"…wake up…"
I heard his voice.
"…Dean, c'mon…"
It was his voice, Sam's. It was faint, but it was there.
"DUDE!"
I was shoved roughly off my bed and tackled on to the floor of whatever slimy motel we were staying in. The ten year old beating my face in with a pillow was my brother. My brother…
"Jesus Christ, man! Get off me! I'm awake!"
"No, you're not! When I leave the room you'll be in another dead sleep—dead—
Get up now!" He insisted still beating away with the pillow.
"How the hell—Hell—can I, when you're attacking me?" I grabbed the pillow out of his hand whacked him off and laughing at he how flew across the floor.
"Hey, that hurt!" Sammy whined rubbing the side of his face.
"'That Hurt'", I mocked, "You little shrimp of course it hurt. How did you think I was feeling getting pummeled?"
"Whatever, jerk, anyway…," he was such a kid how he forgave so easily," I wanted you to see that it snowed and that you remembered the promise you made me."
"What to toss you out there in your underwear and lock you out?"
"No!—that you would take me sledding…" He looked at me with a smile and that's when I realized he was geared up in boots, jacket, hat, scarf, and gloves.
"Okay, now hold on to the rope," I told him and added after really seeing how steep the hill was," Otherwise you'll take another lesson in flying, alright?"
"Got it." He said obediently as he readied himself for the push.
"Okay," I placed my hands on his back," You ready?"
"Wait! What! Aren't you coming with me?!" Sam spun around to look at me with fear in his eyes.
"Since when did I say I was going down with you?"
"Well, you're my big br—you're not gonna want to wait for me to come back up!" He sped through his word as I slowly pushed him forward.
"HEEEEEEEEeeeeeeeeEEEEEEeeeyyyYYYYYyyyyyy!!" So much for a flat steep hill, Sam's voice went up and down just as he was on the sled on several hills.
Suddenly my eyes spotted farther down the large hill was an edge covered by a thicket of white branches. "SAM!! WATCH OUT!! TURN!!"
My eyes widened as I watched him fail to stop. He crashed through the thicket and fall straight over the edge. Both my mind and feet raced and boy did I race too fast the down the hill, 'cause I was snowballing down the hill head first.
When my sore body reached the bottom, I could tell my right arm was broken. My brain and other insides may have been rattled but I was still able to function. "SAM!! SAMMY!!"
I began to crawl for I was close to the thicket and made my way through. I looked down a nine foot drop into a frozen creek. There Sam was treading deep water in opening of the broken ice. He was unconscious. Only thing keeping him up was that damn sled I swiped from some yard on the way to this goddamn hill.
"C'mon, wake up! Sam, open your eyes!" I shouted turning myself around to climb down.
My feet would lose their grip and slip. My left arm would grow numb from catching myself and pulling my body back up. Luckily there was a bit of bank for me to stand on. I grabbed a forked branch and began to fish for the reins of the sled. I felt a tug and lifted the branch out of the water to see the reins hanging off it. I slowly pulled him in to avoid him slipping off.
"Dean…" My heart jumped at his meek voice.
"Hold on, Sam. Don't move, I'm pulling you in." I spoke to keep him calm and not panicked. A current was against me and the last I wanted was for him to freak and be pulled under.
He got closer and closer until finally I was able to reach out for him with my good arm. Taking hold of his jacket, I felt my feet suddenly give out under me.
It felt like hundreds of needle pierced my skin. My body started to become numb from the icy cold. The current pulled me—and Sammy who I still held on to. I could hear muffled shouts in the water and pounding my foot against the ice speeding by hoping for thin ice.
When things started to get dark, a crash through ice revealed a saving hand. I stretched my bad arm to reach despite the pain. I looked into my father's face as he pulled us out. Grabbed both of us and held us tight to him. But strange enough he released and looked over at Sam.
"Sam—"He shook him," Sam!"
Dad placed him down and bent down to hear his heart. He felt for a pulse—nothing. His face was dark. He turned to me. "What have you done…"
"Dad, he's not—Sammy can't be—"I stumbled with my words fearing the truth before me.
"What have you done, Dean!!" His yell alone would have knocked a blow to me, but his hand did it for him.
I fell on to my broken arm and shouted out from the pain. "Dad! I'm sorry!!"
"YOU WORTHLESS LITTLE SHIT!! WHAT HAVE YOU DONE!!?" He continued to scream as he picked me up by the collar.
Fear fell over me as my father's eyes became an acidic and all too familiar yellow. "NO!!" I yelled
"WANNA MAKE ANOTHER DEAL YOU DUMB LITTLE PRICK!!"
Fifteen years flew by; the scene I that suffered disappeared into a much worse one. The pain throughout my body from the meat hooks stretching me out before the burning hellfire was more unbearable. I couldn't tell how long I had been floating going through numerous nightmares. I just knew it felt like eternity. My chains shattered out as far as I could see in this horrible place with no end. I was still in Hell.
