Chapter One: The Beginning
Summary: Sam watched as they took his brother away from him. As the Hounds of Hell ripped him to shreds right before his very eyes. And he couldn't stand it, couldn't live without his brother by his side, so he took things into his own hands. Wincest, Torture, and Angst.
Disclaimer: I don't own… Nor will I ever own Supernatural. (Even though I wish I did).
Sam watched in horror as these invisible creatures ripped through his brother's clothes and flesh, to his very soul. He whimpered pathetically as Dean's cries lessened and became almost non-existent, blood clogged his throat from an obviously punctured lung dribbled out the corner of his mouth. Sam expected to see pain and fear in his brother's eyes, but when emerald met hazel, the tall man saw nothing but complete love and acceptance.
Sam felt as the powers that were holding him vanished, causing him to slide down the wall and collapse on the dark hard wood floor. Dazed from the lack of air in his lungs, he sat there until his head stopped spinning and blood flow was reestablished to his brain. Air back in his lungs, within a blink of an eye and not a thought to the others in the room, Sam was across the room and by his brother's side.
"Oh-oh no… NO! Dean! Dean, wake up! Please, wake up! You can't leave me… Not like this…" Sam waited. Hoping. Praying. Silence permeated the room.
The Hounds of Hell were gone.
Lilith was gone.
Dean… was gone.
Author Note: I know this is short, but I want to see if anyone is going to read this. If it will intrigue your interests. I am in love with Supernatural and this is my first attempt to write anything for this fandom. Let me know what you think. If I get enough reviews/favorites I may continue it. It now rests in your hands. R&R
