A/n - heyy so here's part 2 and I'm thinking I'm gonna make this into a four chapter story? maybe? we'll see how it goes

And as promised here's some hurt Dean for y'all but more to come so get excited :D

plz review and lmk if you liked it

this is un-betad so all mistakes are made by me, myself, and I

Sam closed his eyes and waited for the impact. It came, but not as forcefully as he expected. In fact, it came from his side, sending him sprawling on the snowy ground. He braced himself and waited for the pain in his chest to come. He'd been shot before, and every single time it hurt like a son of a bitch. Only, the pain didn't come. Not this time. Instead, there was a loud string of curses released by the men, and a grunt of pain that sounded oh so familiar to Sam. His eyes flew open. And stared.

Dean was already falling to his knees, shirt beginning to stain red from the unwanted new holes in his body. Sam didn't know how many bullets had hit, and he didn't care. Dean had managed to push Sam out of harm's way, again. Again, and Sam should have stopped him. Again, and Sam did so little to deserve his brother's undying love and trust. Again, all Sam brought his brother was pain.

A cry was ripped from his throat as he lunged forward to catch Dean, who was collapsing into his arms.

"Dean, hey Dean. Open your eyes. Hey hey hey don't go yet-"

Dean's eyes started to glaze over, and he let out a small gasp of pain as his shoulder came in contact with Sam's supporting hands. So that makes two bullets that hit, thought Sam, glancing over his brother's body. One in the shoulder and one in the stomach. The third had missed. Thank god. Dean would be fine. Dean would make it. Sam just had to get the bullets out of his body and bandage the wounds. He could do that. He had to.

But then there were arms on his shoulders and arms, pulling him back. Away from the blood that was slowly spreading on the ground. Away from his brother. Sam fought tooth and nail to get back to Dean, who was already crumbling to the cold, snowy ground without Sam's support.

"Sammy-" It was said as a whisper, but Sam heard. Sam heard everything his brother had to say. Always. It was in his eyes, too. The eyes that were both asking Sam to stay, but pleading with him to go and leave Dean there.

"Let me go!" Sam was snarling and growling and trying to break free from his captors, but there were too many hands on him, all over him; tying his wrists behind his back and binding his ankles together.

"Dean! Dean stay here, man! I'll come back for you! I promise!"

Please stay alive until I get back. Please please please.

It took Sam ten minutes to convince the men that they broke him.

Once they loaded his bound form into the backseat of their car, putting the tall muscular one in the back with him, they started driving through the fast falling snow and the howling wind north. Away from the barn. Away from Dean.

It wasn't hard. All he had to do was let the tightly held back tears flow. And occasionally release a small whimper. Nothing he couldn't handle. Not when it was so easy to close his eyes and scream at the world for doing this to his brother.

Ten minutes of agonizing waiting and hoping. Waiting for them to believe his not all that fake act. Hoping that Dean was still alive. Ten minutes passed and Sam was done waiting.

"Pull over."

Short-ass, who was driving, leered at the younger Winchester in the rear view mirror.

"If you think for one second that I'm gonna stop this car-"

"I'm gonna throw up..."

"Shit!"

The car immediately screeched to a halt and Sam stumbled out, retching into the snow. He felt the tall man walk up behind him. Sam raised his hand and weakly gestured for something to wipe his mouth with. The tall man growled with exasperation and reached into his pocket to pull out a used napkin. He sighed and bent over to give it to Sam.

Sam, who then locked his arm around the man's throat and ripped the gun out of the tall man's grip. He pressed it to the man's temple, cocking it. The short man and the other one were out of the car now, both pointing their guns at Sam.

"You make a move on me, I'll shoot him."

Neither of the men wavered.

"Put the guns down. Now."

They lowered their weapons.

"Slide them over."

A hesitation.

"Do it!" Sam yelled, already aching and impatient to get back to Dean.

Two loaded guns skidded across the icy ground and came to a stop at Sam's feet. Keeping the gun he was holding pressed against the man's head, Sam slowly bent down and picked the other two up. He pushed one of them into the tall one's back; a signal to start walking. He led him between the other two men, who at this point could have exploded from a single touch.

"Your brother is dead."

This came from the short one. A whisper. He was drilling holes into Sam with his eyes, and didn't back down when Sam turned his glare onto him.

"He's been shot. Twice. It's the middle of the winter, and the snow's falling fast.

In one swift move, Sam brought the butt of the gun down on his head, knocking him out. Then the other one, then the tall one. Sam checked the car to make sure that the key was still in the ignition. Opening the trunk, he smiled grimly when he found duct tape. It would have to do.

Three minutes later, (that made sixteen minutes in total. Sam was counting.), the men were taped up and laid on the side of the road. Sam would deal with them later.

The tires screeched as Sam turned the car around and floored the pedal. His knuckles were turning white now, white like the snow that was falling too fast for Sam's liking. Dean would freeze if Sam didn't get to him soon. Freeze or bleed out. Unless he did so already.

No. There was no way Sam would let himself be late. He had to make it in time. He had to. Because if he didn't, Sam would be lost. Lost and alone and a complete failure.

Twenty four minutes. He saw the barn coming up on his right. It had been twenty four minutes since Dean got shot. Since a screaming and thrashing Sam had been separated from his freezing, bleeding brother.

Sam froze.

His brother who wasn't lying in front of the barn where Sam left him.

Dean was gone.