Hey everyone! Thank you all to the amazing reviews! You guys rock! Here's the next chapter. Enjoy!
(Just to let you know...I know I said that Dean is 20 and Sam is 16 in this and I also said Sam is graduating in a few months. Most people graduate when their 18, but in my story, Sam skipped a few grades...just so we're clear!)
(Also, I would have had this chapter up like a week ago but this damn website wouldnt let me post chapters or anything! Stupid servers..Grr..haha So anyway, sorry for the delay!)
Time stood still.
The world stopped spinning.
Reality ceased to exist.
Dean stared at Sam's motionless body as his stomach dropped and his face paled. His mind refused to let him process anything that just happened so he dumbfoundly stared at his lifeless brother. Suddenly, like a switch, reality clicked in and the crushing weight of despair descended heavily on Dean's chest.
"SAM! NO!" Dean roared, yanking himself off the ground in attempt to get to his brother. His legs felt like jelly as his knees buckled under him and they soon gave out. He desperately crawled over to his little brother, not feeling the tiny shards of glass from the windshield of the car imbedding into his hands and knees.
After what seemed like an eternity, Dean finally reached his brother.
"No, no, no." Dean whispered, horror struck. "Sammy..." He felt his insides turn and could feel bile rising in his throat. With shaky hands, he pressed his fingers against Sam's neck to feel a pulse. He breathed a sigh of relief when he felt one, although it was weak. Dean watched the slow rise and fall of Sam's chest and ran a trembling hand through his brother's hair.
A large pool of blood...Sam's blood...began forming under his unmoving body and seeping out beneath him. There was a large gash on his forehead and side of his head, where his long hair was matted down. Sam's left arm was twisted in an unnatural angle and there were cuts all over his body. His clothes were ripped and bloody as they hung off his body. Dean was too preoccupid with staring at Sam's ghostly face to see the bone in his right leg perturding from beneath the torn skin of his shin, the ragged end covered in blood.
"Please God, no..." Dean whispered, his normally stong and confident voice cracking with agony. "Sammy?"
When Sam didnt respond, Dean snapped.
"SAM! ANSWER ME!" Dean screamed, grabbing the cuffs of Sam's jacket and shaking him. "Come on damn it!" He pleaded brokenly. Dean's breathing began to speed up as white spots danced in his vision. "SOMEBODY HELP ME!" He shouted, looking frantically around for someone, anyone, who could help. "PLEASE, I NEED HELP!" He yelled as a strangled sob escaped his throat.
Dean heard a small, painful groan and he jerked his eyes back down to his baby brother.
"D'n..." Sam croaked softly. His eyes were cracked open just enough for him to see through his blurry vision.
"Sammy?" Dean whispered, grabbing Sam's chin and gently turning his head slightly so he could look him in the eye.
"It h'rts." Sam whimpered in a small voice that tore Dean's already broken heart in two.
"I know, I know. Shh..." Dean soothed softly, as he cupped Sam's head as carefully as possible. Sam's eyes began to slowly close as panic set in Dean's stomach. "Hey!" He said loudly. "You gotta keep your eyes open Sammy." Dean ordered firmly. "Can you do that for me?"
"Yeah." Sam whispered tiredly, struggling to keep his eyes open and obey Dean's order.
"Shit!" Dean exclaimed. He didnt know what to do. They needed help. Now. But there was no way in hell he was leaving Sam out in the middle of the parking lot alone. And he couldnt try to move Sam to a different area, because he didnt know the severity of his injuries.
"D'n..." Sam mumbled in a barely audible voice.
"Yeah Sammy?" Dean questioned, searching the parking lot for anyone who could help them.
"M'...s'ry..." He whispered. Dean glanced down at his brother's tear-filled, hazel eyes.
"Sam, you have nothing to be sorry for. Nothing. I-I'm the one who should be sorry...Oh God, t-this is all my fault." Dean realized, feeling sick to his stomach.
