Hello readers :D this is just a random one-shot that popped into to my head so i had to write it down. I may continue it or may not. But enjoy :D

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Dean saw the sorrow full look in Sam's eyes, and he knew what was coming next.

"Dean..," was all Sam got to say before Dean put his hands up.

"No..Sam. Don't. I'm going to get you out of this. We are going to be fine," Dean stated, seeming to try to convince himself more than his brother.

"Sammy, just stay with me..please. I swear to god if you die on me, I'll bring you back from the dead and kill you myself..Help is coming. They will be here soon."

"No..No one knows we are here.." Sam stated looking at Dean with sympathetic eyes, then looking away when he started in another coughing session, "Dean..Hur-..Hurts.."

Dean gently ran his hand through his baby brother's hair, trying not to break down and the horrid sound that was coming from Sam.

"I know Sammy..Just hold on a little longer for me."

"Dean please just listen to me..Please," Sam practically begged, knowing his brother would not want to hear what he was going to say next.

Dean sighed. "What Sam?"

"I just want to say..I just want you to know that..Thank you for always being there for me when dad never was."

Dean sighed, dropping is head into his hands and sobbed.

"Don't.. Don't you do that. I not going to let you. Stop talking to me like you are going to die."

"I might.."

"God dammit Sam!" Dean yelled. "I wont let that happen!"

Sam's breath caught, gasping for air, he began to claw at the hole in his chest. Dean grabbed Sam's hands forcing him to stop and continue to put pressure on the wound. Sam sent a pleading look to Dean.

"Sam..No. ยป Dean begged. "I can't."

Sam turned his head away as the coughing progressively got worse. Speckles of blood appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"I will..It will be..easier for you," Sam panted. Then he removed his hand from his chest and to his left side where his gun lay.

In an instant, Dean was at his side seizing the gun from his brother's grasp and tossing it far away from them.

Dean pulled Sam into his lap, careful not to jostle him. Then he took Sam's face in both his hands , turning him to face Dean and forcing Sam's glazed eyes to stare into his.

"No, Sammy..I'm going to take care of you."