One of those times when Sam gets shot.

This is one of my very first fanfiction, so please bear with me. I felt season 12 lacked Hurt!Sam and Protective/Angst Dean in general and I believe these are the moments which made the show special in the first place.

This is an AU take of 12x17 episode, where Sam also gets shot in this episode. I know we had this situation in Red Meat 11x17 in Season 11 which I thoroughly enjoyed, I thought I could recreate some of it.

This will be very short verison and I try to finish it as soon as I can.

This takes place during the episode "The British Invasion", in my version where Ketch is also there when they confronted Dagon near the pier. Ketch disobeys Mick's orders to let the hunters go and not kill Eileen instead he fires the gun pointing at Eileen.

It all happened so fast, Eileen grabbed the Colt which Sam had dropped when he was knocked aside by Dagon; once she got the clear shot, she fired the Colt and unlike any other pistol there was a fiery roar and the bullet rocketed from the gun. It would've been an awesome shot but to everyone's surprise it was the moment Dagon chose to disappear with Kelly and the bullet hit Renny right in this chest.

It took a moment or two for everyone realise what had happened and their utter disbelief was reflected on Renny's face. He soon started to choke blood and collapsed limply on the ground, no doubt dead.

Eileen: I didn't... I didn't mean to. I was shooting at the demon. I'm -

Sam: No, no, wait up. It was an accident. It's all right.

Mick pulls out his gun and approaches Eileen.

Dean: Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. What are you doing?

Sam: Hey!

Mick: She killed a Man of Letters. S-she has to die.

Sam: It was an accident!

Mick: It doesn't matter! The Code.

Dean: No, hey, screw the Code.

Mick: Don't make this harder than it already is.

Dean: Mick, you don't have to do this.

Mick: Yes, I do!

Eileen: Please. Don't.

This doesn't make any sense, what kind of code is that?! To kill someone for their mistake?

Just about when Mick considered their pleas and let them go, that is when things started to get spiral out of control. Ketch who didn't seem to agree with Mick's decision fired the gun pointing straight at Eileen who stood in between Sam and Dean but slightly behind and aimed for a headshot.

Dean couldn't believe his eyes; it was like a slow motion tape. He saw Ketch fire his gun and he heard Sam scream 'No!' and the next thing he knew is his brother drop to the ground next to him

Sam had no time to react, he just followed his instinct threw himself in front of Eileen.

What was he thinking?! He felt the bullet hit him hard like punches against his body, he felt himself stumble backwards, fall on the ground and he lay immobile.

The wind has been knocked out of him and all he could do was gasp for air and wonder how badly he was hurt.

The strangest thing was that at first, he didn't really feel any pain; at least not at first. He dimly heard screams and shouting and his brother's voice. He slowly opened his eyes God when did he close them?! He doesn't remember closing them. There was sticky warmth all over his shirt and he felt very weak, but his arms seemed able to move only a little.

He wanted to know how bad it was, so he made an effort to push himself and that's when the pain hit him.

He managed a groan as he fell back on the ground. His whole body seemed to be cracking apart, tearing twisting. He could say he's used to pain that no human is even aware of and yet at his moment he felt so helpless and numb. He practically couldn't feel or think anything, he just wanted the pain to stop and get over it. Red-tinged blackness drifted behind his squeezed-shut eyes; every breath seemed to catch and tear him even farther apart.

"Sam! Sam- oh, God!" Someone gasping- someone he knew. He opened his eyes again and looked into Eileen's and Dean's stricken white face. It had to be bad for Dean to look like that. He could see Dean's lips move but he couldn't hear anything, anymore; even though he knew what his brother would be saying - to never give up.

He felt strangely cold now despite the heat all over his front. Shock? His hand was gripping his brother's warm and strong hand, something to cling on to and help him endure the pain.

He couldn't hear right, everything was all up and down and muted, wailing and strange. Someone was calling him, but he couldn't open his eyes again, they were so heavy. There was this darkness swallowing up the pain and numbing him. It was almost blissful and an escape to his agony.

He could feel someone holding is face, the darkness was pushing him down and overwhelming him, he fought to take control and be there for Dean. He felt the strength in his hands waning no matter how much he wanted to listen to his brother and then everything became peacefully silent and it stopped. He was fighting a losing war, this bliss is much more powerful than he is and he had no control over it. He could not do anything anymore. He felt his eyes close and the darkness enveloped him.

He had tell Dean, it wasn't his fault. He thought he called his brother, may be he did.