A mass of people suddenly came running out of the bar, some stumbling over their own two feet from having one to many drinks. The crowd gasped and cried out shouts.
"Oh my god!" "What happened?" "Shit!" "Hey! Its that guy from the fight!"
But Dean didnt acknowledge them what so ever. He kept his eyes glued to Sam's, who stared right back.
"Someone call 911!" Dean heard someone yell in the crowd, but he could already hear sirens approaching in the distance. It seemed like someone must have called before, but Dean didnt care. He couldnt seem to look away from his brother.
"Hear that Sammy? The ambulence is comin' and we're gonna fix you up. As good as new." Dean attemped to ease both his and Sam's anxiety, but to no avail.
"D'n...I-I c'nt keep my eyes op'n." Sam mumbled under his breath, the strain to stay awake beginning to become too hard.
"Yes you can! Come on, Sammy. You've always been a stubborn ass. You can do it." Dean encouraged, kneeling over his brother. Sam slowly tilted his head and saw the crowd of people watching him and felt his cheeks tinge with red.
Dean watched as Sam blushed from the unwanted attention he was getting. Fury pulsed through Dean as he slowly turned around so he faced the unwelcomed audience.
"Go." He growled at each and everyone of them.
A few people scattered instantly while other continued to watch.
"I SAID GET THE FUCK AWAY!" Dean roared, jumping to his feet with his jaw clenched and hands balled into fists at his sides.
A couple more people took off while the others backed away slowly, looking at Dean warily. He took a intimidating step forward, his fierce inner hunter showing.
And the rest ran off.
Dean quickly turned around, the threatening look on his face fleeting immediately and being replaced by a shitload of other emotions. Fear, guilt, anxiety, distress, fury.
"Dont worry Sammy. I wont let anyone hurt you." Dean promised as he sat down crosslegged by Sam's head. He gingerly lifted Sam's head off the hard ground and placed it gently in his lap. He ran his hands absentmindedly through Sam's long locks as he looked at his brother.
"D'n...I'm t'red." Sam slurred softly as his eyelids began to droop.
"No your not Sam. Please, stay with me." Dean pleaded brokenly, moving Sam's hair from his eyes. "Hey Sammy, remember when you were little and me, you and Dad stopped by McDonalds? And you refused to go in because your scared of clowns?" Dean asked, trying to keep Sam occupied so he woulnt close his eyes. He could hear the sirens growing louder and louder in the distance.
"Y'ah." Sam mumbled, nodding weakly and staring up at Dean.
"And so I asked why you were even scared of clowns in the first place...Do you remember what you said?" Dean questioned, running his hand through Sam's locks comfortingly.
"I...said 'cause the Joker is a clown. And the Joker always tries to kill Batman..." Sam whispered as his hazel eyes filled with tears. Dean nodded as a lump grew in his throat.
"Right. And what else?" Dean asked as his own green eyes began to pool with tears.
"...And I was scared that the clowns would try to kill you because..." Sam paused as he began coughing. Dean watched as his heart broke, that with each cough, Sam winced as pain shot through him. Dean felt his stomach drop when blood began to trickle out of the corner of Sam's mouth as the coughing subsided. Sam's eyes began to droop shut as Dean shook his brother.
"SAM!" Dean shouted. "Come on, answer me damn it! Sammy!" Sam struggled to peel his eyes back open as he looked up at Dean's face again. Dean let out the breath he was holding and wiped the tear that leaked out of the corner of Sam's eye.
"I was scared that the clowns would try to kill you because your Batman, remember? And I never wanted anything to happen to you." Sam whispered, watching as tears began to fall down his big brothers face.
"Thats right." Dean mumbled as he saw a tear from his cheek land in Sam's hair. Sam struggled to lift up his good arm and shakily wiped away another tear that rained down Dean's face. All this did was make Dean cry harder as sobs racked through his body.
"S-Sammy...I'm s-so sorry." Dean cried out brokenly. Sam began to cry as well, not seeing this side of Dean often. He was begin to lose the feeling throughout his body although the pain stayed strong. Dean hunched over and protectively held Sam, rocking back and forth gently.
