I'm so evil for killing Sammy. Just know I love Sammy angst. This chapter will be What if Dog Dean Afternoon 9x05. What if it was just a regular hunt and gadreel wasn't in Sam.
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Sam creeped through the back of the resturaunt, keeping a weary eye out for signs of danger. Dean was elsewhere in the building as they ad split up to cover more ground. Their eyes were set on the cook who has been commiting the murders.
Sam hears something behind him and his insides clench. His mind screaming to run and not look back. His instincts got the better of him and he turns around to face the cook.
Before he can even react, Claws slice through the air and Sam's hand shoots up to protect his neck from further harm. As Sam's vision clouds and he slides down the wall, he hears a gun fire blast and someone saying his name.. or was he shouting? Sam's world went dark.
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Dean was stalking around the building, heading back to Sam. He hadn't found a thing where he had been. It made him a little fearful for Sam's well being. If the cook wasn't found by Dean then surely was found by Sam.
Dean comes into the hall where he had last seen Sam heading toward. The sight that met him made Dean want to throw up. Before him, he saw Sam clutching his throat, blood everywhere, and skin pale. When his eyes find the cook he raises the gun and shoots him in the head.
He ignores the dying cook and rushes to his brother. "Sam!" He calls to his brother wth no response. He takes off his overshirt and places it on Sam's neck, staunching the flow. One hand on the shirt, he reaches for his phone and calls an ambulance.
With a quick reassurance that help was coming, he turns back to his brother and runs bloody fingers through Chestnut hair. He comforts his brother and keeps him alive until real help came.
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Dean sat in a hospital chair, leg jittering, and blood staining his clothes. The world felt heavy in those hours, waiting to hear how his baby brother was doing. Time seemed to slow and the world was quiet.. because his world wasn't okay. Infact, his world was bleeding out in the hospital somewhere.
Dean had forgotten about Cas, but as he came to mind he dialed his number and waited for an answer. When the deep voice greeted him, he felt tears spring in his eyes. Don't be a little bitch, Sam needs you to stay strong.
"Dean? Dean is that you?" The angels voice booms through the speaker and Dean clears his throat.
"Yeah, Cas. It's me. I don't know where you are but.. I could use your help, man. Sam's in rough condition and I.. just need a friend. We are in Enid, Oklahoma." Dean's jaw sets as he holds back the emotions.
With a simple I'm on my way Dean hung up and put his phone down. It had been a long day and he was exhausted. Dean's head snaps up when he hears Sam's name and is confronted by a white coat.
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Deep cut, needed stitches, should make full recovery. Dean had not heard sweeter words. It had been two days since his world was taken from him.
Now as he watched his brother and best friend talking and Sam laughing at Cas cluelessness, he knew that things would be okay. Heaven and Hell could go screw themselves.
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Oh my goodness! Sam still alive?? See I don't always kill off Sammy.Let me know what you guys think and if you have suggestions, just let me know.Peace and Chicken Grease!