It was just another hunt. This wasn't supposed to happen. Dean was supposed to have gone in and killed the damn vampire, Sam right behind him. They had a plan. They should've gotten out alive. Sammy shouldn't have gotten caught. None of this was supposed to happen….
Dean was staring, wide eyed at his younger brother. They were both tied to chairs, ropes securing their wrists and ankles to the chair. Dean had a gag over his mouth, restricting him from calling out. Sam on the other hand did not. The younger Winchester had his shirt ripped off, and was slowly being cut apart. One of the male vampire's was dragging a knife- Dean's knife, across Sam's chest. He could hear Sam's screams his pleas and begs. He could see the grin on the vampire's face. He was going to kill that bastard. No one hurt Sammy like this.
"Dean-'' another scream. Deep breathe. Clenched jaw. "Dean…Help…Please!" Scream. Scream. Cry. Pant. Gasp. "Stop!"
Sam was crying now. His chest and stomach were so covered in blood that Dean couldn't see skin anymore. His brother had his eyes shut, and his skin was a mangled mess. The vampire looked to Dean as he stabbed the knife into Sam, "Hey, Dean," He whispered, "You know what? I'm gonna kill little Sammy here," He was grinning, "And I'm using your knife. How does it feel being responsible for the pain he's feeling?" He said, his voice a little louder, "Ask nicely, and maybe I'll kill him a little faster. Not make as much pain." Dean couldn't talk. He couldn't open his mouth. The vampire laughed, "Huh? Sorry, I can't hear you." He said, "Oh well, we'll just have to do this my way." He said, twisting the knife, another mangled scream coming from Sam.
Dean shut his eyes. He should be protecting Sam. He shouldn't be tied up. He should've known there would be more than one vampire. He should have known it was a trap. He shouldn't have let Sam get caught. Shouldn't have let any of this happen. He's the big brother. He's all Sam has. He was going to get his brother killed, all because he didn't know.
Sam was shaking. He could feel himself going into shock. Every time he tried to call out, to cry out, to do anything, all that came out was a scream. A mangled, bloody scream. He wanted to die, wanted this monster to just kill him already. He couldn't stand this pain. He wasn't going to live very much longer.
Dean shook his head, not wanting to be here. He wanted to be somewhere else. "Dean, you should probably open your eyes. Watch this. Otherwise I'm killing Sam." The vampire told him, smirking. Dean swallowed, opening his eyes shakily. He looked at Sam, taking a deep breathe. Without warning, the vampire brought up the knife, ripping it through Sam's neck, killing him quickly. Dean struggled against the ropes, screaming in his mouth as he heard the ending cries of Sam.
Dean stared at the monster, his eyes wide. Sam was dead. Dead and gone and never coming back. He had one job in life. One damn job. He had just failed it. Everything he's known his whole life, everything he'd been taught and told to do was just stripped from him. He was alone. He had no one. Everyone he had loved had left or died or gotten killed because of him.
Dean looked up as the vampire walked over to him. The monster pulled out a gun, raising it to Dean's forehead. The last thing the eldest Winchester saw was that stupid grin on that stupid monsters face before the lights went black and bits of his brain blew out behind him.