Dean suddenly felt someone grab his shoulder and he threw his head up, knocking the hand off of him.
"GO AWAY!" Dean roared, grabbing Sam and keeping him close.
"Sir, we're the paramedics, we need to help this boy." The paramedic, whose name was Gavin, said calmly as a few other men began to come over. Neither brother had even heard them arrive.
"HE'S MY BROTHER, NOT SOME BOY!" Dean screamed brokenly as he felt Sam weakly grab his arm.
"D'n...they...need to help." Sam whispered as he began losing his fight to stay conscious. Dean suddenly felt Sam begin pulled away from his grasp as he was lifted off the ground.
"NO! SAM!" Dean yelled, fighting against the person holding him.
"Dean!" He heard Sam cry out as Gavin began working on him. Sam wanted the medics to help, but he needed to be by his brother.
"Son, calm down. Someone get the gurney out here now!" Gavin shouted as he begn hooking up wires and tubes to Sam's body.
"LET ME GO DAMN IT! MY BROTHER NEEDS ME!" Dean exclaimed, before turning around and shoving the man holding him off of him and rushing to his brother's side. A different medic made the move to restrain Dean, but Gavin gave the man a look to back off. Dean didnt bother thanking Gavin and instead knelt down by Sam's side and grabbed his cold, shaky hand.
"Dean..." Sam sighed, a feeling of comfort washing over him.
"I'm right here little brother. Nothing's gonna happen to you. You're gonna be okay." Dean promised giving Sam's hand a small squeeze.
"Hey! Will someone get me the fucking gurney!" Gavin roared impatiently to his crew as they began rushing around the back of the ambulence. "Okay listen..." He paused when he realized he didnt know the victims name.
"Sam. His name is Sam." Dean answered instantly, not taking his gaze away from his brothers.
"Okay, Sam. We need to lift you onto this gurney. You might feel some pain, but dont worry. I'm gonna get you on morphine soon." Gavin instructed as Sam nodded meekly. "Sir, please move for a moment, we need to lift your brother." Gavin told Dean, who moved over a few inches to give room for two medics to lift Sam onto the gurney. Sam hissed as pain shot throughout him and bit his lip to keep tears from falling.
"Sam!" Dean yelled, grabbing his hand. "Be careful damn it!" He shouted at the medics, who didnt bother to respond.
"Dean..." Sam said softly with big eyes.
"Yeah Sammy?" Dean asked quickly as they lifted up the gurney from the ground.
"I'm scared." He whimpered as they began rushing to the ambulence, Dean keeping a hold on Sam's hand.
"Dont be kiddo. They're gonna take care of you and I'll be right with you." Dean swore, giving Sam a small, weak smile.
"Sir..." Another medic began, before Sam cut him off.
"Dean. His name is Dean." Sam hissed in the direction of the medic to his right. The medic nodded once before looking at the older brother.
"Dean, I understand you want to be with your brother but there is not enough room in the ambulence. We need to work on Sam, and you cant be in there." The medic explained.
"Like hell I cant. I'm coming!" Dean argued defiantly.
"Dean, look, we're wasting time aruging out here. The best chance your brother has at surviving is if we go now. You can take your own car and follow right behind us." Gavin proposed. Sam looked at Dean through fearful eyes, not wanting to be left alone. Dean was torn but eventually nodded.
"Fine. Sammy, I'll be right behind you okay? Your gonna be fine." Dean soothed, kissing Sam on the top of his head and backing away.
"O-Okay." Sam stammered nervously as he was lifted into the ambulence. He trusted his brothers judgement with all his heart. "Jerk." Sam continued with a small smile as the doors shut of the ambulence, breaking Dean's vision of his little brother.
"Bitch." Dean whispered affectionately as he ran to the Impala, threw the door open and ignited the engine, before pulling out of the parking lot of the bar and followling close behind the ambulence that held his broken baby brother.
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