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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.

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Dean felt Sam go limp and his head drop and roll on his shoulder. Shit. He's out. Not good.

"It'll be ok Sammy..." Dean set Sam back down and went to the impala and started to open the door.

"You're really leaving Sam here. To die..." The demon couldn't help herself. She smiled and took delight in the misery around her.

"I said shut the hell up." Dean left the passenger door open and returned to Sam.

Dean hooked one arm under Sam's knees and another arm supported his back. "I'll go back to the room Sam. But like it or not you're coming with me." Dean spoke to Sam and rested him in the passenger seat before running around to get in the driver's seat.

"You won't mind if I come along for the ride."

"Go hitch hike back to hell." Dean slammed the door and raced back to the room.

There was more blood. It just kept flowing out of Sam and Dean couldn't stop it. He carried Sam into the room and rested him on a bed. Blood was now trailing down Sam's nose. The hotel staff could deal with the bloody sheets. They were going to skip out anyway.

"Sam. Sammy... I need you to wake up little brother." Dean shook him a little and noticed how cold Sam's skin had gotten and recoiled his hand. Sam's hair was now plastered to his face. Mixing with blood and sweat.

Dean went to the bathroom for water and the towels. He had to clean Sam up a little bit first. Dean returned to find Sam's eye puffy and swollen... from the demon that almost beat him to death.

He ran a warm wet towel on Sam's face first. He withdrew it to find deep scratches on Sam's face. The Devas.

Dean joked that Sam looked like he got in a fight with a rake after that. It wasn't funny now.

Sam began to stir and his eyes opened but then shut quickly. It was bright and only added to his growing headache.

"...ah.."

"Sammy?"

"...ean...ere...a-am...I?" The question took a lot out of Sam.

"Sam. You're back in the room. I need to know what you did."

"...no."

Dean was beyond frustrated. Sam was being stubborn again. Probably trying unsuccessfully to mask the pain too.

"Tell me Sam. Or I'll find out the hard way." Even though Dean had no clue how to fix this even. Plus he wouldn't leave Sam now for the world unless he was sure he could save him.

Sam's world went fuzzy and faded to white instead of the darkness that had engulfed him before. "...Dea.."

"What is it Sam?"

Sam didn't say anything. His eyes were glazed over as he stared off into space.

"No..." Dean's hands hovered over Sam's body. "No no no no no NO. Sam, don't do this. Don't do this to me again." Dean witnessed blood slowly pooling around Sam's spine. "C'mon Sammy..." Dean shook him a little.

Sam just continued to stare, unresponsive to anything Dean could do.

Dean fell backwards away from the bed. So caught up in what he was seeing and believing that he failed to see the rise and fall of Sam's chest that was still present. That Sam's heart was still beating.

To Dean, Sam was dead again. Tears pooled in his eyes. He couldn't save Sam from this. He failed.

'Take your brother and don't look back. Now Dean, GO!... Watch out for Sammy Dean... Look out for your little brother... Protect him...'

He failed to save Sam and now Sam was dead because of his deal. Instead of Sam living and going on with life, Dean only bought a year for Sam to live. And then for Sam to die in agony instead of himself. He couldn't be there and protect Sam.

'Failure. Failure. Failure...' Dean sat and that's all he could think. 'He's really gone... I'm all alone... Again...'

Sam's vision became less fuzzy as the room around him didn't seem so unpleasant. There was still a figure watching over him, hovering beside his bed. Sam could feel Dean's eyes watching him. He glanced to his left to look at Dean, but that's not what he saw...

"Jess?"

"Hi Sam." She smiled and grabbed his hand. Jess was just as beautiful as she was in life.

"Where's Dean?" Sam gulped. "Am I... dead?"

Another woman walked into the room. "Not quite yet sug."

Jess only glared at her.

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Dean sat. Staring at Sam. The door opened and the demon entered the room.

Dean suddenly jumped up. "I said to stay the hell away from us." He stood between the demon and Sam, now holding the new Colt. "He's dead already." Dean's voice was laced with anger and he cocked the gun. "Now get out."

The demon only looked at Sam and laughed. "Not quite yet sug."

Dean still had the Colt on her and looked back at Sam.

Sorry for the delay and shortness of this chapter. Not as much of a Cliffy, but don't worry, I'm evil. Muhahahaha! I can't kill Sam...yet...if I do... He's just too much fun to play with :D.

AN: I can't promise when the next ch. will be up. Suggestions still being taken and appreciated. Tell me what you want and you could possibly see it.

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