

The vamp dropped him on the floor harshly.

He clearly wasn't pleased for a shot of dead man's blood and killing his so called brother have't improved his mood either.

Dean hit the floor with a thud.

Sam hurried to cut the rest of the ropes when he saw Dean laying completely stunned on the floor.

Dean hit the floor hard.

His breath hitched, his vision wavered, everything was fuzzy. He couldn't hear anything, blood pounding in his ears way too loud and ribs screamed bloody murder at him. Dean peered his eyes a little and saw someone looming over him so he tried to fight, hunter's instinct still refusing to let him go.

The older Winchester felt a sharp pain - that someone cut his throat and loomed over.

Oh crap.

He was about to become a dinner.

Dean tried to fight it, he really did, but his arms weren't responding like they should have, his vision was fading into black abyss and he was falling, falling, falling! Numbness was taking over him in a speed of light.

In the end, he gave up, but he could have sworn he heard someone calling his name.

Sam was frantic.

He managed to cut the rest of the ropes that was holding him and kill the vampire looming over his brother, but Dean was laying on the floor, still bleeding, pale as a sheet and unresponsive.

"Dean?!" he shouted.

He kneeled in front of his sibling.

"Heeey, Dean? Open your eyes for me, c'mon man, you're scaring me. Dean?"

He tapped Dean's face. His skin was clammy and cold. Lips had a tingle of blue, which meant he wasn't getting enough oxygen. Things can never be simple for them, can they?

"Dean?" he asked again hopefully, getting nothing.

He quickly tore his shirt and wrapped Dean's still bleeding arm. Friggin blood sucking vampires.

"Oh, man, you've lost so much blood… Dean?" he slapped Dean's face again and again, trying to get a response. No response meant they're in a deep shit.

Dean moaned.

"Dean? Hey, open your eyes, Dean." Sam gently shook him, studying his face. If Dean would regain consciousness maybe everything will turn out okay. But Dean was slipping under again, Sam needed to try a new tactic. "Wake up!" he shook his sibling harder. "That's an order, Dean."

To his surprise, Dean did. Of course, barking orders at Dean like John Winchester would do always seemed to do the trick.

His eyes were glazed over and unfocused, Sam noticed and then shivered himself.

They were in a deep shit.

"Hey, Dean, we need to go and help Jody, okay?" he told Dean with a voice of a five year's old. " Now we gotta stand up, okay, Dean? Whatever you do, just don't go to sleep, alright? No sleep, Dean. C'mon."

Lack of response from the older Winchester gave him chills, it was never a good thing. If Dean was bitching and complaining about everything, he knew everything will be okay, it was Dean's way to hide his pain and make him feel better, but when Dean got silent… Oh boy, when he was silent it meant they were way over their heads and everything was spinning out of control.

He quickly pulled Dean to his feet, trying to be as gentle as possible. He was happy to see him standing, but all his optimism died as quickly as it was born; Dean instantly went ghostly shade of pale and collapsed to the ground. Sam catched him and held him upright.

"We better hurry up" he murmured more to himself that Dean.

Sam dragged his brother down the stairs and put him on the couch. If he needed to fight a vampire, Dean won't help anyway.

"Stay there and try to stay awake, okay? I'll be right back" he told Dean, trying to catch his eyes, but he was already a lost case.

It felt so wrong to leave his brother like this, even if he knew he'll be back in a matter of minutes. He can't leave Jody.

And why did it always ended up like this? Every time they were at each other's throats something bad, like this bad, happened.

Oh man, their luck sucked.

it sucked, but review, maybe?^^