Yes, it's the next day and like I promised: I'm back with the last chapter 2. I'll write it then post it and y'LL BETTER REVIEW!

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The drive home was messy. First Sam couldn't get into the car without crying out in pain and alerting all the officers not even fifty feet away at the scene. Then once Sam got in with many moans and groans, he freaking got stuck under the chair.. His damn huge legs. It isn't even explainable. Dean was just too puzzled and hazy to think anymore, so he shoved his brother in and slipped into the driver's seat with a hidden whimper.

Once at the motel, he then had to carry Sam's gigantor ass inside while his side felt like it ripped open and his lung probably fell out. "Dammit.. freaking, what.. did you eat the weights or exercise with them?!" Dean was breathing, for some reason he couldn't bring down his heartbeat either and he felt really much like passing put any second, but his baby brother was cut up like a semi cooked kabob and unconscious which was really not good.

"C'mon, open up kiddo.. Thas't, swallow.. Swallow, Sam." Sam moaned and then swallowed the two pills Dean gave him. "That's m'boy..." Having Sam lay back down, he worked Sam's jacket off then his shirt. There were no cuts on him above waist and Dean had to practically peel Sam's pants off from all the blood dried between the pants and the skin. Sam would moan in pain and twitch, but that was all he was capable to do since Dean slipped him the good pills where Sam would be out completely till next morning and Dean was glad, because he did not want to cause his brother any more pain.

"No no no, Sam. Lay b-b'k down.." He found himself slurring, well that was bad. Dean didn't know what really was going on with his body, but he hurt like a mother fucker. Adrenaline was working on putting his own pain aside while he worried about Sam's well being. "I got you. I'll take care of't" Once in a while he'd reassure Sam even though by now Sam was beyond out. He was actually reassuring himself, because the only reason Sam's still breathing right now is because god was on their side today.

Hazily working through stitching Sam's thigh cut, he knew he couldn't hold up any longer. He had to do this fast before he passed out. Wrapping gauze and then bandaging it up he began on Sam's second leg. After a food forty minutes he was still applying healing lotion over the smaller cuts and vaseline over the bruises on Sam's arms and shoulder. Each bruise just pissed him off so much more.. He just wanted to go there and re-kill them or something. Nobody freaking touched his brother! "Agh.. awh, frick.. " Shit, he hurt.

"your 'kay.." He said again, running a hand through Sam's hair and pushing it back off his forehead. His little brother looked so small and so young. Just like when he was young and scared into Dean's lap just to sit there and lean back. Listening to Dean's heart bit till he fell asleep. Sammy was his heart and soul and the second he was born, Dean had mentally sworn in his life that he will protect the boy no matter what. Sammy was his kid and it don't matter that Sam was now almost 24 and no longer Dean's little boy. To Dean, Sam was always his little kiddo. His rock.

"Sleep tight, bitch.. and don't.. don't scare me like that'gain" Dean smiled to himself after pulling up the sheets on Sam and dimming the light. He straightened up with trouble and then just fell down.. Unconscious. Right between the two beds. Like the adrenaline stopped the second he stopped worrying about Sam and about all like life time's worth pain just rushed and tackled him to the floor. He didn't even move. A loud thud and he was knocked out on his left, a leg under him and an arm out in front of him. Temple his hard against the carpet floor and that was it for Dean. He fucked up and now he was going to die or well.. we'll see.

By the time morning came, Sam was nowhere near awake and Dean.. well, lucky him, he wasn't dead but he felt like it. He woke to the bird's chirping in the large tree outside their motel. Something was wet and touching him then he realized it was blood. Dripping from his side to his shirt and past it all over the carpet. Oh god.. he had to clean that and his side! He forgot to clean his side and see what the hell's going on. God dammit.. he could have Sam seeing this now, so he pulled the mini carpet over the huge red spot of the carpet right when Sam started blinking awake..

"mmh.. " Just a second ago Sam looked out like a light and now he was waking up. No.. Yes, but dammit, no. He was going to worry and fuss over Dean and probably be really angry. "wh'r'm I.. De?" He looked around to see no one since Dean was still under his vision on the floor. Dean tried really hard to move and then he finally did, but damn he could scream from how bad it pulled and ached. Sammy could /not/ know of this.

Holding onto the bed he took a few long hard breathed and tried to sound okay, then he pushed himself up covering his side with his Jacket and quickly got into Sam's vision leaving no space for him to examine Dean. "Hey Sammy, rise and shine." Checked sam's pulse quickly and felt Sam's head. No fever, good, means no infection yet. But he realized that he himself was feeling really hot so he quickly moves away his hand from Sam's head. He just needed to ride this one out and he'll be good.

