SILENT TEARS

Sam doesn't know how they got to this point. Him with his arms pinned behind him by some hunter named Lee. And Dean a few feet away, weaponless, arms raised in surrender, with Lee's partner Trig pointing a gun at his head. He doesn't know when or how but Dean seriously pissed these guys off. He does know however, that his brother is about to get shot and more than likely killed unless he does something.

The hunter pulls the hammer back on his gun and Sam loses track of what happens next. He somehow manages to shake off the grip of the man behind him and makes it to Dean just as the gun goes off.

Sam's momentum sends him and Dean both to the ground, Sam lying heavily on top of his brother. For some other unknown reason, Sam hadn't been patted down so Dean felt his Taurus pinned between them. With fast maneuvering, he pulled the weapon and took shots at both Trig and Lee before either man could get another shot off. When both men dropped, groaning in pain, that's when Dean realized something was off. Sam hadn't tried to move off of him, there was something warm and wet soaking into his shirt, and Sam was making a strange choking sound.

Putting the safety back on the gun, Dean quickly but carefully rolled Sam off of him and onto the floor beside him, leaning over him to check for wounds. It didn't take a genius to figure out what was wrong. More than likely because of their height difference, the bullet meant for his own head had plugged Sam through the throat, an in and out shot. Sam was bleeding out through two holes, choking on his own blood, lips coated in red as blood dribbled from his mouth. Vocal chords damaged enough that the only sound Sam could make was a strained gurgle as he slowly drowned. There was nothing Dean could do. The blood was flowing too fast and they were too far out in the middle of nowhere to drive to a hospital or get an ambulance.

Sam's legs kicked out, like he was trying to fight off an invisible enemy. One hand grappling at his throat as the other hand gripped Dean's jacket sleeve tightly. His wide hazel eyes searching Dean's face for something. Comfort maybe or acceptance, Dean wasn't sure. A tear escaped from the corners of each of Sam's eyes and all Dean could do was hold on tight as his brother arched off the floor once more and shuddered before falling still in his arms. The hand that had been holding his jacket sleeve falling limply to the floor at his side.

Dean's world shattered around him. His focus remaining only on the still form he now had cradled in his arms. Wasn't paying attention when his brother's killer and his partner dragged themselves out of the small shack where Dean's world had ended. He remained there, sitting on his legs in a rapidly cooling pool of blood, slowly rocking back and forth, as if he was trying to rock his fussy baby brother back to sleep. The shack was quiet though, as Dean cried silent tears for his brother.