A/N: This one is a new one, I'll start updating the others sometimes in the next month. It's shorter than I would like it to be, but meh, what are you going to do about it.
Prologue: Sam, what are you doing?
"Then shoot me Sam!" I screamed at my little brother, my eyes were wide from shock at the sight before me.
I stood there in fear as Sam, my baby brother, stood in front of me holding a Colt.45 that was loaded with Winchester ammo. His dark green eyes pierced right through me, showing the intense pain and hate that was directed towards me, and it broke my heart.
"What the hell do you want from me?" I screamed at him; in a way, deep down in my gut I sincerely hoped that he would pull that trigger and shoot me dead. Every time I looked into those green eyes, all I saw in them was pain. I knew what, or who should I say, caused that pain that was engraved deep in my brother's soul. It wasn't Mom's death, or Jessica's, it wasn't Dad's death or mine. It wasn't the haunting nightmares of our jobs, it wasn't Bobby's death...it was me in general. I caused the heartache that was embedded deep in my brother.
I stood there watching as Sammy cocked the holster and pointed directly at me, taking aim at my head. I took a deep breath and took a chance by stepping forward towards my brother, hoping that I'm not making a mistake by doing what I longed to do for so many years since I was twelve and my brother was eight. I sighed and leaned into his ear, taking in his lovely scent.
"I'm sorry Sammy..." I whispered softly, and pulled back a little and placed a small kiss on his soft lips, enjoying the little taste of my brother for the first, and last time in my life.
I started to pull back unwillingly from his lips when he gripped my head and held it in place as he kissed me back with such force that almost knocked me off my ass. However, I kept the shock at bay as I kissed my brother back harshly, meeting his passion, his ferocity.
As I kissed my brother, a whole new feeling took a hold on my heart and I stepped closer, pushing our chests together. As we kissed, I felt my fingers move closer to his hand that held the gun and I gripped it. As I started to pull it away from him, Sam's fingers flexed and the trigger was pulled.