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Summary: No spoilers... be warned, this one is really sad. While on a hunt for a poltergeist, things go very wrong.
The End
Chapter 6
Sam let out a warning shout right before Dean went flying through the air and landed in a pile of broken glass.
"Dean!" he yelled again. There was no answer.
The poltergeist threw a long knife at Sam's head. He ducked, narrowly avoiding getting the knife through his eye, but ended up getting a lock of his hair cut off.
Before the entity had a chance to throw anything else, Sam shoved the last of the bags into the corner of the house. With a flash of light, the poltergeist evaporated, leaving Sam alone.
"Dean!" Sam said racing over to his brother's side. Glass was embedded in the older Winchester's tan face and blood was everywhere. A long shard was stuck through Dean's jacket and was sticky with blood when Sam pulled his hand away from it.
"S'mmy?" Dean whispered. His green eyes were slits.
"I'm here, Dean," Sam reassured him. "You're gonna be okay."
"You 'kay?" Dean asked his voice a moan.
"I'm fine," Sam said his eyes filling with tears. It was so like his brother to put Sam ahead of himself.
"Bleeding," Dean said making an effort to lift his hand to Sam's forehead. "Happened?"
"I'm fine, Dean," Sam said. "Just a scratch. The poltergeist decided I needed a haircut."
"Is right," Dean muttered. "M I gonna die?"
"No," Sam said fiercely. "You're not gonna die."
"M cold, Sammy," Dean murmured his eyes closing again.
"Dean, open your eyes," Sam ordered. Dean struggled to do so. "Stay awake, I'm going to call nine one one."
"'S too late for me," Dean slurred. "Get outta here, S'mmy. Tell dad I tried."
"I'm going to get you out of here," Sam said pulling out his cell phone. "You're going to be fine."
"Love ya, Sam," Dean said his eyes closing again.
"Dean?" Sam asked tapping his brother's face. There was no response. "Dean?"
He checked Dean's pulse, horrified to find that there wasn't one. "Dean! No, you don't get to do this to me."
He started CPR, knowing it wouldn't work but too desperate to save his brother to care.
"Dean!" he cried when he realized it wasn't going to work. "Please, don't do this. I need you, Dean. Damn it, wake up!"
There was no reply. It was over. Dean was dead.