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Dean was driving on his way to go... question a witness... So he thought he'd call Sam to tell him not to wait up.

Ringing, ringing, ringing.

"Sam?"

"H-hey Dean."

"Sammy? What's up? Where are you?" Something clicked in Dean's big brother senses. Sam wasn't at the hotel somehow.

"Went t-to h-hustle pool... Be back later..."

"Sam? What's up with your voice man? Something wrong?" Sam was sounding... different. Alarm bells went off louder.

"No... Just one... two many..."

"Alright, I'm picking you up Sam. Which bar?" Sam was lying. He never got drunk at a bar, especially alone. The alarms were now flashing red.

"S'kay Dean... I'm... I'm fine."

Dean heard a woman's voice in the background.

"Sam? Who was that?"

"Girl..."

"Ahh... that's my boy. Well, get her number and I'll pick you up. Chicks don't dig guys the morning after getting drunk. Set up a play date later." The alarms died down. But something was still up. Dean decided he's meet up with the... witness later and pick up Sam.

"Sh-She'll take me back t-to the room Dean... M'fine."

"Sorry Sammy, I don't trust this. I've got three days left man..." Dean was worrying again. He didn't trust Sam drunk with a stranger. The alarm bells doubled as he heard Sam's voice getting weaker.

"Dean..."

"What's wrong?" Out with it Sam.

No answer.

"Sammy?"

Silence.

"Sam!"

The phone was picked up.

"Sam?"

A woman's voice answered. "Sorry honey. I'm not Sam. But don't worry, I'm with him tonight... Don't wait up."

The voice sounded familiar. No, wait. How could Dean forget. "You!"

"How'd you guess Dean?"

"Pretty voice like your's... hard to forget... Especially when it's the one that you sold your soul to and damned you to hell."

"As much as I'd love to get to have your soul in hell, that's not happening at the moment."

"What do you mean?" Dean was worried. Shit, this can't be good. "Sam's not..." He could say it. Couldn't think it.

"Dead? No sugar. But he will be soon if you don't fix this... But of course your soul will go straight back to hell..."

"I swear if you touch him..."

"I don't have to. He did this all on his own. Look on the bright side Dean, at least both of you won't end up in hell. You keep your soul, Sam keeps his... But then Sammy does have to die."

"Where are you?" Dean was looking around bars and areas Sam might have gone.

"Look in your rearview mirror."

There they were. Shit. The one time Dean looked the other way. Hell, he'd almost hit Sam by the look of it. Dean slammed on the brakes hard laying rubber. He ran back to wear he saw the woman's form.

"Deal's off Dean."

"I have my soul now. I sold it before, I'll sell it again. Where's Sam? You have to help him."

"Easy sug. Again with the begging... It's all up to Sammy at this point. Quite poetic... Sammy, about to turn to our side, Sammy with demon blood in him... Waits until the last minute to save big brother..."

"DON'T YOU SAY THAT ABOUT SAM YOU BITCH!" Dean pinned her to the brick wall. He normally wouldn't hurt a girl, but this was different. He didn't care if the woman was possessed, Sam's life was on the line and he couldn't take it.

Instead of using the normal demon 'slam you into a wall' move, she just shoved him off gently. Which for some reason scared Dean more than being slammed into a wall. "Again, easy Dean. I'm just here to see this through." She was standing in front of Sam, blocking him from Dean's view.

Shit. Sam. Dean needed to get to him, he'd deal with the demon later. She wasn't much of a threat... yet. "Get away from him."

She loved toying with Dean, it was just too much fun. The demon continued to stand there. "You forgot the magic word Dean. John obviously didn't stress good manners."

"Move out of my way and get away from Sam NOW!" The statement didn't really matter when Dean pushed her aside.

He finally got a look at Sam. Sam... Sam looked like... Dean didn't even know. He was death warmed over and there was blood pooling around him. Dean didn't know from where, but Sam was losing blood. Not good.

It just made him want to either throw up or kill something. No, kill something. Preferably the demon next to him, but he had to be there for Sam. That was the most important thing.

Sam looked up at Dean. Crap. Dean found him and it hadn't even been that long. Sam had a while before he finally would die and he knew Dean wouldn't let that happen. Too bad. There's nothing Dean could do about it. Sam was going to save Dean whether he liked it or not. It would be better in the end.

"Sam? Sammy?" He was pulled out of his thoughts by Dean's voice.

"Dean... g-go b-back..." Dean couldn't see Sam like this.

"What the hell Sam?! What did you do?! How could you be this selfish?" Dean's anger was rising.

"Please Dean." Sam looked at him. He couldn't hide the hurt in his eyes. Sam was in pain everywhere and know Dean was mad at him. "I... sorry..." Sam's head was sinking down. Maybe it wouldn't hurt so much if he just slept through this all.

God. Dean could see Sam's pain and looked him in the eye. Sam was dying for him and he just yelled at him and hurt him further. Sam's head started to drop and his eyes closed.

"No you don't Sam. Stay awake. We can fix this."

Sam's eyes were still closed but he managed to croak out some of his thoughts. "...Do-on't want... t-too..." Sam grimaced suddenly and let out a cry.

Dean realized where the blood was coming from and looked at Sam, shocked at what he saw. There was a scar above Sam's hair line from when they were kids and Dean went too far in a sparing match once and it ended with Sam hitting his head on the ground and into a rock. It knocked Sam out for a few minutes. They were still teenagers when this happened and it freaked Dean out then, and it freaked Dean out now.

"Jesus Sammy."

This was how Sam would die. Every injury Sam had gotten in his life would re-open and then Sam would bleed out.

"Sam. Sammy? Sam! Look at me." Dean held his head gently in his hands and Sam cracked open his eyes.

"Please... Dean..."

"Sam. I need to know what you did. If you won't fix this, I will."

"No."

"Damn it Sam!" Dean watched as Sam couldn't hide the hurt in his eyes once more.

"Please d-don't b-be mad..."

"Sam. I'm not mad at you. I just-" Dean swallowed and was trying to hide his emotions. Crying wouldn't help this. "I can't watch you die again."

"...Go back..." Sam had started coughing a while ago, but now blood was coming up. "T-to the room..."

Dean paused a minute. He couldn't do this and he could feel the demon's eyes on him and turned to her. "Leave us alone! Go to hell or where ever, just leave us alone."

"I could... but if I do, you'll never save him." She nodded in Sam's direction.

Dean looked back. Sam was bleeding more and breathing heavily old bruises were re-forming.

"Sam. You still with me?"

"Dea... Go..." Sam wouldn't be offended, it'd be easier on them both.

He sat back away from Sam and Sam felt momentary relief. Maybe Dean would go.

It took what felt like forever for Dean to answer Sam.

"Ok Sam."

The demon frowned a little. "You're going to let your baby brother die. Nice Dean."

"Shut up." he glanced towards her. Dean didn't need Sam to have anymore emotional trauma from Dean.

He looked back at Sam and gently wrapped his arms around his little brother. The one he was supposed to protect and watch out for. His best friend.

Sam let his head sink down on Dean's shoulder. Any other movement would put him in agony. And then Sam blacked out.

Cliffy, yes. I'm evil. Muhahahaha

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