A/N: Hey! So this idea came to me on a normal Sunday at 12:00 am. I decided sleep could wait, and went to write the first chapter. Finished it at about 1:00 am and kinda happy with how it turned out. I mean, don't the best ideas come to you just as your about to go to sleep lol?

Anyways, I hope you guys find this somewhat interesting. All mistakes are mine!

Summary: A simple errand to a small grocery store at night leaves Sam fighting for his life on the cold, stone floor with a broken blood-coated phone as his only company.


"Dude, is there even any point to doing this? You're gonna lose anyways." Sam smirked.

"Don't be so sure, you never know Sammy." Dean said, faking an offended look.

"Alright, whatever jerk." Sam sighed, defeated.

They were sitting opposite each other on a small table inside a Motel room they were staying at. They had just finished a routine salt and burn hunt involving the everyday angry spirit, and were now deciding who was going to go grab some food just up the road from them.

Neither of them minded going, but Dean had brought about the idea of doing a rock paper scissors game to decide who was going to go, which inevitably raised the will in Sam to defeat his brother once again at this. Dean wasn't very good at this game anyways, and so Sam didn't think too much of it and was already thinking of a list to ask Dean to bring.

"3, 2, 1-" Dean began, and they both started.

At the first go, it had been a draw between rock and rock, and Sam tried not to think much on the fact that his brother, for the first time, didn't use scissors.

They stared at each other, both pairs of eyes filled with a fiery spirit to win.

The second go however, resulted in rock and paper, and a wide grin from the oldest Winchester.

"Now you see Sammy? I can crush you any day." Dean said, his grin forming into a smirk.

Sam tried not to outwardly show his confusion and shock towards the fact that Dean had actually won.

"Don't try and get ahead of yourself Dean, you were lucky this time."

Dean scoffed. "Easy there tiger, it's okay to admit defeat."

Dean snickered when Sam's only response was his bitch face.

"You're such a jerk."

"And you're such a bitch."

#

Sam decided there was no need to wear a jacket as he was already wearing layers and the weather was mild.

"Sam?" Dean called out from the bathroom, his tone somewhat serious.

"Yeah?"

"Don't forget the pie." He answered, and Sam knew he should have been expecting this.

Sam rolled his eyes, "you know I won't do that Dean, don't really wanna face your wrath."

"Damn right."

Dean heard the loud click of the Motel room door closing, indicating Sam had left.

Coming out from the bathroom, he situated himself against the headpost of his bed and grabbed the TV remote. Something good better be on.

#

As soon as Sam walked out into the night air, he rather regretted not bringing a coat. He didn't think much of it though, as the walk to and from was about five minutes.

Even though Sam had lost to his brother, which was bound to annoy him to some degree, he felt relief. Ever since their Dad died, Sam was extremely worried that he was slowly losing Dean too. But the more time he was spending with Dean, doing hunts, letting Dean have his fun at the average bar, the Dean he had known his whole life was returning to him. And Sam couldn't be more happy.

Five minutes later, Sam could see the small store up ahead. It's neon lights only flashing a few of the letters.

He opened the door, and from what he could see it was empty, apart from the exhausted looking cashier behind the counter.

He walked around the store, picking up the necessary items. His eyebrows creased as he realised he couldn't find the pie.

"Hey? Where's the pie?" He asked the cashier.

The man behind the counter looked to be around 20 years old, he had blue eyes and messy brown hair. He seemed startled by the sudden disturbance of silence, but then smiled.

"Right, yeah well the pies are a bit of a celebrity, we're out right now, but I think we have some back in stock. I'll be right back."

"Thank you." Sam said gratefully, he wasn't sure Dean would have listened to excuses.

The man came out from behind the counter and walked through a door just next to it which read Staff Only.

Double checking he had the right amount to pay for what he had with him currently, he took out his wallet and put the basket full of items on the floor.

The sound of the store door opening brought his attention as a lanky teenage boy came through. He couldn't have been more than 16.

