DISCLAIMER: NOPE DON'T OWN THEM. WISH THE HELL I DID THOUGH

A/N: Okay this happens between Shadow and Hell house. I took some liberty with the timeline so it mite be a little out of time but I needed to get this out of my system. This might be a deathfic it might not be.

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I Can't live without you here.

CHAPTER 1: A PROMISE

It's been three hours since Dean pulled into Bobby's yard carrying a half conscious Sam from the car, up the stairs and into their room. It's been four hours since Dean killed the werewolf that attacked and clawed Sam's body leaving him within inches of his life. It's been an hour since Dean and Bobby managed to stitch and bandage every wound and gash. Sam was lucky the werewolf did not bite him before Dean got a shot off. It's been almost half an hour since Sam began fading in and out of consciousness. The shock and internal damage slowly but surely taking its toll on Sam's damaged body…

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Dean was sitting on one of the beds in the room they usually slept in when staying at Bobby's. He was sitting with his back against the headboard Sam cradled in his arms, head resting against Dean's chest. His one hand holding Sam close to his other in his air brushing away body, the strands of Sam to long hair from his forehead. Every time a spasm of pain went thought the younger Winchesters body Dean would whisper calming words to him, clutching him closer to his body as fresh tears made their way down his face, dripping into Sam's blood and sweat soaked hair.

Yes, Dean Winchester was crying. He was crying because when your brother's dying in your arms you make a goddamn exception……..

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A FEW MINUNTES LATER……

"DEAN…."

The word was spoken was spoken like a whisper but it still send a wave of pain though Sam's body. If Dean's face wasn't buried in Sam's hair he would have missed it but it but he was fully alert when Sam moaned his name.

"Hey Sammy, how you feeling?" Dean asked also whispering.

"Not so good. Everything hurts, Dean" Sam moaned voice filled with pain.

"I Know. I know, but that's what happens if you try to be a chew toy for a werewolf." Dean tried to joke.

"JERK."

"BITCH."

"Dean…..I'm so…cold "Sam said struggling to draw in breath and speak.

"Don't worry Sammy, you'll feel better in a while .I promise, okay. You'll be alright."Dean tried to comfort him as new tears started to run down his face.

"Lair" Sam said half smiling and half wincing in pain as he grabbed Dean's hand, interlocking their fingers.

"Dean, promise me something?"

"Anything, Sammy" Dean said voice faltering on the last words.

'Promise me that after you find Dad and killed the thing that killed Mom and Jess, you'll stop hunting and live you're live."

"I…."Dean began

"Pr…promise me, please" Sam gasped, the pain starting to increase.

"I promise, Sammy." Dean answered looking into Sam's pain filled eyes that started to glaze over.

"D...Dean…" Sam started but a new wave of pain hit him again.

"Sammy, no, don't you dare. Please don't die, don't leave me here, PLEASE." Dean begged

"Sorry…I…can't, Dean. It hurts… too… much" Sam struggled to say.

"No, Sammy. PLEASE……"

"I love…you …Dean" Sam gasped

'I love you too Sammy" Dean sobbed and when Sam let out his last breath he was gone.

Dying in Dean's arms.

Dean buried his face in Sam's shoulder. Heartbreaking sobs ripping though his body.

"No, No, No…Sammy… Come back, please…"

"I can't live without you here…" he cried into Sam's shoulder, feeling like his heart, his very soul just died….

TO BE CONTINUED….

A/N: please don't hate me