For a moment, nothing happened. Time almost seemed to stop, held in momentum as Sam slowly looked down at his chest. The knife had been buried completely into him, the only thing protruding was the handle. He could feel the sharpness of the blade itself, slicing through his organs and heart, it was pushing some of his ribs and sternum to the sides as well and that was its own pain that he could easily ignore.

But then he felt the knife pulse in his chest at that moment, he felt the real power of the Kurdish knife rush through him and that. That was a pain he had never felt before.

His legs gave out under him as he started to crash to the ground. Immediately he felt a pair of arms around him preventing him from hitting the ground but he couldn't move otherwise. The knife forced another wave of power through him and it made him gasp out in pain as the Kurdish runes glowed inside of him, trying to destroy his grace.

He felt his two sides warring at one another, the demon side warring with the Kurdish knife as the blade tried desperately to destroy it. The human side was repelling the knife in every way other than physical, he had still been stabbed with something that was suppressing the demonic powers that he was born with but it was still at the very least, a blade that was half buried in his heart.

He could hear everyone shouting around him, Singer was shouting something in a panic and Winchester was doing the same.

But all that mattered that he could hear was Dean's voice, so close to him that nothing else mattered, there was nothing else important to him more so than his brother. He could hear Dean pleading and threatening him, he'd never heard such a tone from his brother in his life. But ultimately, all he could keep making out was his name being repeated, over and over again reverently and desperately.

The pulsations from the knife intensified and Sam felt his back arch, a scream caught in his throat. He was sure that his eyes had turned black, his own powers and being snapping out in response to the knife.

Dean was saying something but no matter how hard he tried, he just wanted to concentrate on his brother and nothing else, nothing else was more important to him than that, he couldn't make out what he was saying. He could feel Dean moving around him, could feel his comforting presence and he desperately tried to hold onto that, wanting to just feel that more than anything.

He felt something he's never felt before, not in hell, not the first day on earth, not even on the worst day of his and Deans life.

He was scared.

He wasn't able to keep fighting the power of the Kurdish, already he could feel himself weakening and the foreign power spreading inside of him, destroying every last part. Even if he didn't realize it there was a puddle of blood growing under him the longer he laid there. He was scared, he had never been scared before like this, he couldn't die like this, couldn't leave Dean alone.

But with each second that passed, the less he was able to fight, the more the knife shot back against him, culling him and all but drowning him.

Desperately his hand managed to shoot forward and grab a hold of Deans hand, holding onto it desperately as a choked sound escaped him.

The Kurdish knife was doing its job and it was doing it well, it was killing a demon.

For a moment everything crashed around him and despite how he slipped away Sam swore that he could smell the familiar scents of hell, of home, and then everything went dark and he knew no more.

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