Disclaimer: I don't own supernatural or any of its characters; they all belong to Eric Kripke.
A/N If you cry a lot you might want to get tissues! Warning: Character death.
Silent Lucidity
The moonlight shone brightly through the window of the small room, lighting up its occupants. The brothers lay silently on small cots which were positioned at opposite ends of the room.
The sound of footsteps making their way up the stairs was not noticed in the old house, the stranger reaching the second floor in complete silence. He looked upon the sleeping men and approached the older while pulling out a knife. Cautiously, he moved to the side of the bed, turning only once to make sure the other was still asleep. The floor betrayed his clever movements; the younger Winchester awoke.
Sam looked up to see the man beside Dean's bed and assumed it was his brother until he saw the knife in his hands. His heart began to race as he jumped off of the cot.
The man panicked and quickly plunged the knife into the older Winchesters chest and retreated from the room.
"Dean!" The Sam shouted in fear as he raced to his brothers' side. "No....no, Dean, you're going to be fine, you hear me?" He lifted Dean into his arms.
Dean looked up at him and attempted to smile. "Sam..." He tried to talk but began to cough up blood.
"It'll be fine, Dean. It's not that bad." He promised then pulled the cover up and pushed it against Deans wound to stop the blood. "Bobby?!"
The old man rushed into the room and stared in shook at the horrific sight before him. "W-What happened?"
"Someone was here...Deans hurt..." Sam began but was no longer able to control himself. He burst out in tears. "Dean...Dean, look at me." Sam ordered.
"I'll go get some..." Bobby looked down to Dean who was holding his stomach. "I'll be back soon." He ran out of the room and down the stairs.
"Sammy, I...I'm... I don't think I'm going to-"
"No! Dean, you'll get through this, you always do! You have to..." Sam said through teary eyes
Dean shook his head slowly. "Sam...I can't."
"Dean-"
"I love you Sammy....and I will be back for you...I promise." He interrupted.
"Bobby!" He called out. "Dean, hold on, he'll just be a minute and then we can fix this." Sam insisted.
"Sam...I..." Dean started. His head fell back against the pillows.
Sam shook him gently, his head moved limply from side to side. "Dean?" He shook him harder this time, but still no reply. "Dean!" Sam checked his pulse. No...
Bobby entered the room carrying everything that could possibly come in useful in an event like this. He dropped it all once he saw Dean.
"Dean..." Sam cried and held his brother tightly. "I'm sorry."
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