A/N: Hey guys! Remember me? Probably not, but oh well. Anyway, I've been away for a while but I'm back now. I found this little thing on my flash drive last night at around 1 in the morning when I decided to keep writing on it. Tell me if it's any good please! I'm thinking about another chapter but I'm not going to post it if I don't get some kind of a response. So please review it!

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the season DVD's. I'm making no money off of this.

Senses Dulled
Sam

Safety. It's what Sam wants more than anything right now. He limps away from Jake's still body. He hears a voice but thinks he must be dreaming. It sounds like Dean. Sam rounds a corner and shouts out Dean's name. The brothers stop and stare at each other for half a second, as if in disbelief that the other is there. Sam can't believe that he had told Jake that he thought Dean might not have been able to save him. Dean could always save him. God, he is so tired. Sam begins to half run towards Dean.

Tunnel vision sets in. Dean's face was all that was left of his world. He thought he might have seen someone else, but nothing else mattered. He is hurt, but Dean would fix it. He is tired but Dean would watch over him when he slept. The Demon is after him but Dean wouldn't let him get Sam. Sam feels himself slipping back into his childhood state. Dean was here and Dean would take care of everything.

Sam sees Dean's face twist. He wonders why Dean started to yell his name out. I'm right here Dean, Sam wants to say, but he is too tired and confused. Suddenly, a white hot pain shoots through his back. Sam tries to cry out for his protector but no sounds make it past his lips. Pain, God the pain. Pain hurts. What's going on? So much pain. All Sam feels is pain. He doesn't feel his knees buckle and strike the ground. He doesn't feel the small, sharp rocks bury themselves in his hands. Pain.

Familiar? Leather. Dean. Sam feels the one thing in the world that he believes can save him. Dean's leather jacket has never felt so warm and inviting. Dean is talking to him, telling him not to go anywhere. Where would I want to go? You're here, Sam tries to say but the pain prevents his voice. He starts to feel the sticky sensation of blood coursing down his back. But the seemingly endless flow slows when Sam feels a hand pressing hard against his back. But these feelings start to drift away. His senses dull. He feels nothing, not Dean's firm grasp and hug. He loses the smells. No longer is there the comforting smell of leather. The taste of his dry mouth, blood, and dirt has vanished. He tries to push his tongue around his mouth but no taste comes to him. His vision comes in and out of focus. Sam catches a glimpse of hazel eyes, brimming with tears. If those eyes are wet, something must really be horribly wrong, Sam thinks. He can't do anything but think and hear. He can hear, but can't react. Then his hearing starts to fade away. The last thing he hears is a shout of his own name.