Broken

Summary: After IMTOD. Sam's distrought, Dean makes it worse and doesn't realise until it's too late. Limp!Sam. Angst! One-Shot

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

AN: Just an idea that popped into my head after watching the start of Series 2 and how Dean acted. It was also an excuse for some Sam bashing! Sorry Sam! Hope you like it!

The motel was dark, every light turned off. Sam sat in the darkness, contemplating his thoughts. It had been 3 weeks since his fathers death; Sam was still reeling. He felt guilty, he'd fought with his father most of his life, and now, now he was gone.

But Sam was also worried. Dean was closer to their father than Sam had ever been and yet Dean seemed to be doing better. But he wasn't. Not really. Dean was doing worse, but unlike Sam, Dean wasn't greiving, wasn't showing emotion. Dean was keeping everything hidden. And that was worse.

The door opened and Dean entered, a large smile on his face. "Won 200 bucks on the tables!" He announced loudly as he closed the door behind him. He saw his brothers slumped figure against the headboard and sighed. "Dude. You still mopeing around?"

Sam looked up and sighed before looking back at the bed covers, head between his knees.

Dean turned the main light on. "Oh come on Sam" Dean said, also sighing.

"Come on what Dean?" Sam asked, angrily, lifting his head and looking Dean in the eye. "Dad's dead. What am I supposed to do?".

Dean looked at Sam angrily. "You're supposed to do your job!".

Sam looked at Dean sadly, a tear falling down his cheek. "You mean a job that killed him" Sam sighed. "What's the point".

Dean shook his head. "The point is that we save lives Sam. You know, maybe dad was right. You're just selfish, you don't care about anyone but yourself!"

"Really? That's what you really think?" Sam asked angrily. "At least I seem to care. All you do is go around like everythings fine! Everything's not fine Dean!" Sam was shouting at the end, he was that angry with Dean's previous statement.

Dean looked at Sam, a mixture of Sadness and anger. "I care. More than you know. I was there for him. Where were you Sam? Where were you!" Dean slammed his fist against the wall. "I'll tell you where! You went to school! You left us!"

Sam sighed sadly. "Dad was the one who said if i left, that i can't come back".

"Then why did you leave?" Dean asked. "Why did you betray us?"

"Betray you?" Sam scoffed. "I was just going to school".

"We aren't normal Sam! When are you gonna realise that! Hell, I'm even more normal than you are with all your freaky visions!" Dean yelled, furiously. But as soon as he saw Sam's face, he regretted what he's said. Sam was no longer angry, but a mixture of sadness and hurt. Tears ran down Sam's face and he quickly wiped them away before leaving the motel room.

"Damn it!" Dean yelled, once he realised what he'd done. He hadn't meant anything he'd said, he was just angry. He didn't know why but he'd been like this ever since his fathers death. And Sam was taking the brunt of it.

He moved to the door just as he heard the sound of screeching tires and opened the door to a sight that would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Sam's body being forced over the top of an SUV.

"SAM!" Dean screamed fearfully as Sam fell to the floor with a loud crack.

Tears fell down Dean's face as he ran to his brothers side. "Sammy?" The right side of Sam's face was covered in blood, a large cut on his hairline. The right side of his shirt was also covered in blood. His left wrist and ankle bent at odd angles. His eyes were opened to slits and he looked at Dean. "It's ok Dean. I'm not afraid".

Dean looked at Sam sadly. "Relax Sammy. Your gonna be ok" He turned to the driver who was stood looking at the pair in shock. "Call 911!" The driver fumbled for his phone on Dean's command.

Sam's coughing brought Dean's gaze back to his brother. "Relax Sammy" Dean said, moving his brother's head onto Dean's lap.

Sam smiled lightly and coughed in pain. "I'm not afraid Dean" Sam repeated, a small line of blood coming from his mouth.

Dean's breath quickened slightly. "It's alright Sammy. Ok. You'll be fine".

Sam coughed again, wincing, the trail of blood flowing faster. "I'm sorry Dean".

"No Sam, I'm sorry. Please don't leave me. I'm so sorry". Dean cried, fear overiding. He couldn't loose his brother. Not now. Not after everything.

"No. You were right" Sam replied, before coughing in pain.

"No. Don't think that. Just hold on Sammy. Please hold on, don't leave me. Not now". Dean begs, the tears flowing faster.

Sam smiles lightly and coughs in pain. "I'm not afraid Dean" He repeats once more. "I love you".

"I love you too Sammy" Dean replied. He didn't want to accept the fact that Sam might not make it through. But he knew that his brother was giving up and he wanted to make sure that Sam knew the truth.

Suddenly, Sam's breathing slowed to a complete stop and Dean searched frantically for a pulse. "No. Sammy".

There was none.

But luckily, the EMT's pulled up and immediately went into action.

"No pulse" One of the EMT's said. "Get the defribulators"

The other EMT nodded and brought out the metal paddles. "Charging at 200"

The 1st one nodded. "Clear" He placed the paddles on Sam's chest and Sam's body rose before falling back against the asphalt.

The 2nd EMT brothe a sigh of relief. "Got a pulse. Let's get him to general".

The 1st EMT smiled before getting a stretcher and helping the 2nd one load Sam onto it. The 2nd one looked at Dean. "Are you coming"

Dean looked up. He hadn't even noticed what the EMT's had been doing. Once he'd felt that Sam's pulse was gone, he'd broke down. "Yeah" He whispered.

The 2nd EMT smiled sympathetically and gave Dean a hand into the ambulance. "We'll take care of him".

Dean smiled. "Thanks".


It was 4 hours later when someone finally approached Sam.

"Are you with Samuel Davis?" A man with blood covered scrubs on asked him. Sam's blood.

Dean gagged slightly. "Yeah. Is he ok?"

The man smiled. "I'm Dr Parsy, I was Sam's surgeon. Don't worry. He'll be fine. Sam sufferered a large amount of internal bleeding, due to a ruptured spleen and left kidney. Luckily, we managed to rectify it without having to remove the organs. He does have a few contusions to right kidney and liver, but hopefully, with a lot of bed rest, they should heal themseves and not cause any more bleeding. He's very lucky".

Dean nodded. "Can I see him?"

"Of course. He's in ICU 108" Dr Parsy replied.

"Thanks" Dean nodded to the doctor and left heading to Sam's room.

As he looked at his sleeping brother through the glass in between the room and the hallway, Dean smiled. But it was a sad smile.

'Sam'll be fine now. Physically he'll be fine'. Dean thought sadly. 'But mentally, he's still broken. And it's my fault'.

Hope you liked it. I was gonna leave it as a death fic, but I changed my mind.

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