"Dean.. the lions. Dean.. What happened?" Sam was more coherent now, running a hand at his eyes and rubbing away the blur. He hurt a little but not much. Things were a little hazy and he couldn't remember all too great. What the hell happened and how the hell did they get out? He thought the lions ate Dean and Sam was practically Dean too... "Dean?" He looked over at Dean who was miserably trying to walk straight. "Are you hurt? Dean, what the hell happened.. ?!"

Dammit.. why did he have to wake up now. Dizziness was getting the best of him and his legs weren't sort of working. He couldn't bring up the energy to even respond to Sam or move faster into the bathroom. Something felt like it was scraping off his insides and he just.. wanted to scream about it. Fuck, oh god.. "Dean.. Oh god, Dean?! No no no nonon.. " By the time Sam jumped off the bed and got to Dean, his body had already his the hard floor of the bathroom floor. Just past the door when his world spun and he saw himself falling. He yelped when his bloody side his the floor hard then the rest of the black dots took over his vision. "Dean!"

Sam made quick work in moving to Dean's side and turning his unconscious brother over. There was a small about of dried blood on his temple and there was a fresh cut right under it with new oozing blood. Where Sam was holding Dean's side he pulled back his hand and it was /completely/ blood soaked and that's when he realized Dean was ghost while. As if he had no blood in him. Blood was already pooling half on the carpet and half on the tile, travelling under Sam's knee. "Oh my god.. Oh god, Dean. I have to call an ambulance"

Forcing himself in Letting Dean go, Sam ran to the nightstand and snatched his cell quickly punching in the three digits and the fourth putting it on speaker while he returned to his brother and gave them motel directions. "Check his pulse again" The operator ordered and Sam realized that he hadn't checked it before.. He didn't even know of Dean was even.. No! No. Dean had to be alive. Wiping away a tear he moved his bloody fingers to Dean's neck and prayed. Finding a barely beating pulse. "Oh god.. " "I'm so sorry.. " "No! No, he's alive! Please hurry up.." Sam begged into the call then there were sirens outside.

Dean's bloody and pale frame was pulled out of Sam's arms and strapped onto the stretcher. His big brother was no longer in his arms.. just his blood was. Sam couldn't believe his eyes at all the blood and how Dean managed to not die through it. They kept telling Sam "It's going to be okay" but he kept shaking his head till almost three days later when Dean was finally awake and Sam finally stopped shaking his head.

"hey" was all Sam could say when he finally his brother's green brave eyess. Dean was fussy in his sleep that day and by the evening he'd try to wake up twice but failed. They had kept him heavily sedated and they still wanted to, but Dean was fighting the sedatives. You're in a hospital" Sam added when Dean's confused eyed started looking around. Dean still looked really white and ill, but the doctors said it's the infection and the major blood loss.

"S'mmy?" His voice was horras. His body was numb and his head was pounding a little.. "You 'kay?" He asked and Sam almost cried. He did cry, wiped it away, and then nodded. This worried Dean a lot that his head monitor showed signs of his heart beat picking up. "No no, Dean. Don't do this. Everything's okay. I'm okay. Your Sammy's more than okay now that you're awake" He took Dean's hand and squeezed it a little. Dean squeezed back then closed his eyes. He was so damn tired.. So sleepy.

"Go to sleep, Dean. I'll look after you." He sat on Dean's bed avoiding all the wires and tubes out of the way and ran his fingers through Dean's hair and Dean leaned into him till he'd lulled Dean back into sleep. He looked so young.. So angelic, those freaking hospital beds always made people look so innocent. Dean was covered in sheets and his head was nuzzled into the pillow as he slept peacefully. Dean was going to be okay. An accidental bullet throwback to his side that pierced through one of his rib and went out the back clear. Six deep gashes from the lion's crawls. Sixteen to twenty five stitches each. More than a hundred stitches in total all over his brother's body. Lost up to almost seven pints of blood almost all of it, but they were fast on hooking Sam and a few others up for transfusions and the only few pints of Dean's type pf blood they had left in the whole damn hospital. Things were critical till almost the second day's night, since Dean's body was having troubles and then everything was okay.

Dean was no longer critical, but it was going to take a while to get better and Sam would cuff him down if he has to but Dean was not going to leave the hospital till the doc says so. "Don't you ever do this again.." Sam whispered, taking Dean's hand and pressing his knuckles to his own lips. "Thank you.." he said next. He owed his brother his life. When things got better, he'll make sure to pamper Dean. Do as we say, not bother him, make him his favourite food and keep him happy. He freaking deserved it.

He sat there sitt he got sleepy too then sat in his chair with his head resting against the bed. Hand in hand with his injured brother, he slept the night a little more peacefully this time.

The End.

A/N: Hope y'll liked it. Please review and be nice with it. Leave me Hurt!Dean prompts if you wish. See y'll next time wit the next in line prompt!

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~SayLO