DISCLAMER: NOPE STILL NOT MINE, BUT I AM NOT GIVING UP ON THAT FANTISY JUST YET…..

A/N: Sorry this took so damn long to post but real live rpt popping up and I have about seven stories

running through my head but this should go a lot faster from now on…..

To all of you who have read, reviewed and alerted thank you so much, you can guess how much it means to me being writers yourselves so THANKS A MILLION…….

******************DEAN***SAM**********************

I can't live without you here

Chapter 4: See you soon

Bobby was still in his kitchen finishing what looked like his fourth glass of whiskey when he heard Dean come into the house. He nearly dropped the glass when he got a good look at him.

Dean's eyes were glazed and bloodshot, tear tracks running down his cheeks. His lips had a slight blue tinge to them, his skin so pale you could almost count his freckles. He had his arms wrapped around his body like he was cold. All in all the boy looked like death warmed up and that made another chill run up Bobby's spine.

"God please don't let that boy do something stupid." Bobby thought looking Dean up and down. He was brought out of his thoughts when Dean found his voice.

"Called Dad" Dean's voice had a slight quiver to it as if speaking was an effort. Bobby put it down to recent events and shock over Sam's death.

"He decide to pick up the bloody phone this time?" Bobby asked, mentally cursing John Winchester.

"Nah, got his voicemail again. I…I had to leave him a message about S…Sammy." Dean answered, his voce faltering and making no effort to hide his emotions like he usually did.

"Damn idjit" Bobby muttered under his breath.

"Bobby…" Dean started moving closer to the older man.

"Yeah son. What's up?" bobby asked putting his glass down and looked straight ay Dean.

"I just wanted to say hanks for everything, you now. For when we were little, all your help over the years and…and for today. We, me and Sam, really appreciated it, so just thanks for everything."

"Boy it was nothing. Just know I'll always be there for you and even that stubborn assed father of yours. So if you ever need help or just wanna talk, know my door's always open."

Bobby told him hoping to whom ever might be listening that Dean would realise he wasn't alone and that there would always be somebody when he needed help.

"Thanks Bobby." Dean said and then did something very out of character. He hugged Bobby.

Bobby was so stunned that all he could do was hug Dean back. When Dean pulled back and dropped his arms Bobby could swear he head Dean stifle a moan. When Bobby was about to comment Dean said " I'm going upstairs to clean up" turned around, walked out the kitchen and up the stairs. Bobby wasn't blind so he saw how unsteady Dean was walking.

He frowned and was about to go after Dean, when he noticed the blood on the floor. It was a double trail of bloobdropplets.

He stood there a few minutes trying to figure out where the hell he blood came from. It wasn't from when Dean carried in Sam because they came in the front and all the blood-soaked things were sill upstairs.

Then it hit him.

Dean's words, his pale skin and blue lips, the tremble that went through him when he hugged Bobby, the moan and unsteadiness.

Dean didn't just sound like he was saying goodbye. The damn kid was saying goodbye, to him and probably his dad too.

"SHIT" Bobby cursed and made a B-line for the stairs, clearly noticing the double trail of blood following Dean up the stairs…

Meanwhile…..

Dean never could figure out if the fact that he could hide any injury so well was a good thing or a bad thing but at the moment he didn't care. It got him past Bobby and that was all that mattered.

By the time he got up the stairs, he was seeing double, vision fading in and out. His body shaking and cold from the blood loss. In his time as a hunter he had so many blood transfusions, he lost count by the time he was eighteen, so he knew the time it would take to bleed out. He also knew the symptoms, so he knew he was past shock or help. His body was shutting down and fast to.

He always wondered about this particular form of suicide. What would dive a person to slash his or her own wrists and know thanks to one fugly-assed werewolf he didn't have o wonder anymore. He found out the hard way.

He shrugged of his bloodied jacket and threw it down on the bloody bed sheet covering the bed. He didn't want to get Bobby's carpet full of blood as well. He put the two letters and the Impala's keys on the nightstand and laid down beside Sam's body. One arm on the pillow next to his head and the other around Sam's waist. Though his dazed mind he noticed the slashes on his wrists had almost completely stopped bleeding.

"Soon Sammy. I'll see you soon." He whispered just as Bobby came running into the room, cursing…..

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"Damn it boy" Bobby cursed bending over Dean.

"Hiya Bobby" Dean said, his words slurring.

"Don't hiya Bobby me, boy. What the hell do you thing you are doing?" Bobby scowled and made a noise sounding very much like a growl when Dean pulled his arm away when Bobby tried to reach for it.

"No Bobby, I…I told you. I am gonna fix things and that means being with Sammy. You know I have to take care of him."Dean countered, pulling away even further from Bobby as the lest fight left his body.

"So what?

You idjit just want me to stand around and watch you bleed to death?" Bobby growled out in disbelieve.

"Yeah, basically.

I told Sam…and know…I'm telling you…I can't live without...him here."Dean explained as if that was the most solid enough reason to die. His voice was fading fast ad so was he.

"Dean…"

"Tell…Dad…I love…him and that…I'm sorry."Dean managed to say before darkness overtook him the same time there was a loud knock at the front door.

"Jesus!"Bobby cursed again as he recognized the knock and took of for his front door…..

TO BE CONTINUED…

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