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Tears already flowed from his eyes as before the body hit the floor…
Sam had seen his older brother creep up behind the guy with the gun. He had seen his brother creep up behind him with a makeshift crutch to support him, and a blood soaked leg…
He had seen his brother slip, and lie there in massive pain. Unable to move or fend for himself. He had seen the gun being pointed towards Dean's head…
He had thrust a knife into the side of the boy's neck, but the gun had fired either way…
He had been afraid to look at Dean, afraid to see something that couldn't be unseen…
But then the smallest of sounds had come from his older brother.
"S'mmy?" barely audible, barely a whisper…
He looked up to see his older brother lying on the floor before him.
A trail of blood down his right arm, just a trail… Nothing really life-threatening about that… Other than that he was fine from the waist up…
Sam's eyes trailed down to the blood-soaked fabric of Dean's jeans. They were dark red, a nasty color in Sam's mind… It always meant bad things…
The bandages around his leg was also soaked, but when Sam leaned down and gave them a tug, he figured that they were tight enough. And that he would only do more damage by removing them…
His heart skipped a few beats when he discovered a third wound on Dean's right leg. This was probably where the bullet entered just now!
Fresh blood flowed eagerly, and soaked the fabric even more…
Sam tugged off his own jacket, and prayed to God, that his brother would survive! He didn't know an existence without Dean, and hoped that he never would…
"Please Dean, hang on!" Sammy prayed while he was packing the new wound as best as he could. He looked up and saw that his brother had closed his eyes…
It felt like his stomach contained one of those looney tunes anvils. It hurt, he was scared! He had no clue how to do without his older brother… He needed him!
He checked for a pulse, and felt some of the weight of the anvil lift when he found one.
It was hope! That was all he could have right now…
Hope was all he really could ask for…
…
He heard sirens… Help would come through those doors soon…
He heard some policemen crash through the nearest entry, and call out like policemen always did… Sam didn't really catch what they said…
He cried out for help.
"Help! My brother is bleeding out!" he screamed from the top of his lungs. As loud as he possibly could.
Within minutes Dean was loaded on a stretcher by some medics, and he was rolled out to a waiting ambulance.
Sam and Jake got to follow…
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