Yay! First post in what feels like forever. This is the poem inspired fic. I mentioned in Life Cycle. I'm not yet certain how long this fanfic will be. Depends on how I decide to develop the story. I've already started on the next chapter, hopefully I'll have within the next week, but I wouldn't hold my breath.

Anyway, time for some warnings and other things. WARNING! This IS a WINCEST fic. You have been warned, so please don't complain when the brother's act like a couple. Also, while it is wincest, the lemon portions (one of which I have already written) will be posted on another site. I will provide the link and anyone who doesn't like explicit Wincest can move along without the lemon.

Disclaimer: As much as I would LOVE to own the Winchester Brothers or Supernatural, I don't. Nor am I getting paid for this. So no suing me, I don't really have anything to give anyway. Well, that should cover everything. Sorry about the rant, please enjoy the fic.

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How could this be happening? How could he let this happen again? "Sam!" Dean yelled as he watched his brother fall for a second time. A demon stood behind him, still pinning Dean to the wall, keeping him from his brother's side. "You bastard! I'll kill you for hurting him!" Dean yelled at the demon, refusing to believe that Sam could be dying, or even dead. He couldn't, wouldn't let himself believe that he had failed Sam again.

"Empty threats Winchester," the demon smirked, still holding the dagger that was covered in Sam's blood, "You are powerless against me. And with the boy king out of my way this war can really begin." The demon threw the knife at Dean's feet before vanishing, letting Dean drop to the floor. Dean ran to Sam's side, turning his baby brother over. Sam's eyes were closed, chest covered in blood, skin ashen with death.

"Sammy," Dean mourned, holding his lifeless brother to him. Dean didn't know what to do. He had nothing left to sell to save his brother and two months left on earth before hell claimed him. Hell could not come soon enough if his life had no Sam in it. Images pressed themselves into Dean's mind. Sam laughing. Sam learning to ride a bike. Sam researching, his tongue sticking out in concentration at times. A million images of Sam flashed before his eyes. Then tears flooded his vision as he buried himself in Sam, wishing for the warmth of life. He'd give his life now to save Sam. To return Sam's blood to his cold body. To return the breath to his lungs. "Sammy, I'm sorry, Sam," Dean all but sobbed, hope deserting him, "Sam, you can't be gone, Sammy, breathe, please." Dean sobbed into the crook of Sam's neck, trying to block out the smell of his baby brother's blood. He didn't know what else to do. What could he do now? His soul had already been sold. He had nothing to give, nothing to trade. But he couldn't let Sam die, not like this. Not because of his stupid rookie mistake.

"Dean Winchester," a soft feminine voice called to him, causing him to stiffen and turn. The women before him was fairly average, nothing standing out. Dark hair, pale skin, jeans and a t-shirt. Then Dean noticed her eyes, a stunning pale brown. Then she spoke once more, a whisper in the wind, "Marduk wishes for your help. Yours and Sam's help. We can save Sam, return his life to him. We can keep you out of hell without risking Sam's soul. Just help us defeat the demons. Isn't that your job? We can help you, keep you safe, but we need your abilities to win this war. What do you say Dean Winchester? Do you want Sam and you to live?" Dean found it all too good to believe. But he couldn't let the chance pass him by. Couldn't not save Sam.

"I'll do whatever you want," Dean answered, "Just save Sammy." Dean watched her smile, then place a hand on Sam's wound. A light enveloped them and Dean could see Sam's wound healing, leaving only a faint scar to remind Dean of his second failure. Then the light flashed, before fading away, leaving only Dean and Sam. Dean jumped when Sam started coughing, blood forcing its way out of his love's lungs. Sam drew in shaky breathes, color returning to his face, body beginning to warm.

"Dean?" Sam asked, "What happened?" Sam was beyond confused, the last thing he remembered was going to the house where a ghost was attacking people. He could feel this sticky blood on his shirt, but he felt no pain. "Dean? Are you okay? Where are you hurt?"

Dean laughed, relieved to hear his Sammy's voice again, "I'm fine Sammy, and so are you. Now let's get back to the motel and get rid of those clothes." Dean stood, dragging Sam up with him. Sam looked confused, but Dean really didn't want to delve into details just yet. If he was honest, he never wanted to have to tell Sam the details, but he knew Sam would find a way to get them out of Dean. Sam just had that knack. "I'll explain there, promise man, but please, let's get away from here. There's no spirit here anyway." Sam nodded and began to follow, but he felt light headed and fell into his brother.

"Sorry," he mumbled, "A little tired I guess."

"It's okay Sammy, you can lean on me," Dean smiled, the weight of his brother a comfort. The warmth of his breath soothing. Dean helped Sam into the Impala, closing the door and settling himself behind the wheel. Dean kept an eye on the road and an eye on Sam. Sam just stared out the window, breaths soft and smooth. A symphony of life to Dean's ears. Dean refused to turn on any music, longing for that symphony to drown out all other sounds. When they made it back, Dean was at Sam's side in an instant, there if Sam needed him. Sam smiled, a silent thanks for the support. 'Sam must be weak from blood loss,' Dean thought sadly. They made it into the hotel fine and Dean helped his brother strip before removing his clothes as well. "Let's go to bed now Sam, I'll explain everything in the morning," Dean offered. Sam was beyond exhausted and sleep sounded heavenly so he agreed, falling onto their bed. Dean crawled in after him, tucking them in. Sam snuggled Dean into his chest, their legs tangled together and arms wrapped around each other.

"G'night Dean," Sam sighed into his brother's hair, "I love you."

"Night Sammy," Dean smiled into Sam, inhaling the scent of his very alive brother, "Love you too."

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There it is. I will now go work on the next chapter.