Hello readers :D i hope you enjoy this chapter. I do plan on continuing this. And for those who are waiting for my others spn stories i will be updating those tonight and tomorrow :) Sam is 13 in this. Enjoy 3

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Sam grunts as his fathers large hand presses down harder on the cloth against the hole in his chest.

"Sorry, Sammy. I have to keep pressure on it." John apologizes. He hates the terrified and pained look in his youngest eyes.

"Dean!"

"Hang on, dad!" Dean cries out in frustration, rummaging through everything in the damaged room. In the midst of a fight with a very angry spirit, Dean had been thrown in the air and against a wall. The Impala's keys that were in his jacket pocket are now missing. The spirit they were hunting had been shoving its hand into people's chest and pulling their damn heart out. Much to Dean's dismay, it had almost succeeded this action on his baby brother. He needed to find the keys. Sam needed a hospital now. Hell, even the first aid kit in the trunk would help right now.

"Dad.." Sam moans, eyes fluttering open.

"I know, baby, its ok. Just hold on, ok? Keep your eyes open for me."

"It hurts, dad," Sam cries, tears running down his face. His breath was coming in short gasp. When he begins another coughing fit, blood flies out and lands on his chin.

John uses his thumb to wipe away a round of tears. "Shh..relax, Sammy," John begs, as he feels tears begin to well up in his own eyes. His baby is dying. He is holding his son while he is bleeding to death This is not happening. John will not let his son die. Not today. Not as long as he is still alive.

"Stay awake, Sam," John says, a little more harshly then he meant too, when his sees Sam's eyes begin to droop again.

"Dadd..."

"Dean..The keys?"

"Hang on-..I got them!"

Dean holds up the keys in a short-lived victory and runs over to drop beside his Sam.

"Is he going to be OK?" dean asks, frantically.

"Yes." Because anything else is unacceptable.

"Go start the car, Dean. I'll bring Sam."

reluctantly, Dean jumps up and runs out of the old house.

"Ok, Sammy. Your going to be ok. I'm getting you out of here," John states, holding the sides of Sam's face with his hands.

I will not let my son die. Not today.

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