This is just a quick something. I'm not really planning on making a full fledged story of it. Maybe one day. But most possibly not.
Disclaimer: Nope, own jack-squat. I guess that's maybe a good thing. I think Dean'd come after me with a hammer for the thing I did to him...
* jumps behind chair.
Wails: I'm sowwy Dean! Pwease doan kill meeee...Is jus a stowy!'
I'm not sure whether it's pre-series ( y' know the Weechesters: Sam'd be 14 and Dean 18 - 19-ish ) or somewhere set season 1. You can decide for yourself.
~ Arweyn
Sam's raspy breath was barely audible. Little huffs of air only just managed to escape his blue tinged lips. Shivers wrecked his body.
It was so cold.
It had been cold from the beginning, would it be cold in the end too?
But that wasn't the main thing that bugged him.
No, the things he craved for the most was his brother.
His brother with his deep, rumbling voice.
Sam shivered again and a tear slipped out of his pain-filled eyes.
'D'n...' he whimpered and another tear followed the first one.
It was too dark.
He couldn't see anything.
Please Dean...
come quick. I need you.
Then there was bright light.
Everything went so fast.
He felt two strong arms cradle his weak upper body.
'Sammy...'
Even in his confusion he recognized the voice.
The leathery smell.
Dean.
He was here.
Dean broke the door in and gasped as he saw what it revealed.
His brother, crumpled on the ground.
Face battered and bruised.
Dean dashed forwards, cradling his limp brother.
'Sammy...' he whispered.
He felt Sam lean into his touch.
His little brother his eyes slid close, cheeks wet of tears.
' Stay awake, Sam. Please.' Dean pleaded and softly shook Sam.
There was no reply.
' Sam! Open your eyes.'
His heart missed a beat when Sam opened his eyes lethargically.
' D'n..y'r h're...' Sam muttered with a soft voice. Eyes filled with pain and love for his brother.
' Of course...why wouldn't I be?'
'I'm scared, Dean...' Sam blurted out. He couldn't feel his legs anymore. The poison working rushing through his veins. Killing him from the inside.
' Sssh...it's okay, kiddo...I'm here.' Dean comforted and started rocking his baby brother.
Tears spilled over Sam's cheeks.
Dean was here now, so if he'd die. He would die in peace.
Dean cradled his brother closer to his chest, chin resting on top of Sam's head.
Hells he was as scared as Sam was.
There was no antidote.
Dean felt how his brother trembled.
And then he remembered the song his mom used to sing to him. When he was scared.
' Baby mine, don't you cry.
Baby mine, dry your eyes.
Rest your head close to my heart,
never a part
Baby of mine. '
He kept on rocking front and backwards, feeling how Sam started to calm down.
They were brothers. They needed each other.
And if Sam would cry, Dean would comfort him. That was his job.
As he kept on singing the lullaby, he felt Sam get heavier.
His breathing evening out.
But there was nothing he could do this time. It was too late. And he knew it.
A tear slipped out of his eye. With a cracky voice he kept on singing.
' From your head down to your toes.
You're not much,
goodness knows.'
Sam heaved out a last breath. His eyes one last time searching Dean's. A little smile on his lips.
Then it was all over, eyes slid close.
Dean hugged Sam to his chest, tears spilling now freely.
' But you're so precious to me
Sweet as can be.
Baby of mine.'
