A/N: so happy new year!! here is chapter 7, i told you that it wouldn't be long in coming!! there is going to be at least one more chapter, probably two after this one. again, i know that this is kind of short but hey, i use the time that i have!! thank you to everyone that have been reviewing! it really means alot to me to hear your feedback! to enjoy chapter 7, chapter 8 will be along sometime soon!!

Disclaimer: technically not mine, but isn't playing with them oh so much fun? ;)

Brothers in Arms

Chapter 7

Pain flared through Sam's body as it ripped him away from unconsciousness. Pain. Anger. Hatred. All of these emotions were scorching his consciousness. God, it can't even let me be unconscious in peace. And that's when all of the pieces snapped back together. "Dean!"

He looked over at his brother. He had grabbed a piece of wood from the fire and was trying to stave off the creature with his makeshift torch. A glint of fire light on metal caught his eye, and he looked behind him. He had crashed into the wall full of tools. Without really thinking he grabbed a trowel and the old scythe, and hurried back to his brother.

Dean was not fairing so well. The creature had knocked the fiery weapon out of his hands, and had advanced on him. It grabbed Dean by the neck and lifted him until his face was level with that of the snarling creature, causing his feet to dangle in mid air about a foot off the ground. He struggled to pull in air, all the while still trying to defend himself. But all of his struggling did nothing but exhaust him. The creature showed no signs of releasing his newly acquired prey, and Dean was no longer able to draw the breath he needed through his abused windpipe. He had heard Sam shout his name, and was relieved that he was awake once again. But spots danced in front of his eyes, and he could hear nothing besides the blood rushing through his veins, desperate for oxygen. His last thought before succumbing to the darkness was God, I hope that Sammy has a plan.

Plan might have been too strong of a word. Sam was running on instinct and adrenaline. Something was hurting his brother, so therefore it deserved to die. It was as simple as that. Running towards the struggling Dean, he tested the weight and balance of the trowel in his hand. Dean may have been better than him at a lot of things, but knife throwing was something where his skills soared above and beyond Dean's.

He launched the tool at the creature, catching it in the middle of its back. It entered its flesh with a sickening crunch, and the creature howled with pain. It dropped Dean, who landed in a boneless heap. As soon as it turned towards its newest attacker, Sam didn't even hesitate. He just acted. He swung the scythe with all of his strength, catching the creature in the neck. Pain exploded through Sam's body as the creature was in its brief but final death throes. Apparently the creature wasn't going to go to the grave without a fight. Sam fell to the ground, writhing in the aftershocks of feeling the creature in pain and then its death. As the tremors subsided, Sam took a look at the dead creature that was now in two parts. John Winchesters voice cut through his head. There are not many things, on this earth or beyond, that can withstand decapitation. It's a great last resort technique. Boy was it ever. When we find dad, Dean and I really need to thank him for that one. Wait, where was…….?

"Dean!" His legs still felt like jelly, but he managed to make his way over to his big brother. He reached out a shaking hand and felt for a pulse, and after several tense seconds, he almost passed out from the relief he experienced when he felt one. He rolled him over and propped him up against his own chest. Sam just sat there, holding him, relishing in the sound of his brothers breathing, even if it was a little ragged. He was here, and he was alive. Sam had gotten to his brother on time. He sat there, holding Dean, until the cold started to get to him, and then he restarted the fire and moved Dean back to their corner, where he again sat with Dean resting against his chest. He noticed the bruising that was making itself known on Dean's neck. It looked like the bruises went deep. His earlier relief at finding Dean alive was now slowly starting to be replaced by worry. Dean had yet to wake up, hell he hadn't even moved since Sam had found him. Please Dean. Please wake up. Sam laughed to himself, realizing that several hours earlier they had been in this same position. "Come on Dean, your starting to make a habit of doing this. We've been here, done this, and the silence thing is really starting to get old."

But Dean did not stir. In fact it was about an hour later that Dean started showing signs of waking. It started with a moan, and then some movement. Finally Dean opened his eyes.

"Sammy?"

Even though Dean's voice sounded like sandpaper being rubbed together, it sounded amazing to Sam. "Yeah Dean, I'm here. I've got you. We're safe now."

He ran his fingers through Dean's hair, the soothing motion calming Dean as he grew tense after seeing the creature's body several feet away from where they were currently located. He tried to shift around and get a better look at his brother, remembering the beating Sam had taken before the creature turned on him, but his battered body wouldn't cooperate with him, and he once again sagged against his brother.

"Sammy? You okay?"

Sam snorted. Typical Dean. "Yeah, Dean. I'm okay."

but is he really? find out in the upcoming chapters, coming to a fanfiction website near you soon! please leave some comments if you have the time. thanks!!