Alright. This is a bit angsty, but deal with it! And I wasn't sure where to end it, I was planning to write what happens if/when Dean wakes up, but I ended up ending it there. So please review and tell me what should I do, should I add a sequel or not?

It's snowing.

I'm laying on the cold, hard rocks on the ground, snow and cold breeze making me shiver.

I don't know how long it has been. Minutes, hours... but it doesn't matter.

Because I'm going to die in here, no matter what.

The fall broke my phone. And Dean isn't waking up.

"Why does ghosts always live in forests? It sucks", Dean muttered.
"It does", I agreed smiling a bit.
"It's cold, wet and darker than in city, and dark.. well, it's never good."
"I know, Dean", I laughed.

Dean lifted his gaze up to look at me.
"You alright? You have been quiet."

I snorted. Dean was always worrying about me.

"I am fine, Dean. How many times I have to tell that to you before you really get it?"
"Don't lie to me, I can see when you're not fine."

I sighed. Dean was right, I wasn't fine. But I surely as hell wasn't going to complain about my own problems. I had always dealt with them alone, I could to it now too.

"Lets talk about it later. Just focus on the ghost now, I don't want to get killed by it if it jumps us."

Dean looks at me in annoy but nods.
"Alright. Later."

Dean always worried about me, but now he was right. I was not fine. I was still dreaming about Jess, dreaming about her death. Hearing her scream and beg the thing killing her to stop.

I wasn't sleeping well, I wasn't eating much and as Dean told, I didn't speak. I just tried to forget the pain inside me, pain which was tearing me apart from the inside.

"Sam", Dean said and stopped. "I heard something."
"What? Where did it come from?"

Dean shook his head a little.
"I'm not sure. Like... everywhere."
"Alright.. not strange at all."
"Nope. Just keep your eyes open. It's grave is not far anymore. When we get to there, we can kill the bastard and leave."

I nodded.
"Sounds like a plan."

I can see Dean laying few meters from me. He has moved a little, shifted his position.

But that was like twenty minutes ago.

I can't get up to check on him. My legs would give up under me.

-If I got that far. I don't even know my injuries. My legs could be broken. They probably were. I can't feel them.

I know I'm bleeding from somewhere. I see black dots dancing in front of my eyes.

Maybe I hit my head.. it feels so light.

It takes so much energy to keep my eyes open. Slowly I let them fall shut.

We walked forwards, listening carefully. No more sounds came around us for a minute.

But then. A scream.

It was a creepy scream, no human could scream like it.

It had to be our ghost.

"Keep your eyes open. Don't let it jump us", Dean told me.
"Yeah, yeah."
"I mean it."
"And I mean it too! I'm not stupid!"

Dean lifted his hands up.
"Alright, geez, Sammy. Calm down."

I sighed.

"Sorry, I just-" my sentence was cut off by a loud scream. I spun around, hearing it came behind us.
"It's there", I yelled at Dean. He turned around too and raised his shogun.
"Bye, ghost", Dean muttered, shooting the ghost. It disappeared with a shriek.

"Let's get moving", Dean said and we started walking again.

After few minutes we saw the grave. It was marked with a wooden cross and a bush of roses. Well, the roses were dead but the bush was still there.

"Alright, let's get that fucker burned up", Dean said grinning a bit. I nodded sighing.
"Sounds great to me."

I know I am dying, but I'm not sure when. I feel as good as I possibly can in this situation. I feel nothing, and I'm glad. Pain would make everything harder.

My eyes are closed, and I just focus on breathing. Maybe Dean wakes up and rescues us. I don't know.

I doubt.

Dean hit his head pretty hard. And he is bleeding. I don't know if he is still..

Don't think about it. Don't.

Because Dean has to be okay. He always is. He can't die- not now. Not like this.

He is only 26, for God's sake.

And then realize it.

What if I feel nothing because I'm not so hurt? Yeah, my head hurts, but I hit it. Obviously.

I have to try. I can't just lay here anymore, I have to try.

Because Dean isn't waking up.

And I have to tell him something.

Dean dug first, then me. When other one was digging, the other one was keeping light and looking for the ghost.

It hadn't showed up again. It was a good thing.

"Alright, your turn", Dean told me and threw his shovel to me. I nodded, jumping to the whole Dean already made.
"You take the light", I said and gave the lamp to Dean. He grinned and nodded.
"Sure. Just dig fast. The ghost can appear every second now."

Silence fell as I dug.

"Sam?"
"Yeah..?"
"I know you are not alright. Not fine. I know you don't sleep."

I sighed.

"Dean-"
"Don't. If you say you're okay, I swear I will kick your ass. Because I know you're not."

I didn't answer, so Dean kept going. It was like he had already decided I would talk to him tonight.

"It's about Jess, isn't it?" A beat of silence. "I don't blame you. I've never been in love like that and lost her, but I know it must be awful. No, no, not just awful. Worse."

I sighed again.

"You're right."
"About what?"
"It's worse."

Dean nodded. I leaned to the shovel, a little bit out of breath.
"Like I said, I don't know. But it must be... killing you. And it is, Sammy. It is killing you. You don't eat, sleep or talk to me anymore. Share your burden a little bit, okay?"

I shook my head.
"When I was in Stanford, I learned that if you want to deal with things, you deal with them alone. Because if I tried to tell something to someone else but Jess, they just laughed and said something meaningless. I can deal with it alone, Dean. Thanks anyways."

