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Ageless

Chapter ten

Dean had almost finished questioning the patrons of the bar when he noticed a man run into the bar and up to the bartender. The bartender shook his head and gave a little smile as he made a slash mark on the chalk board behind him and then rang a little bell. Some of the patrons started laughing and cheering then turned back to their drinks. Dean leaned down to the people he had just been talking to.

"What's that all about?"

"Joe the bartender keeps a record of everyone who gets hit outside the bar." The man said as he took another sip of his beer.

"Yeah, it's a bad intersection and people tend to ignore the stop sign and go right through it. Someone gets hit out there at least once a week." His girlfriend said.

"He even started a contest about which day of the week and what time the next person will get nailed." The man said laughing. "Who ever wins gets to drink free for the rest of the night."

"That's kind of sick isn't it?" Dean said looking toward the door. "Isn't he at least going to call for an ambulance?"

"Oh yeah, he'll call for the meat wagon, always does."

A few of the patrons started heading outside to watch the excitement while most turned back to their drinks. Dean started walking over to the door. He didn't hurry, he knew Sam was safe in the car and even if he had gotten out to use the restroom he wouldn't have had any reason to be out in the street. Then he remembered Sam saying he was confused this morning, that he hadn't even recognized him. Dean felt his heart start to pound in his chest as he hurried outside, he was sure he'd fine Sam safe in the car but a horrible feeling kept nagging at him. Once outside he saw that a crowd had gathered around the body in the street. He turned from them and ran over to his car then sucked in his breath when he saw it was empty.

"Oh God no!…Oh please no it can't be! It can't be!" He cried out as he ran toward the crowd. He pushed his way through them then choked back a sob when he saw his brother lying in the street. He ran to him and knelt down next to him. He wanted to grab his brother and pull him into his arms but he knew not to move an injured person and all he could do was put his hand on Sam's shoulder and gently squeeze it.

"Sammy?" He blinked back tears as he looked down at his brother. Sam lay on his back his eyes open but with a glazed look to them, a small trickle of blood ran out of the corner of his mouth. "Sammy?" Tears ran down Dean's face as he took off his jacket and put it over Sam trying to keep him warm.

Sam moaned softly then turned his head toward his brother's voice.

"Dean...I'm sorry….I'm sorry, I thought I…" Sam's eyes widened in fear as Dean's face began to go in and out of focus and then started to fade away completely.

"I told you to stay in the car Sam, why did you get out?" Dean asked as he pushed his brother's long brown hair out of his face.

Sam reached up and grabbed Dean's shirt a look of sheer terror on his face.

"Dean I can't see! Oh my God Dean I can't see anything!" Sam's breath came in short little gasps as he started to panic and tried to get up.

Dean gently held him down as he tried to comfort him.

"You got to lay still Sam, helps coming. You're going to be fine…Do you hear me?...You're going to be fine." Dean tried to reassure his brother as he looked frantically around till he spotted the bartender. "Did you call 911?'

"Yeah, they should be here soon. Do you know him?"

"He's my brother." Dean choked on the words. How much longer would he be able to say he's my brother, when would he have to start saying he was my brother. Dean couldn't believe what was happening, his brother was dying from that bitch's curse and now this. Sam had once said that their family was cursed and he had told him they weren't. Now he was wondering if his brother had been right all along, they were cursed.

"Sammy why the hell didn't you stay in the car? Why did you get out?" Then Dean thought of something. "Did you see the car Sam? Is that why you got out?"

Sam opened his mouth to speak but nothing came out. He had to tell Dean about the car but everything was spinning and he had to use all his energy just to stay conscious. All he could do was nod slightly.

"She went by? You saw her?"

Again Sam nodded as tears ran down from the corner of his eyes. He was terrified, he couldn't see, and now he couldn't even speak. He knew in a day or two he would be dead and his brother would be alone.

Dean wanted to jump in his car and search for her, she had to be nearby if Sam had just seen her. He knew she was Sam's only hope, but there was no way he could leave his brother lying injured in the street.

Sam knew the girl had parked her car right across the street in a garage so more then likely she lived there. Tears of frustration ran down his face as he tried to speak, he had to tell Dean. She could be over there right now watching them. He moved his hand slightly wanting to point toward the building but Dean grabbed it and held it tight. Sam took one last breath, then too weak to try and stay conscious, gave into the calling darkness.

TBC