We still have one week
By Almost Heaven
Rating T for character death
Disclaimer: No, I don't own them but I would make a deal with the crossroad demon to borrow them for a wee bit. No really. I would. No? Sigh. Fine. So I'll have to pretend then
Summary: A year after All Hell Breaks Loose, Sam faces his greatest fear. I know everyone has done this but it would not go away so here it is. Spoilers for AHBL pt 1 and pt 2.
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Sam woke with a start. Something was wrong.
He sat up and looked around the dingy motel room. His eyes settled on Dean in the next bed. Dean was still asleep so he must have just imagined it because his brother usually slept lighter than he did. He climbed out of his bed to check the salt at the door and the windows. Nope, nothing out of place. Wow, Dean must be out. That demon had been tough but he didn't even twitch when Sam roamed around the room.
Sam moved over to the side of Dean's bed. That's when he noticed how pale Dean looked. He better not have hide another injury or so help him……
Dean was cold when Sam touched his arm to wake him, concerned by his appearance. He did not move at Sam's touch. Sam sat down on the edge of the bed and reached out a shaking had to check the pulse at Dean's neck. The cold flesh beneath his fingers was still. His big brother's chest was not rising and falling with the deep breaths of sleep.
Sam jumped up from the bed as if he had been burned and backed up to fall into a sitting position on the bed he had slept in. He shook his head vehemently, not believing.
"We still had a week Dean. We still had a week to try to get out of the deal. Bobby and Ellen had a lead on something. We were gonna leave to meet them tomorrow." Sam jumped up and out from between the beds, starting to pace the small room. "We have a week! Your not supposed to be dead! You're supposed to wake up and razz me for being paranoid again. You're supposed to complain about having a big girl for a little brother. Yeah, you need to get up now, big brother."
Sam rushes over to the bed and pulls Dean up to a sitting position, swinging his legs over the side of the bed. Dean slowly pitches forward into his arms and they both fall to the floor. Sam grabs him in a tight embrace, Dean's head over his shoulder. He puts one hand on the back of Dean's neck, fingers clenched in his short hair. He starts to rock back and forth. "Stop fooling around Dean! We still have options to try. We still…we…" Sam leans his head against his brother's and begins to sob.
They still had a week.
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Author's Note: Whew, okay I had to get that outa my system. I don't usually like death fics but after the end of this season it just popped in my head and would not go away. So, if this had to be in my brain, I felt the need to share.