A/N: I don't own supernatural, or Sam and Dean *Sigh*.
A/N 2: So this is my first attempt at a drabble. Although maybe it's too long to be classed as a drabble. I'm not sure.
Gone…
Relief fills me as I round the corner.
Sam.
We found him.
He's there, right in front of me.
He's okay.
"Sam." I say.
"Dean." Sam calls back, looking relived as well.
Then this guy, who I didn't notice until now picks up a knife.
"Sam look out!" I scream.
But it's too late, he plunges the knife into Sam's back.
I run towards Sam
"Noooooooooooo!" I shout.
Sam falls to his knees.
The guy runs.
I drop my gun and fall to my knees vaguely aware of Bobby passing us by.
I grab the front of Sam's shirt.
"Sam."
He slumps into me.
"No, no, no, no, no, Sam, Sam, Sam, hey, come here and let me look at you." I tell him as I hold him up.
I reach around and touch the darkening spot on his back.
My hand comes away red and sticky.
I feel the panic shoot through me.
Clench at my heart.
He's fading.
"Hey look, look at me, it's not even that bad."
I try to comfort him, comfort me.
Sam flops around in my arms.
I pull on the front of his shirt trying to get him to look at me.
"It's not even that bad alright." I say again.
If I can get him to hold on, get him to a hospital.
I shake him gently trying to get him to respond.
"Sammy." I say softly.
He doesn't answer.
"Sam." I practically yell and shake him again.
"Hey listen to me, we'll patch ya up okay, your gonna be as good as new, huh."
You have to be Sammy, you just have too.
Sam's eyes are unfocused, his head lolls around.
" I'm gonna take care of ya, I'm gonna take care of ya, I gotcha, it's my job right, watch out for my pain in the ass little brother."
It will be okay, I can't lose him, I can't.
I brush the hair away from Sam's face.
"Sam."
I brush the hair away again, more frantically I'm starting to panic.
But I'm trying to stay calm.
For him.
"Sam, Sam."
I see the light go out of his eyes.
I feel it.
They shut.
My head starts to spinning, This can't be happening.
" Sammy!"
I shake him gently trying to get him to open his eyes.
He doesn't.
I hold his face, his shirt.
Sam's eyes still don't open.
This can't be happening, It can't.
"No, no." I say as if the word will make it all go away.
"No, no, no, no, no." I say quicker, pain exploding in my chest.
Consuming me.
I pull Sam to me, hug him tight.
"No, no." I say again, even though I know it won't help.
My eyes tear up.
"Oh God." I whisper.
My Sammy's gone.
My little brother.
My friend.
My world.
My life.
I rest my hand on the back of Sam's head.
I put it back around him.
Pull him tight again.
My breathing hitches.
I try not to break down.
I burry my face in his shoulder.
I breath him in.
He still feels warm.
"Sam!" I shout again, even though I know my brother is gone.
Please tell me what you think.