Hello readers! This popped into my head and I had to write it out. I hope you like it. For those of you reading my other stories, the next chapter of And so it was will be posted tonight or tomorrow. Enjoy!
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"Hey, hey. Sam talk to me!"
"Is he alive?!" Bobby exclaimed. "Dean!"
"Just drive, Bobby!" Dean yelled. He cradled Sam's limp body in his arms. With shaking hands he attempted to staunch the blood pouring from his brother's chest. "Dammit! There's a lot of blood, Bobby!"
Bobby glanced back. His heart dropped when he saw Dean's hands covered in his brother's blood. He pressed impossibly harder on the gas pedal of the Impala, speeding down the highway.
"Sam, wake up! You have to stay awake for me, please!" Dean pulled Sam's head to his chest, pressing his hand down on the gunshot wound.
Sam moaned and rolled his head into his brother's chest. His eyes were glazed over. Sam lifted up a weak hand and fisted his brother's shirt.
Dean's heart broke as he watched his brother and tears brimmed his eyes.
"Why did he do this, Bobby!" Dean begged.
"Dean-"
"Why did dad do this?!"
A/N Please let me know what you thought and if I should continue.