Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.
A/N: My first Supernatural fic! Set in All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1.
Warning: Typical Dean language and spoilers for All Hell Breaks Loose Part 1.
Dean POV
As I rounded the corner with Bobby, the relief filled me as I spotted Sam coming towards us. He was holding his arm, but there didn't seem to be too much wrong with him, just a few scrapes and his shoulder. "Sam!" I called.
A smile broke out on his face. "Dean."
Then I saw the guy that had been laying behind him in an army uniform get up and grab something off the ground. I tried to warn him, but it was too late. The bastard shoved the knife into my brothers back and twisted. I started running. "No!"
I had just gotten him back; this couldn't be happening, not now. Sam collapsed to his knees after the son of a bitch pulled the knife out and ran like hell. Bobby carried on after him, but I dropped to my knees in front of Sammy. I grabbed hold of his jacket, trying to keep him up right but his head was lolling everywhere.
"Hey, hey...come here, come here, let me look at ya," I try to stay calm but I could feel the rising panic building in my chest.
I put his head on my shoulder as I look at the wound in his back. I lifted my hand off of his back and I nearly blanched at the blood now coating my palm. I try to reassure Sammy, though I doubted he was even aware of what was going on. "Hey, look it's not even that bad," I lied but even I could hear the falseness in my tone. "It's not even that bad, alright?" His eyes started to roll back into his head and I shook him. "Sammy, Sam! Hey, listen to me, we are going to patch you up, okay...You'll be as good as new." The panic now had me in its firm grasp. Sammy continued to stare at nothing and I shook him again. This couldn't be happening, not here. He was my baby brother, my know it all little brother, he wasn't meant to die first!
"Huh? I'm gonna take care of you, I'm gonna take care of you!" I smile still trying to keep optimistic, trying to reassure, but I could tell that Sam was deteriorating fast. "It's my job, right, watch after my pain in the ass little brother."
It was my job, I was meant to take care of him, watch out for Sammy, that's what Dad always used to say. I had done that job, right up until Sam had left for Stanford, and I continued with it when he came back. I was his older brother, and I was meant to be here for him.
Sam's eyes wouldn't open and I held his face in my hands, try desperately to keep him with me. "Sam...Sam...Sam! Sammy!"
My little brothers eyes remained closed and his breathing stopped. I finally felt the tears spill over and I placed his head back on my shoulder as I rocked on my knees, my arms around his torso. "No. No-no-no-no-no-no. Oh, God. Oh, God..."
I clung onto him as my last desperate shout echoed in the night air. "SAM!"
A/N: So tell me what you think. As you can probably tell I was in an angsty mood and I was listening to Evanescence at the time of writing this. Reviews will be totalled as late birthday pressies, because it was my bday on the 5th Feb. R+R!