"Beeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeppppppppppppppp"

"DEAN! DEAN!" Sam could hear himself screaming his brother's name as he felt several arms rap around his.

"Son you and your father have to leave"

"DEAN!" Sam was frantic…what the hell had happened, one minute he was talking to his brother and the next…

"Doc…my son" John was barely holding it together himself.

"Mr. Johnson if you want your son to live we need you two to leave…now!"

At that John grabbed a hold of Sam and had to practically drag him out of the room.

"DAD NO! DEAN…HE…"

"Sammy look at me! W-we have to let the doctors work to save your brother, we'll only be crowding the room if we're in there."

Sam looked at his father with tears pouring out of his eyes and realized that his father was right. Sam turned around and clung to the doorway as both, him and John, watched in horror as the doctors tried to get Dean's heart beating again.

The shock sent through Dean's body every time the defibrillator connected with his brother's chest, made Sam flinch as Dean's body was lifted off the bed with such force.

"Dean don't do this…fight please…Dean please…don't leave me alone…"

John felt his heart break as he heard Sam whisper those words to Dean. John found himself praying for the first time in a long, long time.

"Please God, or whoever is up there, don't let my son die…please…we need him…I need him" John prayed silently. "Take me…spare him and take me, please…I don't wan'na live if you take Dean from me."

All John could think about was all the things he wished he had said to Dean; how proud he was of Dean, how much he loved him, how him and Sam were the most important people in his life, and most of all, how sorry he was that somewhere along the line, he was so consumed with grief over Mary's death and the need for revenge, that he stopped being their father.

John's thoughts were interrupted by the sound of quiet sobs coming from his youngest. Sam was fading…as he watched Dean die he was fading with him. John knew that if Dean didn't make it through this, he would not only lose Dean, but Sam as well.

Sam didn't realize how hard he was holding onto the door until a throbbing pain shot through his hand, but Sam ignored it, the pain in his hand was nothing compared to the pain in his heart as he watched the doctors try to revive Dean. What had been only 15 seconds had felt like hours as he watched his brother's lifeless body jerk up and down from the impact of the shock.

As Sam watched Dean, all these memories from when they were kids up until he left for Stanford began to resurface.

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"Dean…" the frightened voice of four year old Sammy spoke.

"Yeah Sammy?" Dean asked still lying on his bed.

"Dean em scared, I sink there's sumfin in the closet."

"Sammy there's nothing in the closet…I checked before I tucked you in remember."

"Yeah…." Sam was sitting upright on his bed now with his legs crossed and the cover pulled up to his eyes.

Dean looked over at Sam, and realizing how frightened he was, Dean scooted over and opened the covers to let Sam in.

"You can sleep here Sammy."

"But daddy said I had to seep in my own bed now cuz' I have to be brave."

Dean could see the tears in Sam's eyes and hear the fear in his voice.

"I won't tell if you won't," Dean replied with a smile. "And besides you are brave, and I'd feel safer if my brave little brother was sleeping beside me."

At that Sam ran over and jumped onto the bed beside Dean. As Dean leaned over Sammy to cover him with the blanket, Sam grabbed Dean into a tight hug.

"Tanks Dean, you're the best brother ever."

"Right back at you kiddo."

And with that, Sam put his head on his big brothers shoulders and went to sleep.

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"Dean I'm gon'na fall." Five year old Sammy cried out.

"Sammy you're not gon'na fall, I won't let go till you tell me to…now peddle"

"But Dean, I'm scared…I'm gon'na fall off the bike and get hurt bad"

"Sammy, I'd never let you get hurt bad."

"Promise?"

"I promise kiddo," Dean reassured with a smile.

"Kay"

"DEAN! I'm riding a bike, I'm riding a bike"

"You ready for me to let go now?"

"Uh…"

"You can do it Sammy, I know you can"

"Okay Dean, you can let go"

And with that Dean let go of the back seat and watched proudly as his brother rode around the motel parking lot and back.

"DEAN I DID IT…I DID IT…I RODE A BIKE ALL BY MYSELF!" Sam explained ecstatically.

Dean couldn't help but smile at the excitement in his brother's voice.

"I knew you could…I'm proud of you Sammy"

"Dean you're the best teacher ever!" Sam yelled as he rapped his tiny arms around Dean's waist and wouldn't let go.

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"Dean can I go play outside?" asked 7 year old Sam.

"Not now Sammy, it's getting dark out."

"No it's not, not that dark out Dean."

"Sammy I said no."

"Why not Dean!"

"Cuz' I have to watch you when you're playing outside and "Godzilla vs. Mothman" is starting, and I've never seen this one."

