As they finally arrived back at the hotel, Sam was starting to get more worried about Dean.

He was looking an icky shade of grey, more pale than he normally was, and had spent the last few minutes moaning out loud.

Sam wasn't even sure he realized it.

He must be in serious pain for that to happen.

Sam pulled up in front of their door, thank God for motel parking, and went around the passenger side to retrieve Dean.

"C'mon dude, let's get you in."

"Fuh, fuck, Sam, it huh..hurts like a bitch."

Dean was near panting now, trying to calm his nerves more than anything.

He had felt pain before, but this was a whole new level, that Dean knew couldn't be good.

At all.

His ankle throbbed in time with his heartbeat, with his every breath.

He felt it in all his nerves, all the way through his entire body.

An agony so fierce it made him want to scream out loud.