Hey guys. I want to apologize for taking so long to update this story. So while I finish up the latest installment I'm going through and cleaning up this story and making a few edits along the way. Hopefully you'll enjoy this slightly newer version as much as you enjoyed the original. So yeah, thanks to those of you who have stuck with me since the beginning and to those of you who have found me along the way.

-Petey L

Sam Winchester heard the phone ringing through the worn old wood door that lead into the apartment he shared with his girlfriend Jess. As he dashed across the room to catch the phone, he paused a minute to check the caller ID. A dark sneer settled upon his face when the caller ID revealed a number he vaguely recognized as one of his Dad's old numbers. He started to walk away as the answering machine kicked in.

"Sammy?" Dean's thin voice echoed throughout the empty apartment and Sam's empty heart as he inwardly cringed at the weak tone of Dean's voice. In the split second it took his brother to say his name Sam knew something was wrong. Dean was a pillar of stoic strength. No matter what, Dean put on a strong front and Sam could hear that front crumbling bit by bit with each labored breath his brother took.

"Sammy please….". Hearing his brothers voice disjared his thoughts and he grabbed the phone, hoping he wasn't too late.

"Dean? What the hell is going on?" was all he could think to say.

"Sammy…." Was all he could make out over his brothers weak shuddering coughs. This was bad, really bad. "Had to hear your voice again Sammy", it wasn't said but Sam could hear for the last time tacked on to the end of that phrase.

"Dean what's wrong? Where are you? Something's wrong where are you?" Sam squeaked out as his throat closed in sheer terror. Time passed slowly as he begged his brother to answer him over the phone. The only thing keeping him glued to this world was the sound of noisy breathing echoing over the phone line.

He was about to call 911 when he heard another voice in the background. "Dean? Dean? Where the hell are you kiddo?" John's gruff voice cut through the air as it got louder and louder on the phone. Sam tried saying something back but no one would answer him. The next thing Sam heard was his father's voice.

He could hear his father's sad sigh as he approached his son and it did not comfort Sam one bit. When he was younger Sam believed his father could fix anything, and to some degree he still did. That child like innocence was just buried beneath years of anger and disappointment. That same hope made a resurgence as Sam prayed that John could do something because he was secretly terrified that he was listening to the last few breathes of Dean Winchester. He could hear his father trying to get some response out of Dean so he tried to attract his father's attention.

"Dad?" he practically screamed into the phone, "Dad what's going on? Is he all right? Dad!" His voiced sounded hoarse in his ears from all the yelling. Sam pressed his ears tot the phone to try and discern what was going on out there.

"God Dean what the hell happened?" his fathers voice said in a concerned tone. It was almost scary hearing the pain in his father's usually stern voice. "Dean come on open your eyes kiddo that's an order! Dean you hear me? Open those eyes!" John continued shouting those words and the occasional profanity.

The gaping slash beneath Dean's bloody and torn up T-shirt looked like it wasn't going to stop bleeding anytime soon. He needed to get Dean out of there and get that sewn up. He contemplated just taking Dean back to the motel and trying to do it himself, but Dean's pathetic attempts at breathing had him worried. He needed Dean to wake up now. He already lost Sam; John couldn't lose his only remaining child.

"Smmy?" came the sluggish, breathy reply to everyone's prayers. Dean struggled raise his eye lids a fraction of an inch and whisper, "Smmy? Whrs Smmy?"

"Hey kiddo thank god! Sammy's not here Dean you know that. He's at Stanford." It almost broke Sam's heart to hear his father say that. His brother was obviously seriously injured. Hell Dean was calling out for him, begging for him and all he could do was listen to his brother's dying pleases. He wanted so much to be where ever Dean was at this moment.

"You okay? Look over here Dean. That's right son; keep those eyes on me. There you go. Keep'em right there. Good boy" John's voice cut off Sam's dismal thoughts.

"He's right here dad, right here" Dean said in a tiny, painful voice. Sam could hear sounds of movement over the phone.

"What the hell? Dean let go of your phone and try not to move okay? Just stay still for a second everything is going to be okay" John's voice sounded on the edge of breaking. Sam heard more movement and resumed his yelling, but it seamed to not be doing any good. Just then he heard his father say, "Sam" , oh shit, Sammy! You there?" was all his father could choke out as he brought the phone to his ear. He held it there using the his shoulder and his neck because he needed his hands to try and stop the bleeding

"Yeah dad its me. What happened to him?" Sam managed to punch out.

He heard a heavy sight then his father said, "Its not good Sammy, its really not good. We were hunting this creature that was grabbing hikers up in Peers Park, it think that's kinda by you." Another deep sigh escaped John's lips. Sam didn't think it was possible but his father sounded more weary and nervous than before. "We found tracks going in two separate directions. I went one way and Dean went the other. I followed the tracks for a while but they stopped abruptly so I doubled back to your brother but it already got him."

"Is he ok?" Sam said in a voice a notch above a nervous whisper.

"The thing got him pretty good. His front is all ripped up and bleeding everywhere, and his left leg looks pretty messed up too" That last phrase was almost inaudible but Sam heard every word of his father's trembling voice.

"Dad, where are you?" Sam barely recognized the hard edge in his voice.

"Stay put Sammy. Ill take care of this." Was John's near instantaneous reply.

"No dad. He needs me!" it came out s a half sob, half threat but Sam hoped it would do the trick.

A deep silence filled the air for a few seconds before John replied, "Alright, I'm going to see if I can get him into the Impala and take him to the nearest hospital alright? Ill call you back when I get there. How's that sound Sammy?" God, he hated that nickname but he would let it slid for the time being.

"All right I guess. Peers Park is actually really close to me. Are you sure you don't need any help? I could be there in like 15 minutes." Sam was desperate to try and help his brother. Dean had protected and taken are of Sam his entire life, and Sam felt the need to return the favor.

"Hey kiddo we need to move you alright? Think you can move Dean?" John tried to say this in his calmest most soothing voice. God, when was the last time he ever spoke to Dean like this? The last time that came to mind was when Dean was six and was convinced that monsters were hiding in the bathroom because their shitty motel didn't even have a closet for them to hide in. Dean was always the stronger one of the two boys and it was killing John to see his little boy so ripped apart like this.

"I think so, yea." Came Dean's faint reply. He was barely there but he would do his best to hang on. He had to follow his dad's orders, and Sammy was there too. He couldn't let Sammy see him like this, all weak and whatnot. He was probably freaking out already and it was his job to keep Sam alive and happy. Without even thinking he mumbled, "Don't worry Sammy everything's gonna be k."

Even when he was hanging on by a thread, Dean still tries to protect me Sam thought as he grabbed his gear and raced to the door. HE still held the phone in a death grip to his ears. He couldn't physically be there for dean, but he was going to do his best to offer some kind of support for Dean. Dean needed him and Sam was going to help whether John wanted him to or not.

A cool wind picked up as John tried his hardest to stop the bleeding. Dean was hanging on, but he was losing his son fast. Dean's eyes slipped shut momentarily and John yelled, " Come on Dean stay with me kiddo. Keep those eyes open, that's an order!" John let out a breath he didn't realize he was holding when Dean's eyes snapped open and stared at him. " Alright kiddo ready to go?"

"Yea I think so" was all Dean could manage. He was so tired. Why was he tired? It wasn't even that late. All he wanted was to close his eyes and go to sleep but then his dad would just yell at him again, and nobody wanted that. It would probably freak Sammy out too so his eyes were going to stay open for as long as possible.