Sam sunk his head down in defeat and went and sat on the couch. Dean looked over as tears were welling up in Sam's eyes. Dean hated it when his brother was sad, and it broke his heart when his brother would cry. After a few seconds Dean finally broke.

"Sammy go get your shoes and jacket on."

Sam's eyes shot up immediately at his brother.

"Why?"

"Well you can't go outside without shoes and a jacket." Dean said with a smile.

A smile so big that it seemed to cover the length of Sam's face appeared on the 7 year old. He jumped off the couch and within 10 seconds Sam was all ready to go.

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"Give me your lunch punk!" Yelled the two 10th graders at 5th grade Sammy.

"No…I-it's myne."

"What did you say kid! I know you didn't just say no"

"Y-yeah I-I did," replied Sammy trying to be as brave as possible.

Sam saw the two older boys lift their fists up and he immediately closed his eyes, expecting a punch to the face in a matter of seconds.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Came a third voice from behind Sam. Sam opened his eyes and smiled as he recognized that strong voice.

Sam spun around to find his brother right behind him. Dean moved Sam behind him and walked towards the two 10th graders.

"Oh yeah! Why wouldn't we wan'na pumble this kid for his lunch," yelled one of the 10th graders.

"Because…you touch my little brother, and you won't be able to eat the food you stole from him, hell, you won't be able to eat for awhile." Dean threatened as he gazed at the two boys in front of him. Although Dean was much smaller and younger than the two 10th graders, he wasn't about to back down, not when his little brother's safety was at stake.

"And what the hell you gon'na do kid, there's two of us and one of you."

"Never been a problem before," Dean replied with a cocky grin.

The next couple of minutes had been a haze of events for Dean, but Sam remembered everything. Dean had been knocked out pretty badly but in the end it was the two grade 10 boys who were on the floor with bloody noses.

As Sam and Dean walked home, Sam could see the bruising that was getting darker on Dean's face.

"Dean…are you okay?"

"I'm good Sammy," Dean replied as he smiled at his younger brother.

"I'm sorry Dean."

"For what?"

"For that," Sam said pointing at Dean's face."

"Not your fault Sammy, no one picks on my kid brother and gets away with it...except me," Dean laughed as he put Sam into a headlock.

"Thanks Dean," Sam replied with admiration for his brother laced across his face.

"Anytime kiddo."

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Sam wanted so badly to be a part of the "cool kids" in grade 7, wanted it so badly that he even stole the principle's watch from her desk as a sort of "initiation" into the cool group. Sam knew it was wrong and he regretted it the minute he did it, but it was too late now, he had been caught by the principle. As Sam was getting his stuff from his locker, the watch fell out, just as the principle was walking by. The principle immediately saw it, and Sam was taken to the principles office. He was going to be suspended, and they called Dean down to get him, since there dad was on a "business trip" and wouldn't be back till later that night. Before the principle could even hear Sam out Dean ran into the office and asked if he could speak to his brother. The principle said that she would give them 5 minutes and then she had to talk to Sam about what he did and his punishment.

"Sammy why the hell did you steal the watch," Dean asked when the principle left.

"I-I wanted to be part of the cool kids…they said if I stole the watch I could start hanging out with them." Sam said with tears welling in his eyes.

"God, Sammy, the things you little kids do."

"Dean…I-I'm sorry, I know it was wrong, I-I don't wan'na get suspended or kicked out of school Dean," Sam said with a tear streaming down his face.

Dean looked at his little brother and protective brother mode kicked in as he instantly knew what had to be done.

Later that night John read the letter than the principle had sent with Sam and Dean to take to their father.

"Dean, what the hell! You stole the principle's watch!"

"Yeah…"

"WHY! I thought you knew better than to take something that's not yours. You're 16 for crying out loud!"

"Look the principle just kinda pissed me off and I just wanted to scare her into thinking that she had lost her watch, and I was gon'na put it back tomorrow, so I took her watch and put it in Sammy's bag cuz' I thought should wouldn't find it there."

"Dean…"Sam started looking at his brother.

"Yeah Sammy I know I was wrong and I'm sorry for putting the watch in your bag." He said as he gave Sam a "shut up and let me handle this" look.

"I'm disappointed in you Dean…I can't believe you would steal something," replied John.

"I'm sorry dad, it won't happen again, I promise."

Dean hated hearing his Dad saying that he was disappointed in him but he would hate it more if his dad had said it to Sammy. Sam was a good kid, he just made a mistake and Dean knew that Sam had learnt his lesson, he didn't deserve to be suspended for it or yelled at by John for it.

"I expect you to write an apology letter to your principle, and don't you ever pull something like this again!" John yelled.

"I won't dad."

With that John went into the kitchen.

Sam could see the hurt in Dean's eyes as his dad was yelling at him.

"Dean…"

"It's okay Sammy," Dean reassured with a smile.

