Blood Stain

Blood Stains

Summary: Set at the end of Bloodlust. Dean's angry and reckless after John's death. Sam is trying to help but what happens when Dean's anger get's out of control. One Shot.

Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural.

Note: The boys have already found out about John's deal. I'm not sure they have anyway, I am pretty sure that they find out in Crossroads which is after Bloodlust, but anyway. They know. So…

Sam sighed as he entered the Impala, his fingers grazing his bruised cheek.

Dean had angry a lot lately and he seemed to be taking the brunt of it.

Sam knew that Dean was hurt over their father's death. Partly because he was dead but also because he died to save Dean.

Hell. He was angry too but he realised that their father had not wanted to loose Dean and so he made the deal.

He would have done the same if he had have thought of it.

He would have done it for Jess too.

He saw Dean come out after tying Gordon up.

Dean got in the Impala too and looked at him.

"Lenore and the others get out ok?" he asked.

"Yeah. They're all fine" Sam replied. "Gordon sorted?"

"Yeah. Shouldn't be able to get out. I'll call someone in a couple of days". Dean replied.

"Shouldn't we call the police?" Sam asked but shrunk into his seat at Dean's look.

Dean laughed, as he started the engine. "Yeah. The police. Cuz there not after us aswell".

Then silence.

"Sammy? You ok?" Dean asked sensing the weirdness.

"Yeah" Sam whispered and that's when Dean saw the big purple bruise on Sam's cheek. He inwardly cringed.

Sam looked over at him. "Dean? Don't you…don't you ever wanna talk about it?"

Dean's face hardened. "No" His hands gripped the steering wheel tighter; his knuckles beginning to turn white.

This time, Sam cringed. "I just… it's not healthy Dean. I was right before. It's not what dad would have wanted".

Dean swerved his head and looked at Sam; anger very much apparent in his eyes. "And when do you care what dad wants? Huh? You went to college even when dad didn't want you too! You didn't care then! What about when dad was hurt! Where were you? When dad needed back up! Where were you then Sam? You never gave a rat's ass about what dad wanted! But now because he's dead, you start to care about what he wants! Doesn't work that way Sam! You didn't care before! Why should you now? You're just a selfish, arrogant, jerk who cares about no one but themselves!" The words kept pouring from Dean's mouth and though he could see the pain in Sam's eyes as clear as day, he couldn't stop yelling.

It was only when they heard the sound of blaring horns did Dean stop yelling and try to swerve the car, but it was too late.

The sickening sound of metal against metal and the crash of the glass imploding inward on them were heard.

The car was sent in a tail spin and finally stopped when it crashed into the metal barricades.

It looked like a war zone.

The truck that had ploughed into the Impala was leaking oil but luckily the driver was conscious and able to move out of the 18 wheeler and get himself to the grass on the side of the road. His only apparent injuries were a large gash on his head and his leg which was twisted in an awful position.

Dean's eyes opened to slits and he looked around as far as he could see without causing his shoulder to move which was in blinding pain.

"Sammy?" Dean coughed while trying to reach his pocket knife and cut himself free from the seatbelt which was tight around his chest.

"Sammy?" Dean repeated and that's when he felt the weight on his right arm.

Dean turned his neck, wincing at the pain and took in the sight of his brother.

Sam's forehead was covered in blood; a large gash on his hairline.

His head was lying on Dean's shoulder and his eyes wide open.

A thin river of blood flowing down his chin from his mouth.

Dean gagged as the bile rose in his throat.

"Sam…Sammy?" Dean whispered tears flowing down his cheeks.

Ignoring the blinding, white hot pain in his shoulder, Dean moved in his seat and raised his hand to check Sam's pulse, but he watched in horror as Sam's head just lolled to the side, unsupported.

"Oh god. No" Dean whispered and placed his fingers on Sam's neck and searched frantically for a pulse.

There was none.

He placed his hand on Sam's chest, hoping to feel the familiar thump.

Sam's chest stayed silent and unmoving.

"No…Sammy…Please no!" Dean pleaded.

Then he heard a sound of sirens.

They stopped and someone approached the window.

It was a woman.

She too checked Sam's pulse.

She shook her head at the two men behind her and moved to Dean's side as the two men began to lift Sam's body out of the window.

Sam's head still lolled at one side.

"Sir. Are you hurt?" The woman asked him but Dean continued to stare at the passenger seat of the Impala, two large blood stains on it.

The woman spoke into her radio. "We've got 2 hurt. One seems to be in shock and we've also got a DOA". Her voice was filled with sadness.

Dean continued to stare and spoke to the bloodstains. "I'm so sorry Sammy" Hoping that Sam would hear him.

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