"S-Sam! Sam, keep your eyes open!"
Dean didn't mean for this to happen. This was just supposed to be a simple hunt of clearing out some demons in a town. He wasn't supposed to let them get the upper hand on him and Sam. But they were out numbered and Dean got distracted.
And now Sam lay in his arms, trembling and clinging to Dean in fear of the blood pooling underneath him and the white beginning to cloud his vision.
"Sammy?" Dean closed his eyes against the tears and ran his shaking hand over Sam's forehead.
The younger brother flinched, curling into Dean's arm more and burying his head in between his arm and chest. Sam mumbled constantly, afraid that if he stopped talking he would no longer be here. In the safe arms of his brother. Sam mumbled many apologies, of how he just wanted to protect Dean and how he had failed.
"Sammy, stop. It's ok. Your going to be fine," Dean reassured.
Dean looked up at the chaos around them and was livid. He wanted to kill all the demons for what they had done to his Sam. Rip them apart and watch them burn. He wanted to yell for Castiel to stop fighting the demons and make Sam better.
But he wouldn't put Sam down. He didn't dare leave his brother's side or stop telling him to hold on and that everything was going to be ok.
A/N Please let me know what you thought!