"But Jess listened, right?"
"Yeah. She did. And now she's dead, all because of me. I should have known.."
"Quit it, Sam! It was not your fault! Non of this is! Just suck it up, if you want to blame something, blame that thing. It had nothing to do with you, alright?"

Before I could answer we heard the too-familiar scream. Dean spun around, hearing it came behind him. I felt an invisible power lift me up, and just before I was sent to a tree with my face first, I yelled Dean.

"Sammy!" was the last thing I heard before I hit the tree, hitting my head to it and falling to the ground conscious.

I open my eyes. I want to get to Dean. I have to get to Dean.

I moan and lift my head up a bit. It is a struggle, but I manage to get myself sitting. I see my legs.

Shit.

My other ankle is limp and I can't get it moving. My jeans are covered in blood on that area.
"Shit", I mutter under my breath.

I lay my hand on my ankle, trying to get better picture of it. But instantly a white pain shoots through my body, and I pull my hand away.

At least I can feel again.

I woke up only to see Dean above me.
"Hey, Sammy, you alright?"

I blinked once, trying to remember what happened.

"Are you alright?" Dean asks again, worry now shining through his voice.

I nodded.
"I think so."
"Good, we have to dig his grave open before he comes here again."
"Okay... just gimme a minute."

Dean nodded, getting up and starting to dig again.

I looked around me realizing I laid my back against a tree. That same tree I was thrown at.

Moaning I got up and went to help Dean.

We got the grave open in no time, but when I started to pour salt on it... the ghost appeared again. With just a movement of hand it sent Dean flying to the ground, knocking the wind out of him.

"Dean!" I yelled, backing off, realizing he had had the gun. I had nothing but a shovel in my hands.

It snapped it's fingers and I was in the air again. I saw Dean shaking his head, trying to clear his vision or something.
"Sam!" he yelled seeing me fly through the air.

I felt a falling sensation when the ghost released me from it's grip. I fell for a few seconds, maybe four to five meters. Then I felt my body hitting the ground, and everything hurt for a minute. Then... black.

Alright. I have to try again.

I place my hands on the cold ground trying to lift myself up.

My ankle hurts like hell, and doesn't really help moving. But at least I know I've hurt it. Now I know to be careful with it.

I bite my lip and push myself up, taking support from the nearby tree.

I feel my ribs. They hurt, and I think I have broken few of them, at least one. It would be not a surprise, when you think about how I fell.

I hiss when my hurting ankle takes too much weight, and I quickly lift it up.

"Dean", I moan, trying to get him wake up.

I realize I can't do it. Not with my ankle.

"Dean.. Please wake up."

"Sam!" I heard familiar voice. It felt to far away.

"Sammy?" Dean. Why was he so far? Why wasn't he next to me?

I didn't know, but I knew I had to open my eyes. Slowly I opened them, black dots dancing in my vision.

I saw Dean. He was standing twenty meters away from me, shotgun in his hands. I blinked, trying to get the dots disappear.

"Sammy, you alright?"

Why wasn't he coming to me? I needed him. I was hurt. I could barely keep my eyes open.

And then I saw it. Just a slight movement behind Dean.

He missed it, but I didn't.

"D'n", tried to yell, but my voice was harsh and quiet.
"De'n!"

He didn't get it.

The figure behind my big brother was a ghost. Another. It wasn't the one we were hunting -this one was woman. It opened it's mouth and screamed, and Dean spun around just to see a ghost grabbing him and sending him flying towards me. He landed hard about ten meters from me and hit his head.

Dean cried out of pain, but quickly recovered and started to look around him for another body.

And there it was.

Just a few meters away from him lay a body of a woman with gray hair and empty eyes. Her corpse looked like it had been here long time.

"Sam, stay awake", Dean quickly told me before he threw a lighter at the body, flaming it up. Dean had to know I was almost out.

Before the ghost disappeared, it suddenly appeared in front of Dean, throwing him backwards. I saw Dean hitting his head again, and passing out.

The ghost disappeared with a loud scream. I closed my eyes when flames ate the ghost away, leaving nothing but silence.

So here I am. Trying to move forward, failing.

Gosh. This is useless.

But I have to try. Even though I can't do it. I will fall without something to hold on.

I sigh. Maybe I should try to call Dean. Maybe he'll wake up.

"De'n", I try, my throat still dry. I cough and try again. "Dean."

Nothing. Just a silence. I would do anything to hear Dean talking to me, I want to hear his voice.

I need to tell him I'm okay, that I would tell him everything about my feelings if he would just wake up.

"Dean, please. Wake up. I need you here", I beg, carefully watching him and trying to find if he's hurt badly. I find nothing, and I sigh in relief. Maybe he is just knocked out. He has to be 'just knocked out'. I see his chest rising and falling.

"Dean, come on. You said I was the one dying. You have to wake up, man."

Dean shivers, and shifts a bit, but doesn't open his eyes.

"Come on, Dean. You can do this, I need to see your eyes. I promise I'll behave, I'll tell you everything. You have to help me out here."

Few minutes passes. Dean doesn't move anymore. The little twinkle of hope inside me is gone.

I sank on my knees, snow falling on me and my surroundings. I let my back fall down, and before I even know it, I am laying again on the cold ground.

I feel one, single tear falling on my cheek. I let it fall. I just don't care anymore.

I let my eyes fall shut once again, not caring if Dean is ever going to wake up or not.

Moments pass. I weakly open my eyes and look at Dean one last time. I sink my finger to the snow, and write one word. Smiling I close my eyes the very last time, and I am engulfed by the everlasting darkness.