"What if I find someone who can help?" Sam challenged.

"What? Hell no, Sam." he didn't need another faith healer. One faith healer was one too many.

"Why not?"

"Because I said so." he said in a despondent, yet angry tone.

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"O, yeah? Are you enjoying being blind? Is that it? You wanted to stop hunting so bad that you don't mind being a burden?" Even before letting those words fall out of his mouth, Sam knew it was the wrong thing to say. He just repeated what he had heard.

Lucifer. Yeah, that was the one who had made him say those stupid words. Okay, there was no actual force behind it, but getting angry, Sam suddenly forgot how to ignore it.

Dean fell silent. Sam watched, as a bunch of different emotions crossed his brother's face, he wanted to take his words back, before kicking himself unconscious. But it was too late. Dean closed his eyes, and turned his head away.

"Dean-"

"Go." Dean didn't let him talk. "Go, Sam. Just go." There was an unpleasant edge to Dean's voice that Sam had never heard before. "Go back to your life. I didn't ask you to come; I didn't call you the past two months because I didn't want to be what you think I am and I tried to not be one on Bobby." Dean didn't want to use the word 'burden'. Because truth to be told, that was exactly what he felt like the entire time since he'd lost his vision. "But you're right; that's what I am." he said quietly. "I'm not gonna stop you, though. Go."

"Dean, I didn't mean it like that."

"Yes, you did." Dean stood up sharply. "Go, Sam. I'll be fine. I don't need you to hold my hands. I'll somehow find my way; just like how I've done it before." he said as he slowly found his way out of the room before stopping shortly to add "Just be careful out there." he hated himself for not being able to storm out of the room; for having to walk slowly and carefully, even thought he knew his way around Bobby's place like the back of his hand.

But what other choice did he have? His life had changed and he had to deal with it.

Sam didn't know how to stop him; how to fix it; how to apologize. Had anyone ever told him something like, he'd yell at them till he was blue in the face. But yelling wasn't usually Dean's thing; not when it came to Sam, anyway.

He stood up and stormed out of the cabin. Once outside he couldn't hold the yell of frustration anymore. "Dammit. Dammit; dammit... Why..." His tone dropped. "Why the hell can't you leave me alone?" he punched the nearest wall and sank down to the floor; he knew he should feel pain, but he didn't.

"He's not a burden." Bobby rebuked as he appeared behind him, sounding more disappointed than angry. "I told you that if you want to destroy everything you should leave. Why did you say something like that? To your own brother?"

Sam turned around and wiped his eyes. "I didn't want to, Bobby. I swear. He's not a burden, he can never be. If anything, it's always been the other way around. Even if he never gets his eyesight back, I'll happily stay with him."

"Then why?" he asked, his tone almost accusatory.

"It wasn't me." he said quietly.

"What do you mean?" Bobby gave him a level look.

"I.. I still can hear Lucifer. And I don't know why, I just repeated the words that he said. Now.. Look at this, one again I've screwed up. Dean's not the one we should be worried about. I am. I can't do this anymore. I'm not reliable."

Bobby was silent. He felt bad for Sam, but there wasn't a thing he knew about psychological problems. Turning around to find Dean standing by the door frame, Bobby got the message and silently walked away.

"Sam." Dean called when he felt they were alone.

Sam jumped up. "Dean-"

"It's OK."

"Dean, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry, man. I'll go if you want, because you've every right to hate me. Just please, let me come back every now and then. I.. I know that I-"

"Sam. I heard you. It's OK. I don't want you to leave. I mean, I want you to have your life but you're my brother, I can never hate you and you can come back whenever you want."

"What if I don't wanna leave?"

"Then we both will be a burden on Bobby."

"None of you are burden. Dammit." Bobby shouted from inside the house.

"Will you stop eavesdropping? Why did you leave if you wanted to listen to us, anyway?" Dean shouted back.

"I gave you some space." Bobby came out.

"Your definition of 'giving space' is funny."

"The point is both of you are welcome here as long as you want. End of discussion." and then he walked back inside and shut the door.

"Bet he's just standing behind the door." Dean leaned against the wall.

Sam chuckled. He wanted to talk about finding a specialist again, but he stopped himself in time. He didn't want to get Dean's hope up or upset him again. He had to look for a way and just if he was sure enough, he would tell Dean about it.

"We good? Can I stay?"

"We're good." Dean replied. "But seriously Sam, you stop your regular life or hunting just for being around me and I'll throw you out." he added firmly.

"Gotcha."

