"Sam, SAM" Dean yelled, holding Sams broken body close.
He was bleeding from more than one place, his shirt already soaked through and his pants following right behind.
"Sammy, please, what happened?" He asked, his voice cracking, tears streaming fast down his cheeks.
"Some.. some guys from school, found out about you" Sam coughed, the blood making fresh spots on his skin.
"Baby boy, we'll get you… get you to a hospital" Dean sobbed, but he could already see Sams eyes starting to glaze over.
"Not gonna help" The younger said, his voice fading slowly. "I'mma die De"
"No, no you can't. We promised that we were going to grow old together, get fat and bald and make fun of each other for it"
"You'll have to do that with out me, I love you Dean"
"Sammy, I love you so much" He sobbed again, leaning down and kissing Sam as gently as he could.
He could feel the moment that Sams lips stilled forever under his. Pulling back his tears were mixing wetly with Sams blood, making spots on the others skin. Dean wasn't sure how long he sat there, didn't even notice when an ambulance pulled up and took Sam away from him, to numb to pay much attention.
After the funeral, Dean went home and loaded the gun his dad kept in the hall closet. There were 10 bullets in the gun. 9 for the guys that did it to Sam.
The last as the ticket to seeing Sam again.