'Sam!'
He quickly felt for a pulse. There was one, but it was weak, and rapidly decreasing. But his brother wasn't breathing.
'Sam, c'mon man, wake up!' Dean shouted.
He pumped his brothers chest. Sam coughed, but his eyes remained closed. Dean checked if he was breathing, sighing with relief at the sight of the rise and fall of his chest. Bringing his knife out, he carefully cut the ropes around Sam's ankles, and gently rolled him onto his side to release his hands. He grimaced at Sam's bloodied wrists; his baby brother had obviously put up one hell of a fight. He looked up out of the hole, wondering how the hell he would get out.
'Dean?' Sam's voice pierced the silence.
'Sammy!' Dean whirled around, crouching beside his brother.
'It's Sam.'
'Don't worry buddy, I'm gunna get you out of here.'
'Dean…I heard Dad…I actually heard him,' said Sam, dazed. 'He told me you were coming…he told me not to save him. But…I don't see how we could save him; they shot him before.'
Dean's heart went cold. 'Did he say anything else?'
'No…Dean…it was in my dreams…he was a spirit. He was dead.'
'When did you dream this?'
'Just then…'
Dean held back tears. Sam's visions were known to always be correct, and if this were the case, there was nothing he could do for his father.
'I want you to always watch over your brother. He comes before anything, anyone,' John told 6 year old Dean. 'If you had to choose between me and him, you'll choose him, ok Dean?'
'Yes daddy,' Dean replied in a small voice. 'But that won't never never never happen, right?'
'That's right. Cause I'll be here…watching you…always.'
John planted a kiss on his eldest sons head.
'I'll be back in a couple of hours.'
Dean reached out his hand and helped Sam to stand.
'Things were looking a little bleak for a while,' commented Dean.
'Dean…are you hiding something from me?'
'Can you give me a boost?'
'Dean…'
'I need a boost!'
Sam sighed and through his weakness, managed to shove Dean up out of the grave. He accepted his brothers helping hand and was soon above ground, breathing in the fresh air. That relief didn't last long when Sam saw the two graves on either side of him.
'Dean…what's this?'
Dean sighed, rubbing his face. He decided the truth was best.
'Sammy…' he began, chewing his lip. 'When they shot dad before…he didn't exactly die.'
'What do you mean he didn't die…didn't they get him? He got away didn't he,' Sam's voice was excited.
'Er…no.' Dean sighed again. 'They shot him in the chest…but he survived. So they put him in…' He choked up a bit. 'They put him in…'
'He's down there, isn't he?' asked Sam softly. 'He was alive…Dean…why didn't you save him?'
'Because if I did I would've been disobeying an order,' the words came out, sounding extremely stupid.
'What do you mean? Dean…you shouldn't have saved me, you should've got dad!'
'Sam, I didn't know which one he was in!' Yelled Dean bitterly. He had worried his ass off about Sam, tried to save him, and now Sam didn't want to be saved? It was ridiculous!
'I didn't know where either of you were!'
'Who's in the third?'
'Sam…there's some things I need to keep to myself.' Dean walked off. 'You can follow if you want, but I don't want your ungrateful ass to say another word!'
Sam gritted his teeth against the comment threatening to come out.
'So you're just gunna leave him here?' Sam asked incredulously. 'He could still be alive!'
'You said it yourself Sam…he came to you as a spirit; he came to you dead. Your dreams always seem to be true. So if you think your right, and he was a spirit, you'll come with me now.'
Sam hesitated. Dean was right. It had been a spirit, and it had felt so real. He had lost his dad for the second time. Without looking back, he followed his brother.
It was a long walk back to the hotel. Eventually the boys hitched a ride, and it didn't take long to reach their room. After extending their gratefulness to the driver, Sam slipped over to the truck and felt around for the stone. Thankfully, it was still there, and he slipped it into his pocket. Not the safest place, but he had a gut feeling they'd be receiving a visitor in the night, and hell, it just felt right to have it on him. Besides, he thought he knew what it did. He walked up to his room, closing the door quietly when he saw Dean was already asleep.
'Boo.'
Sam jumped out of his skin at the voice behind him, and turned to face it. His gut feeling had been right, because there stood the demon.
'It's time to die,' it hissed.
'If I recall, that's what you said last time before we KICKED your ass!' yelled back Sam. He got into his defensive position. That went out the window, as with one fowl swoop he was pinned high on the wall by an invisiable force.
He could only watch in horror as the demon approached his sleeping brother, knife in hand…
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