What Would You Do?- Chapter one

A/N: Hello everyone! Hope you enjoy this new story! Takes place right after Season 3 ends. THERE WILL BE SPOILERS from seasons 4 and 5 and possibly more, although I don't know for sure.

Disclaimer: Don't own anything Supernatural related, but my OC Alice, is mine.

Chapter 1 - Loss

It was a cool May night. The temperatures still cool enough at night to warrant a medium jacket. Most people that were still out and about that night were concerned about the dropping temperature rushing to take refuge in their homes, away from the chilly night air. The chill was the least of my concerns.

I sat at the bar, staring at the drink in my hands, swirling the caramel colored liquid around the glass for a moment before bringing the glass to my lips and downing it in one swift movement. I felt the familiar burn as it slid down my throat, closing my eyes, the pain that caused me to end up in this bar flashing in front of my eyes.

I had failed. I couldn't stop it. I had made a promise and I broke it.

I brought my hand to my eyes, as I tried to push the pain away. I just wanted the pain to stop, but I doubt it ever would. I could still see his face in my mind…so contorted in pain, his face caked in blood….

I couldn't think about it any longer and shook my head to try and dislodge the image, though I knew it was only temporary. I signaled the bartender for another drink and succeeded in downing two more shots of alcohol to keep the pain at bay. I knew I'd regret it in the morning, but at the moment I just didn't care. My boyfriend had just died a horrible death, and I couldn't imagine what kind of pain his brother was feeling at the moment.

They had had their differences, but in the past few years they've grown really close. Having grown up without their mother, and having only each other to depend on while their dad dragged them from city to city 'working'… I could only imagine what he was feeling. He was all alone now. His mom died when he was only six months old, his father just two short years ago, and now his brother was gone too.

I downed one last drink, finally deciding I should attempt to walk back to the hotel that I was staying at with my now ex-boyfriends brother. I knew I didn't need to stay with him, but in the past few months I had come to know Sam like a brother, and I had no other place to go either. Together we could work past this.

It took me a little longer to get back to the hotel than I had thought, the alcohol making walking somewhat difficult, as I pulled my jacket tighter around me. When I finally made it back to the room, Sam was already wasted, his eyes glazed over and red as he stared at the half empty bottle in his hands. His shoulders were slumped in defeat, and despite how drunk I was, I rushed to him trying to console him.

"Oh, Sammy." I cooed, placing my hands on either side of his angular face, my heart breaking at the pain that I saw in his eyes. My heart broke further as a tear leaked from his eye, a strangled sob shaking his lean frame.

"He's gone, Alice." Sam choked out, my mind barely comprehending the words. "They're all gone."

"I know, Sam. I know." I soothed, pulling him into an embrace, rocking him slightly like his mom would have done if she were here as his sobs intensified.

"I'm all alone."

"Hey." I demanded as I pushed him slightly to look him in his face, his eyes avoiding mine. I waited for him to look at me, but when I realized he wasn't going to on his own, I took matters into my own hands, nearly demanding that he listened. I waited until our eyes locked before I added, "You're not alone, Sammy. I'm here. I won't leave you."

"Promise?" He choked, his sobs almost gone as his pain filled eyes searched my face. I knew making a promise was probably the last thing that I should be doing. The Winchesters were known for making deals and promises, and look where it landed them. They were all dead. Mary, John, Dean, their grandparents Samuel and Deana…Sam was the only one left. I sighed, the words coming out of my mouth before I could actually think about what I was doing.

"I promise." Without another word, I brought my lips to his forehead kissing him softly, wiping away his tears as I pulled away his eyes never leaving mine. Yawning, I took the bottle from Sam's hands, placing it on the table before pulling Sam reluctantly to the bed, forcing him to lie down, pulling a blanket over his form. I was about to turn in on the other bed, but his voice stopped me. It was so quiet I almost didn't hear it, and when I turned to look at him, I just about wanted to cry.

Lying on the bed, I no longer saw the strong, brave, angst-y Sam that I had come to know, but instead I saw a little boy, so vulnerable and broken, and for a split second Dean's terrified face came into view. In that one moment, I knew how broken Sam really was, because I felt the same way. I loved Dean, with all my heart, and the pain was too much. Emotions ripped through me as I tried to choke back a sob, squeezing my blue eyes shut as a tear escaped.

Dean was gone. Nothing was going to bring him back. I wouldn't see him smile…wouldn't hear him laugh… wouldn't feel his gentle touch on my skin…

I felt a touch on my arm and for a split second I thought it was Dean. The harsh sting of reality told me it wasn't Dean, but Sam. I opened my eyes and looked through glossy eyes to Sam, who sat on the edge of the bed, my body within reach. Despite taking care of him mere minutes earlier, he now tried to comfort me. Though his green orbs still held so much pain, he pushed his own emotions aside…for me.

It was then that I realized I needed Sam as much as he needed me. We were like yin and yang and one look was all it took to convince me that I could not walk away from him… promise or not… to him or his brother.

'You have to promise me something.' Dean spoke, nervously as he held our hands between us.

'Anything.' I agreed, my blue eyes searching his face for something. I knew that this was probably something big because he'd been acting extremely weird all day. I could tell by the way he was acting. He had been off, not really himself… nothing too big really, but just little things, like something was on his mind. Obviously I had been right.

'You have to promise me, if this thing goes south and I don't make it out of there…'

'Dean, no.' I begged, dreading where this conversation was heading.

'Please.' He begged, a hint of fear in his eyes, as he dropped one of my hands, moving to cup my cheek in his palm . 'Promise that you'll take care of Sammy for me.'

I had intended to object, but he cut me off before I could protest, his eyes tearing up as he spoke. 'Please. I need to know that he'll be taken care of when I'm gone. Him…You…Bobby… You're all I've got left. Please?'

I sighed, my eyes tearing up as I stood in front of my boyfriend for what I now realize would have been the last time. 'Alright.' I choked out, my voice cracking. 'I promise.'

Sam's arms wrapped around my body in an embrace as I cried freely in his arms, and didn't protest when he picked me up and shifted me to the bed, positioning me laying next to him, wrapped up in each others embraces. As the events of the day, along with the large quantity of alcohol that both Sam and I had consumed, caught up with us, we drifted to sleep.

Sam drifted off moments before I did and as I watched him sleep I couldn't help myself and brushed his hair away from his face in a loving gesture, the pain from his waking life gone, if only for a moment. I brought my lips to his cheek once more before settling next to him again.

"Don't worry, Sammy. Everything's going to be okay" I whispered, stroking his hair with my free hand, before drifting off to sleep myself. "I promise."

A/N: What did you think of that? This was the third attempt at this story because I kept changing my mind on where to start it, and I like this beginning much better than before. The other beginnings I may use later for flashbacks, as they will reveal what the broken promise was. Please review! I will give a shout out to anyone that reviews!

Thanks so much!

Peace!