A/N: This came to me while I watched Dead Man's Blood...again. Don't ask what made me think of it...I just blame the psychotic plot bunny...

The title of this story is a Rascal Flatts song...

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural...I just torture it's men with Chick-Flick Moments.

Chapter 1

Adrenaline exploded through Dean's veins as he sprinted toward the knife lying on the ground. He had heard Sam grunt as he hit the ground full force from being clotheslined by Luther. Dean had just assumed Sam had fought him off until he spun around to find Luther's arm wrapped around Sam's neck in a tight, unforgiving grip. He heard his brother gasping for air as the arm across his neck continued to gradually cut off his air supply. Dean grabbed the knife.

"Don't! I'll break his neck. Put the blade down." Luther threatened, holding tight onto Sam.

Dean stood firm, still holding the knife in midair. Luther's grip tightened and Sam desperately gasped for any oxygen he could get. Dean knew that the man wasn't messing around. He gently released the knife from his hand. It hit the ground with a loud, echoing clank in the silent night air. Dean watching with intensity as Luther made no move to release Sam.

"Let him go! I put the knife down, what more do you want?" Dean yelled to Luther, anger and fear evident in his voice.

"Revenge." With a swift, coordinating movement of his arms, a loud snap rang through the night. Sam fell motionless to the ground.

Dean's mind didn't register what had happened until he saw Sam lying, unmoving, on the cement at Luther's feet.

"YOU SON OF A BITCH!" Dean yelled with rage, grabbing the knife and charging toward Luther at full speed. He attacked the vampire with no mercy, stabbing him with quick motions of the knife. He stayed clear of the vital organs, wanting to inflict as much pain on Luther as Dean was feeling inside. Dean put the knife to Luther's neck and looked him in the eye. He received an unemotional glare in return.

"You do not deserve to live any longer. And I will gladly take it upon myself to make sure that you don't." In one swift motion, Dean brought down the knife. It was done. Luther's eyes stared up at him, unseeing. Dean took a moment to breathe, but quickly recovered as he remembered why he had done this in the first place. Sammy.

Dean turned and ran to where Sam had fallen. He was lying on his side, motionless, facing the woods opposite Dean. He knelt down next to Sam, and with much care, turned him onto his back. Dean let out a gasp as he noticed Sam's neck was bent at an odd angle. His hands shook with nerves as he reached to find Sam's pulse. He let out the breath he hadn't known he'd been holding when he felt the familiar beat beneath his fingertips. It was thready, but it was still a pulse. He pulled out his cell phone to dial 911, but stopped when he heard a cough.

"Sam?"

Another cough came, this time with blood. It was followed by a pained groan.

"Sammy? Don't move anything." Dean warned, in a calm tone.

"Dean?" Sam asked, his voice quiet and strained. The blood had begun to leave a trail down his pale skin.

"Ssh. Just hold on. I'm going to call an ambulance. Just hold on."

"Dean? Tell Dad-" Sam started, but was cut off by Dean.

"Sam, no. I'm not telling Dad anything. You can do that yourself. You're gonna be fine. Just hang on."

"I love you, Dean." Sam's eyes rolled back, and he went limp once again.

"Sam! NO! SAMMY!" Dean shouted, carefully holding his brother tighter in his arms.

"NO!"

Sam ran through the wood toward the remaining vampires, but was stopped short as an arm came out of nowhere and hit him in the face. He landed hard on the cement, his body aching instantly. Before Sam got the chance to react, he was lifted from the ground and pulled tight against someone. He felt the arm around his neck tighten as the man began to speak. He recognized that the voice belonged to Luther, but he could not make out the words being said. Sam looked straight ahead and saw Dean standing defensively, holding a knife in the air. His vision became blurred around the edges as the arm around his neck tightened like a vice, cutting off his air supply completely. As Sam fought to stay conscious, another arm came across his chest. He was confused for a moment, then he felt the arms work together. They twisted Sam's neck and he felt a snap, then saw darkness.

Sam awoke once more to a voice. He coughed, sending shooting pains through his neck and head. He focused harder on the voice, and recognized it to be his brother's. He coughed once more, feeling a metallic tasting liquid quickly rise into his mouth and onto his lips.

"Dean?" He asked, trying hard to stay awake. He knew his time was limited and he had things he needed to say. He heard Dean telling him something about an ambulance and having to hold on. Sam knew it must be bad if Dean was calling an ambulance. They rarely ever involved hospitals unless is was urgent.

"Dean? Tell Dad-" Sam tried to finish but Dean cut him off. He wanted him to tell Dad that he was sorry and that he never meant to disappoint him. He wanted him to tell Dad that he loves him. Dean told him that he can do it himself. Sam knew that wasn't going to happen.

"I love you, Dean." Sam managed, before the darkness came once again and took him away, leaving the pain behind.

To Be Continued...
A/N: Is Sam dead or alive? You'll just have to wait and see! Thanks for reading! Please review..they are greatly appreciated!