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As long as I'm around

Dean sat on the barstool silently drinking his beer, watching as Ellen made her rounds. Three hunters sat at the bar across from him two of them had their guns out, taken apart and sitting on towels Ellen provided for them so they didn't scratch her mahogany bar top. They were quietly discussing the hunt they would soon be leaving on. Two burly men were shooting pool and another trio were playing poker at one of the tables while a pretty brunette watched. Ash was sitting at his usual table his homemade laptop open as he drank a PBR and clicked away.

The door opened. Dean looked up and saw his brother's tall form framed in the doorway. Dean came immediately to his feet his eyes widening as he watched in horror when Sam lifted his hands brandishing a shining pair of .45 caliber colt semi-automatic pistols. He watched in disbelief as his brother's hands rose and pointed the guns at the hunters sitting at the bar.

He stood unable to move, unable to breathe as fire flashed from the both guns and two of the unsuspecting hunters fell lifeless to the floor. The third barely had time to turn before he was struck in the forehead with the next shot, blood and brains splattered across Ellen's shocked face before she too was felled by the young hunter standing in the doorway.

Dean sucked in a breath whispering, "No, Sammy…"

Gunfire erupted from somewhere behind him as the men who'd been shooting pool tried to save themselves. Sam never even flinched as the shots plowed into the door frame mere inches from his head, instead he lifted the guns higher and started shooting in quick succession left, right, left right.

Dean didn't need to look over his shoulder to know the two men were dead. He could see it written on his brother's gleeful face as he turned his weapons on the three card playing hunters and the brunette as they reached for their weapons. They didn't have a chance as Sam opened up and emptied both guns into them laughing as the brunette tried to beg for her life before he killed her.

Sam dropped the empty guns on the blood soaked floor. He stepped over the bodies of the dead and dying hunters approaching his devastated brother while he pulled out his curved blade from behind his back.

Dean shook his head overwhelm by the enormity of what had just happened. He knew that somehow he had his own guns in his hands hanging down at his sides, whether to help his brother or the hunters he would never know. His eyes met Sam's as his brother as Sam stalked closer. The deep yellow color of them ebbing and flowing as he stared at Dean.

"You were a fool you know," Sam told Dean. "You never had a chance of protecting him. He was destined to be mine from the day he was born."

"No," Dean heard himself whisper.

Sam smirked as he lifted his knife and with one swift stroke he sliced through Dean's neck slitting his throat all the way to the bone. "Yes," he told his brother as he stared into his eyes and watched coldly as he crumpled to the ground.

Dean gasped nearly screaming as he woke from the nightmare. He jerked up to sit his bed his hands going automatically to his throat while his breaths came in deep gasps. He looked around wildly, looking for his brother and was almost surprised to see him sleeping peacefully on the bed next to him. He stared at his brother at the peaceful look on his face as he slept.

"I am going to save you little brother," he said quietly. "As long as I'm around nothing bad is going to happen to you."

A/N - This one's been running around in my head for a while, but just fleshed itself out after Thursday's episode. I know it was a little scary and I hope nothing like this every comes to pass on the show... Please review and let me know what you thought!