Wow, people actually reviewed! And a lot more than I thought they would! This might be a 4 or 5 part fic now! lol, depends on where the story goes and how much gets into this chapter :)

I had this idea in me FOREVER, since I first saw the episode but because of my other fics I decided not to....but than I saw the episode again the night before and couldn't resist!


Dean knew they couldn't go to the hospital. Both of them were thought to be officially dead and if the hospital realized who they were chaos would break.

He helped Sam into their motel. Sam was still holding on to the cloth that Dean gave him. Quickly Dean found some tape and taped the cloth to Sam's skin around the eye socket as Sam moaned, trying to hide the pain he was feeilng. Dean grabbed one of their smaller bags, the "medicine bag" and shovled through them for some pain killers until he found some morphine pills. He was careful what to give Sam, but Sam took them desperatly and thankfully.

Dean than helped Sam lay down on the bed, but kept half of his body in an upright position for the moment. He than put a pillow behind Sam's head, and Sam leaned his head on it gratefully, clearly exhausted.

"I guess you were right," Sam said in a weak miserable tone. "It was too dangerous."

Dean sighed.

"Well getting the colt back wasn't exactly a successful mission," he reminded his brother and Sam allowed himself to show a quiver of a smile.

"Yeah, but at least you didn't lose an eye," he gently teased, surprising himself as well as Dean. Dean cracked a sad grin.

"No I didn't," he sighed in response. He closed his eyes as he remembered Sam's screams down the dark hallway, how it nearly killed Dean to have to hear his brother be in so much pain. "I'll go to some store and get an eyepatch for you," he added. Sam snorted.

"Right, cause eyepatches are so popular." He shook his head. "At least it's close to Halloween," he mumbled. "You could probably find one in a costume store."

Dean looked surprised when he saw a grin on his brother's face and he let out a soft chuckle.

"Yeah, you'll never have to worry about what you're gonna be for halloween ever again," he teased gently. It felt good to tease, to laugh some. He lookd at Sam. "You know, I'm gonna have to stich your eyelids together soon," he said softly. "To stop the blood from constantly coming out. You can wear the eyepatch to cover it up."

Sam sighed, as the morphin had finally kicked in and nodded.

"Yeah," he said grimly. "I know."

"I don't know if I should," Dean said slowly. "Maybe I should take you to Bobby's. He's more of an expert at stitching things up."

Sam nodded. He looked at Dean.

"I'm surprised you haven't yelled me yet," he said softly. Dean frowned.

"For what?"

"For getting his book, for doing something stupid like this."

Dean sighed.

"Yeah, it was stupid. It was stupid as hell. But I know why you did it. Hell I would have done the same thing." He shook his head. "Besides, I think losing your eye is kind of enough punishment."

Sam nodded, the morphin and that night's ordeal catching up with him. Dean was itching though, he was afraid if he waited to long Sam might get an infection. But he hated to drag the kid out of the room.

"Come one," he finally said. "Let's get it over with, you can sleep on the way over. It'll be a couple of hours before we get there."

Sam nodded, too tired to fight it and knew that Dean was right, it was best to get it out of the way. Quickly Dean picked up the phone and called Bobby and told him what happened while taking Sam out to the car.

Sam leaned his head against the window and was asleep in a matter of minutes. Dean kept one eye on the road and the other on his brother the enitre way to Bobby's...

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