DISCLAIMER: I do not own Supernatural, again I wish I did, but I don't.
I should be doing homework, but I found this on my computer and hey, what can I say?
Sam's thoughts as he dies at the end of All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1.
Sam heard his big brother call and turned around in comfort. He was tired, cold and hungry and wanted to go home - or somewhere that he could rest for 48 hours. The mud was drying already on his skin and the annoying itch was starting to crawl up his legs and arms. He managed a smile of relief as he caught sight of his older brother, his protector, for the first time in days as he rounded the gate with Bobby.
"Dean…" He started towards his brother, thankful it was over and that his big brother had finally come. He was exhausted and not just from the constant vigilance he had held for the past few days. The fear and horror at what he had seen was draining him and he was even surprised he had held on so long. But he had known Dean had come. Andy had sent him the vision, but even before then Sam had known. Dean was his big brother. Dean would always come.
He dimly registered his brother call something else before a sudden intrusion in his back and a burning sensation that seemed to detach him from his body sliced through his senses.
Dean was running at him, yelling something, and he felt safe again as his brother caught him as he fell. Something was wrong, he could feel the heat in his back but couldn't register what had happened. Bobby ran past after somebody… Jake? But he felt his eyes close and most awareness desert him as he leaned against his brother. Dean was there… the pain blinded him… Dean would keep him safe… he could feel something warm on his back… Dean was there… Dean wouldn't let anything happen to him…
Short, hopefully not too bad! Thanks for reading, can I tempt you with a mini review and milk and cookies at the other end? Please?
