A/N: So I needed some brotherly love in my life and having to wait so long for the next season I have decided to do a few short stories on Sam and Deans adventures! Some will be funny, some will be full of angst and most will probably be hurt Sam because...well it's a guilty pleasure! I know I'm still working on Angels, Demons and Humans which the next chapter will be up in the next few days!

Hope you guys enjoy and if you have any recommendations just let me know and I'll try my best to write it!

Disclaimer: I do not own them or anything to do with supernatural!

So this story I am basing the start of season two...although if you guys wanna place it elsewhere then that's cool!

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Dean pressed his foot harder to the gas pushing his baby on faster, the loud purr of the engine was a sweet sound to his ears. His brother groaned again and quickly his head darted to the right seeing his brother hunched against the window his arm placed firmly on his left shoulder trying to stop the constant flow of blood.

Trying not to let the amount of blood leaving his brother his brother worry him, Dean asked "You alright?" His eyes darting from the road to Sam constantly, if only his baby could drive herself.

"Peachy." He exclaimed through gritted teeth.

Ignoring the sarcastic comment Dean nodded, "Just hang on we'll be at Bobby's in ten minutes tops."

"Make it five." Sam groaned again throwing his head back in an attempt to stop the pain.

Dean chuckled but without much humour in his voice, "I'm already breaking all sorts of laws here Sammy." But nonetheless he pressed down harder on the gas pushing the impala forward.

"I'm gonna kill that ghost." Sam muttered in his attempt to take his mind off the constant pain pumping through his body.

"You and me both little brother." He nodded finally slowing down to turn off the lane towards Bobby, "We'll patch you up and kill the whore."

Sam nodded, relief washing over him as he saw the welcoming sign of Bobby's house coming into the distance. Breaking Dean pulled his car to a stop outside the front door where the lights were off and the door locked. Fiddling with the keys on the impala he found the key he needed before telling Sam to stay put as he went and unlocked the door.

Returning Dean opened the passenger side and help his little brother out supporting most of his weight as the pair of them struggled to the door. Trying once again to keep his mind of the pain from his shoulder he asked through gritted teeth, "Where's Bobby too?"

"Said is was across state hunting some vampire gang, said once we've sorted out our hunt we'd join him if he needs a hand." Sam lost his balance and began to plummet to the floor, Dean tensed able to keep himself and his brother upright. "Easy Sammy." He said his voice gentle as they made their way the next few feet to the sofa.

Sam nodded before he allowed himself to fall back onto the sofa relief washing over him as he now no longer had to keep himself vertical. Closing his eyes he kept his hand still firmly on his shoulder as he allowed himself to relax and drift off into semi-unconsciousness.

"Wakey wakey." A gentle voice brought him back to consciousness and opening his eyes he saw Dean bent down in front of him a first aid kit placed on the sofa. "Here lemme help." Dean muttered moving his arms to help Sam remove his hoodie.

"Trying to undress me now?" Sam asked trying to make the situation lighter.

"Don't look too excited about that."Dean replied studying him, "You attached to that T-shirt?"

Sam frowned questionably before nodding slowly, it was one of his favourites.

"Tough shit then." Dean laughed holding up a pair of scissors a grin smothered across his face, "There's no chance we can get it off, plus it's ruined anyway when that bitch stabbed you with...what the hell did she use?" He frowned questionably, turning his attention to cutting away the shirt from his shoulder.

"I think it was a fire poker we had used to hit her with." He replied.

"Bitch." He growled again examining the open wound of his brother's shoulder that was still seeping blood. Frowning he stood up and went to the cabinet rummaging through it until he found what he was looking for. He returned and with a forced smile handed Sam the bottle of whiskey, "Just don't tell Bobby that we used it."

Sam raised his eyebrows but took a greedy gulp keeping the bottle in his hands knowing he would need it. He watched as Dean looked through the first aid kit until he found the antiseptic cream and without spoken agreement he poured an over generous amount over the wound. "Man up." He muttered but without meaning it as Sam tensed throwing his head back in a pointless attempt to move away from the burning pain emitting from his shoulder. With a shaky hand Sam took several more gulps from the whiskey and watched with worried eyes as Dean took out a needle and thread.

"Sorry." He muttered before sitting next to his brother on the sofa his eyes firmly on the wound.

"Just do it." Sam managed to say before taking yet another drink from the bottle nearly emptying it.

Nodding Dean listened to his brother and began the task of sewing him back together. Sam did not say a word throughout the process his body tense his eyes never leaving the wall on the other side of the wall. Only once Dean had finished the last stitch did Sam take the last drink from the bottle before relaxing ever so slightly.

"Sorry." Dean muttered.

"Don't lie. You enjoyed causing me pain." Sam slurred his eyes closed trying to stop the spinning sensation.

"Yeah can't lie to you Sammy, I did a little bit." He chuckled before bandaging his shoulder and digging through their kit for any pain killers that will numb it for at least the time being. Finally finding what he wanted he handed two pills to Sam with a glass of water and waited expectantly until he swallowed them and laid back on the sofa.

"Thank." Sam muttered as he sighed visibly more relaxed.

"Don't mention it." He said but smiled nonetheless at his brother being grateful.

"I could have done it myself." He added afterwards.

Dean rolled his eyes, "We both know that you suck at stitches."

"Dude last time you let me attempt I was like thirteen it's no wonder I was shit, I only ever done it once before." He laughed at the memory.

"I'm glad you're laughing, we spent the night in the bloody ER cause of your attempt." Dean announced but with no venom. How could he be mad at little thirteen year old Sammy's first attempt at stitching him up? Seeing Sam yawn he continued, "Get some sleep the pain killers are making you drool everywhere." Dean couldn't help but laugh as Sam's eyes widened his hand moving to his mouth before he turned with a frown to his brother.

"You're such a jerk!" He announced before relaxing once again.

"Shut up bitch." Dean smiled as Sam allowed unconsciousness to overtake him. His father may be dead but he still had the most important person in his world and he would die before anything would happen to him!

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