Dean didn't expect to pass out.

But somehow he ended up on the floor again, right after he was hoist back up on his unsteady feet by Sam. Who was covered in reeking inky blue stuff, by the way. Yeah… he was a smelly dude, man. Dean couldn't stand it. Maybe that was the reason… Or, maybe not.

His bloody side may or may not hurt a little more than he would admit it. But that wasn't important. He will live. He was fine.

The first trial was done. Although, Sam had turned out to be the one whose bathe in the blood of a hellhound. Not he!

Sammy did it. He didn't. He watched his babybrother do that whole freaking thing while he was lying here: helplessly bleeding out rapidly onto the ground. How did that happen? He had been through worse! Hell yeah! He didn't faint over this. He just rested his eyes a bit. "Snothing... justa scratch..." he heard himself slurr. So if it was just a scratch, why did it hurt so bad? Apparently Sam didn't hear him. He was to busy slapping his face.

Dean felt so humiliating when he woke up again into Sam's arms. Still reeking like shit. His filthy hand still patted his cheeks while Dean looked at him in annoyance.

"Dean. You okay? You totally fainted, man."

Now Dean snorted. "Did not," he said with a voice that still wasn't his own. Talking did actually starting to hurt. Green stops were swimming around again.

It took him a while to see normal again, but Dean finally got the hang of it and propped himself up from Sam's arm with his shaky ones. Meanwhile Sam looked concerned at him and fingered a little with his blood-soaked shirt.

"Can you walk?" Sam asked as Dean hit his hand away, only to do the same in order to check the damage by himself. And oh man… It was deep. "Ulgh…" Suddenly he had the urge to throw up. But he decided to hold it in because he already embarrassed himself a front of his little brother.

"Hey, Dean. You're not going to pass out on me again, right? Because... I really can use a bath right now." Dean nodded his understanding and then shook his head while saying he would be fine if he gave him a push.

When Dean finally stood on both legs, they started to walk to that girls' room. Very slowly, of course.

"Let's patch you up nice and easy, big brother," Sam said as he grabbed his swaying brother under his armpit. Dean looked pale as Hell. And he could see in his eyes that Dean was in agony.

But he will be fine. He would. Like he always would.

End.

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AN: A little missing scene from 8x14. The way Dean and Sam looked at each other after the hellhound was killed... That was very tense. So I had to write this little scene. Review maybe? It will make my day :)

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Josie