"Hey, Sammy." I say cheerfully as my little brother climbs in the car beside me.

"Hey." Sam says with a sigh.

"Ugh. Dude, turn that frown upside-down." I say with a smile.

"Yeah, sure."

"Sam, is this still about the fight with Dad?" I groan.

"Yeah, Dean, it is. I'm so tired of this. Of moving schools, hunting, all of it! I just want a normal life!"

"Yeah, well, that's not going to happen! That is just how it is! Grow up, Sam!"

"It's not fair! I never wanted this life! Why don't I have a say?"

"Because your just a kid and you don't deserve one!"

"I'm 14! I'm sure I can make my own decisions. I can take care of myself!"

"Oh, I'm so sure. It's not like I have to stay with you most of the time while Dad is hunting."

"I don't ask you to stay! Dad does! So don't blames that on me!" Sam spat, both of our blood boiling. "You think Mom would have wanted this life for us?!"

That is when he crosses the line. "Shut up! You didn't even know Mom! Maybe if you were never born she would still be alive! Maybe we would have never hunted! I know I would be happy if you weren't! I wouldn't have you
as a dumb, burden, and invalid little brother! I would be happy!" I say and immediately regret it. My heart clenches as I see the hurt look on my little brother's face. I didn't mean it. I know I don't. I was
just so mad. I just told Sam to his face all of his worst fears. What terrible big brother am I?

Sam slowly turned his face towards the window. My face still facing Sam.

Sam then turned his head forwards and yelled, "Dean, look out!"

I quickly turn my head forward to see a car in our lane. I jerk the steering wheel to the right and into a ditch. I feel the car flip over multiple times before the car stops upside down.

I feel the glass in my skin. The blood is dripping down my face. My head is pounding. I heard people crying and yelling outside the car. Someone talking to the police and telling them where out accident was located. The car
that hit is long gone by now. My Baby completely crushed. None of that mattered to me at the moment, though. The only thing that mattered was sitting in the seat right next to me.

"S'mmy?" I choke.

I turn my head to my little brother. The sight makes me flinch. Sam was hanging upside down with blood running out of his open mouth. He had a large piece of glass in his arm. I could tell his leg was broken by its position. Sam
must have hit his head on the window because it had large cracks and blood drowning it. He was unconscious. No. I have to take my words back. No, no, no. This can't be happening. Sammy.

"No, no, no. Sam," I mumble. "C'mon, little brother. Please!" I choke on my tears. I hear sirens in the distance. "Don't l-leave me, S-Sammy."

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