(Book 5 Arrow/Spn xover) Family Is Who You'll Kill For

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"No," Sam answered, "Not when we just got our first break on a way to fix this." He was still staring off into space, processing Nyssa's information.

"You call that a break?" Dean coughed, "A rumor about something from a bunch of killers?"

That made Sam snap back to reality and he looked down at Dean, the other presence had receded and he recognized his brother again. "A bunch of killers that recognized the Mark when there's not a useful piece of lore about it in the entire library back home! Yeah that's a break." Blood was pooling around Dean's leg and staining his shirt yet it seemed to Sam there should be a lot more and he remembered Nyssa's statement about the wounds not stopping Dean for long. Does the Mark make him heal faster? Damn it. I need him to be recovering for as long as possible, I need time to track down what ever ritual she was talking about.

Dig took a few steps closer to the both of them, he had two strips of fabric in his hands. "Here, let's slow that bleeding for now. If you're not going to try to take anyone else out we can get you to the hospital." Sam was rather shocked about how calm Dig was.

Dean didn't even reply, just looked away from all of them and Sam saw a different darkness start to take his brother over. It was a darkness he was more than familiar with, "This wasn't..."

"Shut up Sam. If you're going to move me, move me, if not put me down now."

Sam took the fabric from Dig, wrapped one piece tightly around Dean's leg and gave the other one to Dean to push against his shoulder wound. "Let's get you to the ER." Dean just nodded and tried to staunch the bleeding from his shoulder. Sam and Dig picked him up and started carrying him when he tapped Sam on the shoulder. "Wait," they stopped moving and he turned his head to stare directly at Oliver, "Go see Thea. We didn't do all this crap to have you follow me to the hospital."

"But.." Oliver started to reply.

"But nothing," Dean snapped, "She knows all your damn secrets now, at least all the ones we do. You're damn lucky she chose to help us instead of leaving your self absorbed ass to die at the hands of the League. Stop playing the hero and start being a brother, that's if you still want to have a sister

As Dean scolded him, Oliver's face went utterly cold at first but his eyes went from icebergs to guilt ridden by the time Dean was done talking. "How..."

"Just talk to her," Sam explained, "Drop the walls and let her in. She has her own pain and she needs you as much as you need her. He's right, she's home probably pacing the floor waiting for you. Get out of here."

Oliver nodded a bit stiffly, "All right, but I'll.."

"Not drop by later," Dean interrupted, "Not the first time I've been shot. Don't use me as an excuse to bail on Thea again. Spend time with her. Let's go guys."

Dig and Sam started moving, Oliver opened the door for them and he and Roy went back to the club to change while Dig and Sam took Dean to the hospital.

After they took Dean back to surgery, Sam couldn't settle down. He kept silently pacing the lobby, mind racing a million miles an hour, How do we get Cain's blood? Dean killed him. Can we modify it somehow? Why didn't Cas know about the others? How are we going to get through a ritual taking several days? What if Dean doesn't stop and kills me? I need Cas to be there if...

"Sam?" Felicity's voice came from behind him, not from the earpiece he was still wearing, bringing his thoughts to a screeching halt. He turned around just as she wrapped her arms around him. "Is he okay? Are you? What's going on?"

He was so focused on the implications of the spell that he wasn't in any way prepared for a hug or comforting from anyone. He and Dean had been dealing with the Mark for close to a year now and the only other person who knew anything about it was Charlie and she hadn't been in touch for a few months. The sheer amount of energy he'd been putting into supporting Dean, trying to keep him on an even keel, had been his entire focus for months. The sensation of Felicity's arms around him jarred his focus, her simple questions reached past the locks he'd put on his emotions and what came raging up from deep inside staggered him.