A/N- hi guys! This is a DEATHFIC so you've been warned!
I DON'T OWN A THING enjoy
The black Impala sped down the empty highway. The stars sparkeled brilliantly against the dark sky.
The youngest Winchester stared thoughtfully out the window as Dean drove rather recklessly through the night.
"Where did you say this place was?" Dean questioned from the drivers seat his eyes never leaving the road.
Sam unfolded the map of the small New England town. They were heading to a local haunted house for a simple salt and burn.
"Uh, the road should be coming up soon" Sam responded as his eyes scanned the map before him.
Dean slowed his driving as the small dirt road, barely big enough for the Impala to slip through, came into view.
The car slowly drove along the lengthy path towards the secluded house.
"You sure he's buried here" Dean asked as he stepped out of the drivers side into the crisp autumn air.
"Yeah, he should be buried in the backyard" Sam answered.
Sam climbed out the passenger side, meeting his brother at the back of the car. Dean opened the sleek black trunk and lifted up the false bottom, revealing the trunk full of weapons.
He grabbed his favorite silver pistol loaded with rock salt as Sam gathered the lighter fluid, salt, matches and shovels.
"Ready" Sam questioned, looking over at Dean.
Dean nodded as he moved steadily towards the backyard, Sam following close behind.
The backyard was unkept with grass reaching up past the boys ankles and one sad, overgrown tree in the center of the yard.
The brothers slowly made their way to the tree, noticing the small tombstone underneath its old branches.
"I think this is it" Dean declared as he began digging.
Sam kept watch as the last of the dirt was removed revealing old rotten bones.
They quickly went to work pouring the lighter fluid on the bones.
Just as Sam was finished sprinkling the salt, Dean felt a chill run down his spine.
He turned around as he was suddenly flung across the yard, hitting his head hard on the ground.
"Dean!" Sam called from the grave. He started moving towards him but Deans words stopped him.
"No; light the bones!"
Sam nodded and struck a match. The spirit seemed to know what they were up to as it appeared behind Sam.
"Sam look out!" Dean shouted. But Sam didnt react quick enough. He turned around just as the blade of a sword pierced through his abdomen, the tip protruding from his back.
"Sammy!" Dean screamed as he ran towards his brother and the spirit.
The spirit pulled the blade out as Sam fell to the ground.
Dean, in a burst of adrenalin, lit a match and threw it into the grave.
The spirit screamed in pain as it disappeared.
Dean ran to his brother. He gathered him in his arms.
"Sam?" Dean asked
"D..n" Sams voice was barely above a whisper.
"Yeah Sammy it's me; listen youre gonna be fine, okay." Dean replied as he held back the tears that began to form.
Sam was covered in blood and Dean knew that the wound was fatal but he refused to admit it.
Sams eyes began to close as blood trickled out of his mouth.
Dean shook him gentlly, "Sorry Sammy but you got to stay awake for me"
"Dean.. I'm sorry" Sam coughed as more blood splattered onto his squeezed his eyes shut in pain.
Dean couldn't stop the tears from falling as he took in his deathly pale brother.
"Sam don't say that you're gonna be fine" Dean scolded as he gripped Sam tighter.
Sam looked at him through pain filled eyes, " I.. Love you" he whispered as he fell limp in Deans arms.
No no no Sammy! Come on Sammy don't do this, don't die on me!" Dean pleaded.
Sam didnt respond.
"I'm so sorry Sammy" Dean whispered as he held his dead brother tightly in his arms.
The end
A/N- yeah so sorry it was a bit sad I just.. I don't know :) well please review it really does mean a lot to me! Thanks!