"Dean…why did you do that for me...you always get in trouble because of me," Sam replied sadly.

"Look, you made a mistake, and I know you regret it, there's no point in you getting in trouble for something you won't ever do again. I get it's hard to fit in at school cuz' you're so much smarter than the other kids, and you were just trying to fit in, you're not a bad kid Sam, you don't need this going on your record."

"What about you Dean? What about your record?"

Dean let out a laugh. "Don't worry bout that Sammy, and besides you're the one who likes school, so it's better if you have the good record."

Dean really didn't mind school but it always played it off like he didn't like it at all. It just made it easier to explain to Sam that he didn't mind getting expelled or suspended when it came to defending Sam or having his back. As far as Dean was concerned, as long as Sam wasn't hurt emotionally or physically, Dean would be fine.

"Dean…thanks," Sam said as he walked over and hugged his brother.

"Dude, what have I told you 'bout this chick flicky hugging stuff."

Sam couldn't help but laugh at that as he pulled out of the hug. The brothers smiled at each other as Sam turned around and started to walked towards his room.

"Sammy…"

"Yeah Dean?"

"You don't need to thank me, you're my kid brother, I'll always have your back," Dean replied with a sincere smile.

"I know you will…you're the best big brother any kid could ask for."

"Damn straight," Dean replied with a smug grin.

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"Sammy get down!" Dean yelled as the Wendigo made it's way towards Sam.

Dean fired and hit the Wendigo right in the back. The Wendigo snapped his head around and was now facing Dean.

"Don't touch my little brother you fugly son of a bitch!" Dean yelled, tempting the Wendigo to come after him.

Before he knew it, Dean was thrown into the tree, his back making contact with the bark.

"DEAN!" Sam yelled as he tried to make his way over to his brother.

The Wendigo turned it's head towards Sam, but Dean would be damned if he let it touch his brother.

"What are you looking at, I'm right here!" Dean yelled weakly, turning the Wendigo's attention to him yet again.

"Sammy get out of here!"

"Dean no…not without you!"

"Sammy now!"

"No way Dean!" There was no way Sam would leave Dean's side, no way he would let his brother die to save him. He knew that's exactly what Dean would do and the thought just sent chills down Sam's spine. Right then a thought occurred to Sam. If they used a flare gun on the Wendigo, it would burn it from the inside out.

Sam rushed over the back pack they had brought and grabbed the flare gun. He aimed at the Wendigo right as it was about to chow down on Dean. The Wendigo began to shriek as the flare lit it up from the inside. And just like that the Wendigo was destroyed. Sam ran over to Dean to make sure that he was okay.

"Dean…"

"I'm fine Sam," Dean interrupted.

"Here let me help you up."

"Dude, I got it!" Dean barked as he held onto the tree to help himself up.

"What the hell Dean, why you so angry."

"I told you to go Sammy."

"Dean it would've killed you if I had left."

There was silence for a minute.

"At least you would've been safe…"Dean whispered.

"Dean…"

"Let's just get back to the motel okay."

Dean had given Sam the keys to drive them back, because although he didn't admit it, the pain in his back was intense.

"Sammy…I'm sorry I snapped at you back there." Dean said looking over at his brother.

"It's okay Dean," Sam replied with a smile.

"I just…I wouldn't be able to live with myself if I…if I lost you Sammy." Dean said staring at the floor of his Impala.

"And you think I'd be able to live with myself if I lost you?" Sam asked. "Dean we're a team dude, we work together."

"Yeah, but you're my kid brother, it's my responsibility to keep you safe."

"No Dean…it's our responsibility to keep each other safe." Sam replied as he laid one arm on his brother's shoulder.

"Thanks Sam…

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When Sam snapped back to reality that last memory clung to Sam. "Keep each other safe." Dean never once faltered on that statement, he had always made it his priority to keep Sam safe, but Sam had left Dean, left him to go to Stanford...he hadn't kept his brother safe, he hadn't watched his brother's back. All those memories (aside from the guilt from the last one) flooding back to him made him feel warm...and happy. All the good memories Sam had of his life...the ones where he was truely happy, were centered around his brother, around the two of them, together. He couldn't lose Dean, he wouldn't survive it. Sam realized at that moment that he was staring at the ground with tears streaming down his face…he was sure by now they would've had to have revived his brother…they just had to have. As Sam looked up, hoping to see his brother stabilized…that's when he heard it.

The words sucked all the air out of his lungs and made him drop to his knees, he didn't even want to try and breathe as his world crashed around him.

"Time of death…4:02pm."

TBC- Next chapter will be up tomorrow… I'll leave you guys with this little quote, interpret it whichever way you'd like. "Sometimes the dead can be revived…but most times they can't."