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Shay felt her lips parting, her mouth opening wide to call her brother's name as a man swooped in from behind, a flash of tarnished metal in his hand. Her cry stuttered and died in her throat as Sam's back arched with the blade penetrating his lower back, arms twitching outwards from his torso like a bird about to take flight… or a bird being shot from the sky by a hunter. Time slowed to a dead crawl as the knife was yanked viciously from Sam's back, allowing him to fall to his knees. Bobby and Dean blew past her as she stumbled to a halt.
'I… what… S-Sammy?'
Dean slid on his knees to reach Sam, arms going around his little brother's body to keep him supported. His fingers brushed through wet warmth at his lower back, the ragged wound pulsing out more and more blood with the passing seconds. Agonized green eyes stared into weakly fluttering hazel ones as Sam struggled to breathe, weak groans and whimpers bubbling up his throat, snagging in the blood that was slowly filling up his mouth.
Shay still couldn't bring herself to move, still stuck in place as her very worst nightmare played out right in front of her. Somehow finding her feet, the huntress stumbled forwards on feet that felt like blocks of concrete, still barely processing her surroundings.
Blue-green irises rolled wildly in their sockets to look up at Shailene's pale face, so pale every single freckle stood out in sharp contrast. She dropped to her knees next to Dean and reached out to cup her little brother's face, brushing soft chestnut bangs away from his forehead with her index and middle fingers.
'Baby boy… I am so sorry…'
"We got you, sweetie," Shay murmured as Sam's eyes began to slide shut, "we're here, we got you, you're okay." She didn't know why she was saying those words, Sammy was anything but okay, but her instinct to soothe and comfort her dying baby brother was far too strong in that moment for her to really care.
Tears began to cloud up Shay's vision as Sam's face went slack and began to pale even further. Dean's hand was on his cheek, and she could hear her twin brother brokenly calling Sam's name, but it was as if she were hearing it from underwater.
After what felt like an eternity, Dean began moving, shifting Sam's body in his arms so he could lift him up. Shay watched numbly, not sure she remembered how to tell her body to move, to get up and follow her brother. Her entire universe had shifted on its axis, no, it had toppled and everything was falling to pieces and imploding as she knelt on the ground, slowly coming to grips with everything.
Her Sammy, their Sammy… her sweet dimple-cheeked baby brother was gone.
Sam's slackened, bloodless face peeked into her view as his head lolled over Dean's right arm. A low whimper leaked from her lips as the sight sent a fresh spark of pain coursing through the remnants of her shattered heart.
"We gotta," Dean's voice began to pierce the fog around her, coming through clearer and clearer the more he spoke, "we gotta find… find 'im a bed. We gotta put 'im somewhere, Shay." There was a quiver in his voice that promised more tears but, other than that, it was lifeless and devoid of emotion.
A bed. Yes, she could do that. She could help her brother find a bed to place Sam. Shay slowly got her feet up under her and stood shakily, swaying slightly. She blinked and shook her head to clear it, "bed, yeah… there's probably one around here somewhere."
Dean nodded once and let his twin take point, following slowly with Sam's cooling body in his arms. He could tell, even through the layers of clothing that his little brother's body was beginning to cool and stiffen. The weight of him in his arms was denser than ever. The elder Winchester's eyes fluttered shut as he forced himself to keep walking. There'd be time to dwell on this later, right now his baby brother needed a bed.