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Okay, so this last week has sucked. My great-grandfather died and I may have just lost my best friend over something HE did… so this chapter could end up being a little on the angsty side of things.

Summary:A shootout at a school dance results in disastrous consequences for the Winchesters. Sam 13 Dean 17. Hurt!Sam Hurt!Dean


The Last Night

Chapter 4


8.50pm

"Sammy Winchester? Are you in here somewhere? If you don't show yourself soon, I will start shooting again, and you don't want that do you Sam?"

Dean watched in horror as the main gunman called out to his brother again. This was so not good. His father was going to kill him for letting them get into this situation. But honestly, how the hell could he have known that a demon was going to go to a freakin' high-school dance and take everyone hostage?

One thing was certain though – once his dad found out about it, he would be there with guns blazing and face of fury. Those demons wouldn't stand a chance once John Winchester got a hold of them. They'd be black demony smush on the walls and floor.

Dean grinned to himself as the mental picture of black demon smush splattered all over the room came to mind. Then the demon spoke again, shaking the elder Winchester out of his thoughts and focus back on the situation at hand. He had a bad feeling about the whole thing – he stomach was pretty much a pretzel as the nerves worked their way through his body and he would swear black and blue that his hands – especially the one holding the gun – weren't shaking.

"Ahh there you are young Sammy. Nice to finally meet you…" The gunman grinned and his eyes flicked back to the solid black of the demon. "I've heard so many wonderful things about you and your little family; your older brother Dean, following in daddy's footsteps; and your daddy himself – well, he's a one-man-fighting-machine isn't he? I know a few people who would like John Winchester's head on a platter."

"Leave my family alone you fugly piece of shit!" Dean heard Sam shout back at the very-aptly-named fugly piece of demon shit. Oh god, this was going very south, very quickly.

Dean was still hidden around the corner and he risked being seen as he ducked his head around the wall and froze as he watched the demon bring the gun he was holding upwards. And then it was pointed directly at his little brother. Fuck.

"You're gonna pay for smart-mouthing me, you little shit!"

He saw Sam freeze as the younger hunter realised what kind of trouble he had just landed himself in and suddenly all thoughts flew out the window and Dean reacted on instinct. The gun in his hand was dropped to the floor and he was flying across the room towards Sam. All he had to do was get Sam out of the way before the bullets started to fly.

BANG

Dean slammed into his brother just as the gun went off and a white hot pain exploded in his stomach and he couldn't help the scream of agony that erupted from him just moments after the bullet had hit. His hands immediately went to the source of the agonising pain and pressed limply against the hole in his abdomen.

"DEAN!"

Sammy yelled from somewhere, but the elder hunter couldn't make out from where exactly. His entire being was focused on trying to keep the pain at bay, and to stay alert enough to figure out what the hell they were going to do now.

"Oh my god… Dean!"

Dean looked upwards, his eyes rolling listlessly in their sockets as he tried to focus on the form of his little brother standing above him. He could see Sam's mouth moving, but could only catch snippets of what he was actually saying. Everything seemed to be a kaleidoscope of out-of-tune words, distorted pictures and pain.

Pain that seemed to be coming in waves. One minute there would be short, sharp spikes radiating from the bullet wound, the next his whole body would go numb and the world would fade slightly into the darkness. Wash, rinse and repeat…

Blinking lazily, Dean struggled not to black out but somewhere in the back of his mind he knew he was fighting a losing battle. Random facts were appearing to the forefront of his mind and he couldn't seem to stay focused on one thing longer than a few seconds at a time. Everything was so muddled and he somehow knew that was a bad thing, but had no idea why he knew that.

"Dad…" he moaned as a particularly sharp spike of pain ripped through him and he gasped, hands lifting from the wound momentarily. "Help me…"

And the last thing Dean realised before finally giving in to the encroaching darkness was that he could taste blood in his mouth and that he most definitely hadn't bitten his tongue.

9.02pm

Sam watched in horror as Dean pleaded for their father to help him before passing out cold, blood bubbling from his mouth and dribbling down his chin.

He had quickly risen to his feet after skidding across the floor and raced back over to where Dean was lying, blood quickly pooling around him in a sickening red halo. After Dean's initial scream when the bullet must have hit, there had been hardly any noise. But now that his older brother had passed out, Sam noticed that many of his friends and other school children were crying whimpering; whispering to themselves in disbelief.

Sam knelt down beside his brother, not caring that his good jeans were now soaked in his brother's blood and placed his hands against Dean's lax ones lying over the wound in his stomach. He pressed down hard and had to bite his lip to stop him from crying as Dean bucked under the added pressure.

"Someone help!" he screamed, fighting to keep the tears at bay as he felt the warm liquid flow out of his older brother's body and through his hands to soak their clothes and the floor. Dean was going to bleed out if someone didn't do something and quick.

Luckily his call was answered and one of the teachers – Sam forgot his name – ran over and pressed his hands against Dean's stomach as well. The teacher was much stronger than Sam was and Dean jerked awake at the sudden weight pressing on the wound, his green eyes wide and filled with pain.

Sam watched in horror as his brother gagged on blood that had accumulated in his mouth over the past few minutes. Oh god, had it really only been a few minutes since his brother had been shot?

"S'mmy?" Dean slurred and Sam grabbed one of Dean's blood-stained hands and gripped it tight.

"I'm here, Dean. I'm not going anywhere…" he whispered into his brother's ear before turning to the demon that had shot Dean.

"Please. Let him go. He's gonna die if you don't."

The demon just grinned. "And why would I want to do that, Sammy? What would I get in return for letting your brother go?"

Sam didn't even have to think over the answer. If Dean didn't get help fast, he would die.

"You get me." The youngest Winchester heard gasps at his answer and Dean's hand tightened fractionally around his.

"No… S'mmy… don't…" came the slurred, but expected response. "Not… w'rth it…" Sam looked into his brother's half-mast eyes and found exactly what he didn't want to find. Dean had resigned himself to the fact that he was going to have to die to save his little brother.

"You get me," Sam repeated. "Let Dean go and I'll stay."

The demon leered. "Deal."

And for some reason, Sam felt there was a hell of a lot more to what the demon's wanted than he originally thought. Had he just made a horrible mistake?

8.55pm – outside the hall

Police officer Grant Hutly was looking over a sheet of paper stating the names of everyone who was thought to have been in attendance at the school dance, when the echo of a gunshot ripped through the night sky. Everyone in the immediate vicinity froze and heard the piercing scream that came directly after the shot.

And then everything got a hell of a lot more complicated. It wasn't just a hostage situation anymore. Grant would have bet money on the fact that someone had been shot. Nobody screamed like that if they hadn't been hurt in any way. And it definitely wasn't the scream of a middle-aged adult. Grant put the age at late teens at the earliest.

One of the students had been shot. And if his night couldn't have got any worse, he turned around and suddenly he was standing face to face with John Winchester.

Only he didn't know it yet.

TBC


Authors Note: Well it definitely wasn't a year in the making this time! I hope you all enjoyed the chapter. I know a lot didn't happen really, and it was kinda short, but I wanted to go through the shooting scene from Dean's point of view and go from there. I was trying to go for a disjointed kind of feel to Dean's POV after being shot as I'm pretty sure you wouldn't be completely coherent after being shot in the stomach.

Next up; John joins the fray. Those demon's better watch out ;P

Thanks for reading!