I'm sorry, I suck at writing first chapter. Well, i can spoiler you that there's gonna be a freking drama up here! i'll upload it tomorrow, you'll see :}

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"You can't stand the thought of being alone"

Well, Dean was alone, and no one was there for him. Not anymore, at least.

Sam told him very clear, that he's done with Dean's bullshit. He's done, which means, Dean can stop bothering to get Sam even to think about him.

Sam doesn't want or need to know how he's holding on, how things are to him, how his health is. No, Sam doesn't need to know.

Dean even wondered, what would happen and what Sam would do if he would be wounded. Would he even care? Would he try to help him? Nah, probably not.

Oh, and he felt so tired all the time, just sucked out. He didn't want to get up from the bed, but he couldn't sleep either. What a torture.

Even his own mind hadn't left him alone; it kept attacking him in the most painful ways as possible. His mind told him what he already knew: that he's a worthless, pathetic piece of shit, and there's no use of keeping him alive. None. So what the hell he's doing here, huh? Question worth a million.

And then, Sam found a case. He, of course, had had to go with him.

Tired, irritated, full of self loathing and self hatred Dean was a really reckless, suicidal and dangerous Dean. And even if Sam knew it, he didn't show it.

"What's the hunt about?" Dean asked, his voice sounding weird.

"Uhm... ghost, i think. The place is being hunted for a few years, i think and it's not some kind of abandoned building, but a small motel. All victims where spending few night in that motel, and all of them killed themselves in one way or gotta talk to theirs relatives and figure out more details, there's nothing on internet. So, you're going?" Sam asked.

Dean just nodded, feeling very sleepy.

"Okay then, let's go."

When Dean got to the Impala Sam was already sitting in the passenger's seat, which meant, that Dean has to drive.

What a prize for sleepless nights.

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Dean was driving for nearly 4 hours now, in a complete silence, and he was bone tired, he could barely keep his eyes open. And on the top of it, headache appeared, and not the gentle kind. It felt like his head being split in two, and the more he drove, the more intense headache appeared to be. He even felt these little needles of pain shooting somewhere in his neck. It drove him crazy.

And finally, they were at the motel. Dean could have danced from happiness, but he was too tired for it and his hurting head wouldn't let him do it, so he'll just wait until Sam registres them and then he will go to sleep.

Dean was so deep in his thoughts that he hadn't even heard Sam calling him by his name. And only when he shook him by the shoulder, Dean woke up from his trance and saw a little worried Sam's face in front of his.

"You're coming?" Sam asked, looking at him weirdly.

Dean nodded again and followed.

Strange feeling never left him alone.

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Sam stared at Dean from the middle of the room.

The second they came here Dean fell on the bed farther from the light, and never moved again.

Sam couldn't believe his eyes, it was just 6pm. But Dean was acting kind of weird all day, all these frowns while driving, clenched fists, his weird acting, and he was freaking pale. That was kind of strange, out of order, but Sam had chosen not to see. The best way to make Dean suffer was to make him think Sam doesn't care. And it was enough of a punishment. It wasn't fun, but it was a very much needed thing.

And since Dean's asleep, he can go and figure out more about this weird case.

So let it be.

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Okay...

They never had a case like this before.

From what Sam get to know today,that ghost, which is hunting the motel, or is suppose to be hunting the motel, is all kind of new. He doesn't kill everyone, only the ones, he chooses, or that's what it looks like. From what he figured, it chooses the ones, who feels down; sad, depressed or feeling alike. And then makes them suffer unimaginably and finally, makes them kill themselves. That was it he managed to know today.

When he came back to the motel he found Dean still asleep in the bed. He looked cold and somehow skinner... awh, hell, that's not Sam's need to go to sleep too.