I was with Bobby and we just got into Cold Oak, South Dakota. I could practically feel the demons in my skin. This place had an aura to it that gave me the impression it was littered with them. Bobby and I looked around the back roads to no avail; we couldn't find my brother Sam. I was getting really worried about him. Was he here? I held my gun tight and started looking faster. Who knows where he could be. I felt myself regrouping with Bobby and we met on the main road. "Sam?" I cried out across the silence. I was beginning to lose hope. That's when I heard him though.
"Dean?" I heard him call out from the darkness. His voice made my feel so much better. I saw him coming towards me and I began quickening my pace along side Bobby. I couldn't take my eyes off Sam; it was so good to know he was okay. Suddenly my heart skipped a beat; there was something in the darkness creeping up behind Sam. My voice escaped me instantaneously
"Sam, watch out!" I yelled. Sam looked back confused and I started sprinting to intervene. Then I saw the figure step out and he was just a kid. The light caught something in his hand; I knew it was a knife as it ripped into my brothers back. My head spun with anger. I closed in on Sam quickly and slid in the mud on my knees catching him before he hit the ground like a magnet. I didn't even care about that kid as he ran off into the woods, Bobby in pursuit. I just wanted Sam. I wanted to protect him.
"Sam, Sam, Sam." I said hanging my arms around him in a hug. "Hey, hey..." I continued trying to get his attention away from the pain. "Come here, come here, let me look at you." I pulled my brother up to get a look into his eyes, they were long and droopy. He looked on the brink of death. I felt myself pulling back tears of failure. "Oh, hey look, hey look at me it's not even that bad." I said to him, but Sam wasn't paying attention. He was dying. My hand felt along the spine of his coat and I knew the blade had pierced a fatal point. "It's not even that bad, alright?" I lied trying to calm him. "Sammy, Sam!" Sam was lying over my shoulder tired, barely clinging on. My eyes were watering. This couldn't be happening. "Hey, listen to me, we are going to patch you up, okay... You'll be as good as new. Huh?" I said trying to cheer both of us up. I thought about Sam growing up and couldn't bare to let him go. It was my job to.. protect him. I pulled Sam out so he would look at me. His eyes stared blankly into mine. "I'm going to take care of you. I'm going to take care of you." I said and said again. Sam fell back over my shoulder. "I gotcha. It's my job, right, watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother..." I didn't know what to say and Sam was barely there now. He was fading. Barely.. alive. "Sam... Sam... Sam! Sammy!" I cried out unbelievingly. Sam finally stopped moving. His body became limp. I felt like everything was closing to an end. "No.. no-n-n-n-n-no. Oh god... Oh god... Sam!" I
I held Sam, our bodies locked in a hug, and He was dead. Why had I lived? My whole life was to protect him. He was my brother. I couldn't let him die, I couldn't let him die.. I kept thinking it was a dream. The rain felt so real though as it poured atop my hair. The air was so real. The pain I felt then was greater than anything I had ever known. It was Dad all over again. All I could think was that I failed and Sam, Sam and Sam.