SUMMARY: On a routine coffee run, Sam saves a cop, but will he pay the price for his selfless act? Not every evil is Supernatural challenge…
Warning: Violence, blood, drama…
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or any of its characters, though I do own Aleshia Davenport, and the plot…. But I make no money from any of this… I only feed my insatiable muse…
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"I'm gonna go get some coffee, I'll be back in a few minutes," Sam called out to his brother, who was in the shower. He heard a mumbled answer, and took it as a positive, walking out the door.
As he walked down the sidewalk towards the convenience store, Sam stuffed his hands in his pockets, shivering in the cold, and was glad he had decided to wear his Carhartt. He was glad to just be able to get out and get some fresh air, after having been cooped up in the Impala, and then the rundown motel for the past two days. Sam was just glad for the chance to stretch his long legs and get the kinks out, and to get away from his brother, even if it was only for a few minutes, because the older man was wearing on his last patience.
Sam started out of his thoughts when he heard the sound of gunshots coming from a few blocks down from where he was, and he took off running towards the sound, not even hesitating in the thought that it might be dangerous to do so. When he reached the street where the shots had been fired, he found himself watching a woman dressed in a police uniform, patting down a suspect, with a gun on the ground just a few feet away from them, and figured the woman must have had the situation under control.
Sam was just about to walk away, when he saw another man coming up behind the cop, who was oblivious to the approaching danger. Sam was going to call out a warning to her, but figured better of it when he saw the man didn't know he was there, and started coming up behind the man. When the man pulled a gun, Sam didn't hesitate, and took off towards the man and the cop, who hearing the footsteps had started to turn around, but she wasn't going to be able to get out the way fast enough, and Sam took his chance, tackling the man headless of the gun.
The man had just gotten off a shot when Sam tackled him, and Sam gasped as he felt the searing pain of a bullet wound pierce into his abdomen. He suppressed the pain, bent on getting the gun away from the man, the woman, who had cuffed the other subject to a metal drain pipe, getting down to help him. Working together they had the man in cuffs in no time, and the woman took the two men to her squad car, shoving them hard into the back seat, before coming back to thank him.
Sam hadn't gotten back up, instead staying on his knees to keep from passing out. He held one hand over his now red dampened stomach, and the other one searched for his cell phone. He pulled the phone free, and hit the first speed dial, praying that Dean was out of the shower by now and would answer the phone.
He heard the woman coming up behind him, but with his concentration already waning away from the situation he was in now, Sam didn't pay any attention to her. Sam heard the phone ring, and could vaguely hear the woman behind him saying thanks, and when he didn't respond to her, he felt the woman put her hand on his shoulder, and he looked up at her.
The cop dropped to her knees beside him, and Sam turned to look at her as she studied him, looking for any indication of what was wrong with him. Sam lifted the hand off his stomach to show her the blood and let her see what had happened and she gasped, just as he heard Dean answer the phone.
"Sammy?" Dean asked, and when Sam didn't answer him right away, Dean's panicked. "Sammy, what's wrong?"
"I screwed up, Dean," Sam's voice was low as he said the words, and Dean could tell he was hurt just from the tone.
"What is it Sammy? Where are you?" Dean asked, the questions laced with worry.
"I'm in the middle of Cove Alley, and I really screwed up Dean," Sam's voice was barely audible as he turned to lie down on his back, dizziness taking over, and he groaned in pain as the cop pressed in on his wound to try and stop the bleeding as his fingers released the wound, making blood bubble out of the hole in his stomach.
"I don't think I'm getting out of this one," Sam slurred and Dean felt his heart stop.
"Sammy, I'll be there in a minute, just hold on a little longer for me, okay?" Sam let his fingers go lax around the phone, and he felt the woman next to him pick it up from his unresisting fingers.
Aleshia Davenport pressed harder into Sam's stomach, grabbing her two way from her pocket, and calling in for an ambulance for a GSW, and then she grabbed the phone from the man lying in front of her, to talk to who must have been a relative, Dean as the man had called him.
"Hello?" She asked quietly, pinning the phone between her ear and her shoulder, so she could use both hands to put pressure on the man's wound.
"Who are you? What are you doing with my brother?" The questions shot out faster than she would have expected, but Aleshia answered them non-the less.
"My name is Aleshia Davenport, and I'm a cop. I was arresting a man when another one came up behind me with a gun and this man saved me. He was shot in the stomach while wrestling the gun away from the man who was going to shoot me, so I'm trying to stop the blood." Aleshia said, feeling foolish for taking the time to explain herself. "Is there anything you can tell me about the man? Medical wise anyway?" She asked, trying to get as much information about the man lying before her, before the ambulance showed up.
"His name is Samuel Dansforth, and he's my brother. He's twenty three, has AB negative blood and he is allergic to penicillin," Dean said, trying to stay calm as he pressed harder on the gas pedal, to get to Sam faster. What the hell was wrong with his brother? Everything bad always happened to him, he was like a beacon for anything dangerous to come after, even if it wasn't Supernatural. I mean on a routine coffee run, the idiot had gotten himself shot!
"Sam?" Aleshia asked as the man in front of her started to close his eyes. "Sam? Common I need you to stay with me, just stay awake for me." Aleshia's voice was persistent, yet soothing, and she could see the man was trying to follow her orders, though it wasn't working out very good for him.
"M'tired," Sam groaned at her, and the frown on her lips deepened. "S'cold," his voice was slurred and little more than a whisper, and she knew he was going into shock.
"I know honey, just try to stay with me, and we'll have you warmed up and in a nice bed in no time." Aleshia hoped she was right about what she was telling him. She heard the low rumble of an engine and looked up to see a man walking toward her, cell phone in hand. When the man saw Sam he took off at a run towards them. "Dean?" She asked as the strangled settled across from her on Sam's other side.
"Yeah," he said, not really paying attention to her, instead he was trying to take stock of Sam. He definitely saw the wound, and she watched him pale as he stared at it, and then he was taking one of Sam's limp hands in his own, and brushing dampened brown bangs off his brother's face.
Sam started to choke, blood coming up into his throat and Dean paled even further, moving to put his knees behind Sam's head, to elevate it, and then turning his head so Sam could get the blood out without choking. "Dammit, Sammy!" Dean whispered, still brushing his brother's bangs away from his face. "Where the hell is the ambulance?" Dean asked looking straight at her, knowing that his baby brother was dying.
"The hospital is on the other side of the city, though it has been almost ten minutes, so it should be here soon." Aleshia answered and no sooner had she spoken that they heard sirens coming in their direction. Dean smiled at her, and then looked down to Sam, and if it was possible, paled even further.
Sam wasn't breathing…
A/N: So yeah this was supposed to be a one shot, but I guess it will have to be a few chapters long… that is if anyone wants me to continue.
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