Sam was on the ground, winded, as he and Jake watched each other. As Jake suddenly made a fast approach to kick Sam, Sam kicked out himself and the two exchanged blows with Sam on the ground before he leveraged himself up. Each landed multiple blows; one blow hit Sam's right arm and shoulder with a bone-crunching sound, knocking him down again. He got up quickly although clearly in pain. Jake approached and swung again but Sam ducked out of the way and Jake's punch went through a wooden railing, temporarily holding him. Sam kneed him several times, then kicked him down. As Jake lied there, winded, Sam picked up the iron bar that Jake was using and knocked him out. Sam approached the unconscious Jake, consideringly, and lifted the bar as if to strike. He hesitated a moment before making a decision and tossed the bar to the ground. Just as he tossed it aside, he heard from a distance Angel and Dean calling his name.
"Sam!"
"Sammy!"
Relief filled Sam at their voices and he turned towards them, still clutching his arm, and nearly staggering with exhaustion. He saw Angel, Dean and Bobby approaching, with flashlights, towards him. They all hurried towards each other, in the rain.
"Angel!" Sam yelled in relief and happiness, "Dean!"
Jake suddenly woke up. He grabbed the knife that Sam had placed on the ground and sprinted towards his turned back.
Angel gasped at the sight as she and Dean picked up their pace, "Sam!''
"Look out!"
"Behind you, Sammy!"
Grief and terror flooded Angel as she watched the soldier stab the knife into Sams back. She and Dean screamed for their little brother as they sprinted towards them. Jake twisted the knife in his back creating a massive wound. It was like Angels whole world fell apart in front of her. Her brothers, her family, they were her entire life. Her entire heart. And it felt like that had just been ripped away from her.
Sam gasped in pain before falling to his knees. While Bobby chased after JAke, Angle and Dean slid to the ground in front of Sam, tears falling down both of their faces.
Dean grabbed at Sam's clothing, trying to keep him conscious, "No, Sam!"
He fell forward, slumping against them, "Sammy?" Angel slapped his cheek trying to keep him conscious, ""Hey, hey, you're gonna be fine. Lemme look at you a second."
Panic and grief surged through her when she looked down at the wound then touched it, covering her entire palm in blood. Her wide panic struck eyes met Deans relaying the grim reality they were in now.
"Hey, look at us." Dean brought him back trying to get his eyes to focus on them, "It's not even that bad, alright? Sammy?" As they held him up his head started wobbling and his eyes started to unfocus, "Sam!"
"No, no, no." Angel whimpered, her heart breaking more and more, "We- we're gonna patch you up, okay? I can patch you up and- and we can get you to a hospital. You'll be good as new." She touched her little brother's now slack distant face, "Sam? Sammy!" Sam's eyes slid shut as his entire body slumped forward, "Oh, god, No, no, no…" Angel wailed as she tried to get him up, "Dean, help me get him up! He- help me-"
"He's gone, Angel." He stopped her, tears streaming down his face in grief and despair as he rocked both of them in his arms, "He's dead."
