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Here's chapter 2 – more brotherly stuff! Hope its ok.

Oops I forgot the disclaimer in the first chapter – I don't own anyone one that we recognise from the show.

Dean watched his brothers' retreating form. Although he was concerned about the injury the younger man was hiding, he couldn't help the smile that formed on his lips as he recalled Sam's 'been caught out' look. Did he really think he could keep something like that from his big brother?

He began to get the first aid kit ready trying to think what he might need, depending on the severity of the injuries. He shuddered a little as he remembered Sam's shouts of pain and laboured breathing as he tried to keep himself under control.

Suddenly the bathroom door opened to reveal one of the funniest sights he had ever seen in his entire life. There was his 'little' brother, all 6'4" of him, trying desperately to cover himself with the miniscule bath towel…and failing miserably. Dean couldn't help the chuckle that escaped him, "I'd give it up if I were you Sammy! I mean, it's not like I haven't seen it all before," Dean finished with a smirk…5-4-3-2-1-

"What the hell do you mean?" Sam spluttered, outraged.

"Come on, who do you think gets you to bed when you're sick? Who gets you out of your fever soaked clothes…need I go on? Cos there's the obvious changing of…"

"Ok! Enough! I get it!" Sam snapped, holding up a hand to stem the embarrassment.

Presently the atmosphere changed markedly, "What's wrong with your finger?" Dean's smile had vanished the minute he saw the swollen finger.

Sam quickly looked at his hand then put it down, trying to think of the right words to say, as he turned his back to block the view, "I…um…"

"Did they do that to you?" Dean asked, quietly, which made Sam even more nervous.

Sam began fumbling through his bag for some clothes – slowly putting on his boxers and trousers so as to avoid catching his increasingly sore finger.

Dean was studying his brothers' every move – trying to read his body language.

Sam could feel Dean's eyes boring into his back. He sighed deeply as he turned to face his brother. He caught Dean's glance of concern towards his hand and went to sit across from him – their knees touching slightly.

"Look Dean, don't blow a gasket…"

Dean looked at his brother as if he'd hurt his feelings. Sam shook his head and put out his hand, with one finger missing a nail.

His older brother paled as he looked at the swollen finger, "Sammy…" he whispered, unsure of what to say.

He gently took hold of Sam's hand, "God Sam, I'm sorry."

"What are you sorry for? You didn't do anything."

"Exactly, I didn't do anything…" Dean looked stricken.

Sam sighed again, he'd expected a reaction such as this, "Look dude, you were tied to a chair same as me. There was nothing you could've done!"

Dean looked at Sam sadly, "I know…it's just…I heard you cry out you know? I just felt so useless…" Again he gently took hold of Sam's injured hand and inspected it more thoroughly.

"Dean…" Sam's voice brought him back from staring at the hand, "I felt exactly the same way bro!"

Dean smiled slightly, "Yeah, I guess you did," he agreed patting his knee, "Come on let's get you sorted."

Dean disinfected the wounds on the arms and bandaged them quickly. When he got to the finger, he was a little unsure what to do.

"Just tape a piece of gauze over it just so I don't catch it," Sam suggested.

Dean nodded and swallowed heavily as he began his administrations.

Even though Dean was gently, Sam couldn't help the hiss of pain that escaped him at one point, "I'm sorry…" Dean apologised.

"S…s ok," Sam managed.

The older brother looked up at the younger brother and saw that his face was screwed up in pain and a little pale.

"You ok Sammy?"

"You done?" Sam ground out.

"Yeah, I'm done," Dean answered.

"I'm ok then," Sam smiled miserably.

As Dean tidied away, Sam stretched out on his bed, took a deep breath and closed his eyes.

He felt the bed dip and a calloused hand on his forehead. He opened his eyes looking directly into his brother's concerned face, "I guess this means that you won't want to go for a quick drink with me…you know, a little Christmas celebration maybe…?" Dean finished hopefully.

"Dean…"

"I know, I know! You can't do Christmas this year," Dean mumbled.

"I'm just tired, you know?" Sam tried to explain, feeling as guilty as hell for saying it, "It's been a hell of a day and think the adrenaline is wearing off…I feel a little shaky…nothing that a quick nap won't fix. You go…"

Sam finished, but Dean was already shaking his head.

"Nah, I'm good…bit tired myself now." This translated to not wanting to leave Sam on his own while he was in pain. But Sam needed to be alone…

Sam watched Dean for a little while as his brother tried to settle himself down. It was obvious that Dean's adrenaline was still pumping, "Hey Dean, how about a beer? I think there's a game on TV…"

Dean's face immediately lit up, "Yeah, good idea Sammy. We haven't got any beer but I saw a place down the street…I'll go get some." Dean was already reaching for his coat.

"Would you mind if I stayed here…I…" Sam laid it on a little, immediately regretting it when concern flooded his big brothers' face, "You sure you're ok?"

Sam plastered a smile on his face even though his finger was throbbing still, "Yeah, I'm ok. Just hurts a little…"

Dean looked torn, "Go Dean. I'll be fine! You're only going down the street, what could possible happen? You taking the car?"

"What? Even I'm not that lazy!" Dean retorted as he put his jacket on, "I'll probably be twenty minutes – tops."

Sam nodded, "Ok, see you soon. Be careful."

Dean gave his brother an incredulous look at his warning, then closed the door, still mumbling indignantly about Sam thinking he'd take the car.

A.N – I was going to leave it there but it would make the next chapter quite small so I think I'll carry on!

Sam waited quietly for a couple of minutes to make sure Dean didn't come back for anything – then he put his plan into action.

Meanwhile, Dean was browsing the shelves in the store. He'd already picked up a twelve pack and was now look for something to give Sam as a gift. He understood how Sam felt about this particular Christmas and he was sure that if the boot was on the other foot, he'd feel exactly the same way, but he really wanted some special time with his brother. He wanted to have some good memories of their last year together. He began to feel unwanted emotions start to surface, so he grabbed a couple of things and went to pay.

As he left the store, he realised that he'd been gone longer that he'd expected, so he quickened his pace. He hadn't meant to leave Sam for that long – especially with his being hurt.

A few light snowflakes began to fall lazily from the jet black night sky, tickling Dean's face and nose as he walked. He was really looking forward to settling down and watching the game, in the warmth, with his brother.

As he opened to door to their room, he was greeted by the sight of a completely different interior to the one he had left earlier. There was a small Christmas tree in the corner, decorated with lights and…tree shaped air fresheners! There was a sign on the wall saying Merry Christmas – then there was Sam with a big smile on his face, a glass of egg nog in his hand looking right at him.

"What's this?" Dean asked quietly.

"It's Christmas bro!" His little brother replied cheerfully.

Dean smiled as he closed the door behind him - the snow continuing its lazy journey to the ground.

'Maybe this is not such a bad day after all' he thought.

Well that's it. Any good?