"Good." Dean nodded and headed back inside the cabin.

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A few days later Sam had found some promising information about a specialist and talked to Bobby about it.

The last few days had been so hard for him. Watching Dean staring always ahead, not seeing the anguish in Sam and Bobby's face; touching everything to make sure he wouldn't do anything wrong or eating as little as possible was killing Sam.

Now he knew why Bobby looked so tired. It wasn't easy to watch a loved one suffer like that. And Dean would hardly leave his position on the sofa or his bed. He was trying to stay out of the way and was quieter. They didn't know what he was thinking about, but it was clear that it wasn't positive and helpful.

Dean was turning into a shell of himself. Even Sam's presence hadn't changed much. They would spend some time talking about everything and anything but that wasn't enough. Dean used to be so active and always on the move; he needed to do something; to hunt. Having to stay all the time in a room, not even able to read a paper was actually just a torturous way to kill him; even if he pretend that he was fine.

The only way to help him was to find some specialist who could give him his eyesight back.

"I think it's time we tell him."

"Tell me what?"

"How do you do that?" Sam exclaimed.

"Do what?" Dean asked innocently, even though he knew perfectly what Sam meant.

"You know what I'm talking about, this arriving at the ... I don't know, wrongest moment?"

Dean shrugged. "I used to be the best hunter out there."

'Great, he's talking about it in the past tense' Sam thought as Bobby decided to play along. "You wish."

"Ah, come on, Bobby. You know that's true. So, what are you two planning on, now?"

"I think I've found someone who can help you."

Dean turned his head and stared at Sam like he could really see him.

Sam felt his heart beat accelerated. "It's worth a shot, Dean. I've talked to him and sent him your tests. He says your chances are good. Please. Let's try this one, too. He's one of the bests."

"Alright." he said a few seconds later. He did want to regain his vision; he was tired of the darkness and if there was the slightest chance, Dean wanted to take it.

"Dean. It won't hurt. Why are you so-"

"Sam." Bobby stopped him.

"What?"

"He said 'alright'."

"What?" Sam looked incredulously between Dean and Bobby.

Dean rolled his eyes. "Bobby, you've to let him just talk when he's like that. He's prepared a long lecture to convince me."

"What's happening to him, now?" Bobby asked next, like Sam wasn't in the room.

"Is he looking between you and me with an open mouth?" Dean asked.

"Yeah. I think he just caught a fly."

"Hmm, that's why I told you to let him talk."

"Yeah, mock me all you want."

"Now he's pouting." Dean smirked.

"He sure is. Should we leave him alone for a while? Seems like he's having problem digesting your answer."

Sam rolled his eyes and turned his attention back to his laptop, a lopsided grin on his face. It was good to hear Dean teasing him genuinely. He'd always complain about it, of course. He needed to make Dean fight, to keep his hope up because Dean would get better, as long as he knew he had his family's support. That was all he needed.

Sam had made a mistake but maybe he still had a chance to fix it; maybe he hadn't run out of chances, yet. Sam was counting on Dean's gracious and forgiving nature and could only hope that he wouldn't make another mistake, because who knew, one day he might actually be too late.

He knew he could always count on Dean, even when he actually needed the strength for Dean's sake. His brother was always there for him, now he was determined to return the favor. For him, it didn't matter if Dean could see or not, Dean was Dean and he loved his brother no matter what, but if Dean needed his eyesight to bounce completely back, Sam would try everything in his power to make that happen.

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-The End-

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How was that? !

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A/N: I know you might think it's not a good ending, but I felt like it's better if I leave it here. I mean the rest is obvious and if I write it, it'd be just some medical stuff. (I don't think anyone of you is really interested in that.)

I don't know why, but in reality things usually don't end well. I even thought about writing this one as a tragedy, because it's not like you always can make it up to someone you've hurt and unfortunately in the real life, it's usually like that. But I couldn't do that to Dean, it's just not in me! :D
This is just a fiction, so I figured I could give everyone another chance! However, since I still had the real world and its limited chances in my mind, I took Dean's eyesight for a while! Sam needs to know that someday it might be really too late.

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By the way, I know a few things about aneurysm and I've done some more research on it, but this story is not supposed to be used as a medical resource! So, forgive me if there's any mistake, but -like I mentioned before- this is just a fiction and I needed to change a few things in order to save Dean!
Hey, Dean needs his eyesight back and we need him back in the game! ;D

* I'm really grateful for all your support! Every single notification that I received meant the world to me! Thank you! :) *

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