In other circumstances, Sam would have ignored him and just passed it by as another civilian getting their essentials. But he couldn't brush off the feeling that there was something terribly wrong about this guy.

Deciding he didn't want to find out either way, Sam went back to going through his wallet.

The boy walked straight past him, and was scouring the aisles. The aisles were quite small in height so Sam could easily see where he was. Right now, the boy genuinely just seemed like someone browsing, but no matter what he wanted to believe, his instincts told him otherwise.

He didn't want to bring attention to himself and so resorted to subtly keeping an eye on him with his peripheral vision.

What was only a couple minutes, but felt much longer to Sam, the cashier returned, a box with him. He didn't seem to have noticed the newcomer.

"Alright, so we only got three flavours- berry, apple and cherry." He said, bringing them out of the box one by one."

"Berry if you don't mind." Sam said. He was able to mask the distraction in his tone.

"Sure thing." He replied, putting the other pies back in the box.

Sam suddenly realised that he had left the basket on the floor. He reached down to grab it and put it on the counter. It then struck him that the cashier's face was not one of friendliness anymore, but one which showed every ounce of terror imaginable.

Sam gave him a confused look, and then swallowed when a flash of silver glinted into his view.

Sam tensed, and felt extremely stupid how he had let his guard down, even it were for just a moment. That one moment had cost him greatly.

A knife was pressed against his neck, and Sam could feel the boy behind him grip him tightly on the arms, as if to heighten his message of 'Move, and you're dead.'

"You there!" The unfamiliar voice snapped, and Sam frowned at how young it sounded. If he was being honest with himself, he felt bad for the kid.

"I- What do you want?" The cashier stammered, small tremors beginning to course through his hands.

"Empty it out." The voice behind Sam spoke again.

The cashier gave him an expression of utter bewilderment and trepidation. "Empty what out?"

Sam could practically hear the words going through the boy's mind.

A few seconds of silence, and then;

"My god, are you that screwed in the brain? Empty the till out. Now!" He barked, resentment evident.

"Okay- okay, just please don't hurt us." He pleaded.

The knife that was originally pressed against Sam's neck was finally released, and now pointing at the man behind the counter.

Taking advantage of the boy's fault, Sam hooked the kid's outstretched arm and punched him squarely in the face.

The kid stumbled backwards, his hands going automatically to his nose which was now freely flowing with blood. Sam heard the knife clatter to the floor, and quickly picked it up.

The kid didn't seem as threatened as Sam had hoped for, and knew from the vile expression he was giving, that this teenager wasn't going down without a fight.

But this was Sam, and all his life he's used violence as a last resort. He wasn't about to stop now.

Keeping the knife up as a precaution, Sam prayed hell that this plan of his would work.

"You don't wanna do this. Trust me kid." Sam carefully said, putting weight on the don't.

Either what Sam said wasn't enough, or the kid just flat out ignored him, because he lunged for another attack.

Sam easily blocked it and pushed him back to lean against the counter, knife now raised at his opponent's throat.

"You shouldn't be doing this." Sam said, giving him an almost pitying glare.

"You're right," he said, and though Sam thought this response was unexpected, he was glad nevertheless of the change of heart this kid showed. "But I can't go back now."

And oblivious to Sam, the young boy quickly reached into his pocket and brought another silver knife. Sam didn't even have time to comprehend what he was seeing before an unmistakably agonising sensation ripped through his stomach.

Feeling accomplished that now nothing was going to stand in his way, the boy pulled the knife out with meaningful aggression, watching as his victim stayed standing for a moment, before falling to the ground.

He felt it wasn't enough though. He looked at the knife that was now dripping in blood, and an evil grin plastered his face. Clutching the bloody knife, he crouched down beside the fallen frame.

Sam stared at him, defiance still shining through his teary eyes. Words couldn't express the excruciating torment he was experiencing. His chest felt tight, and he honestly felt like his stomach was on fire. Breathing was starting to be painfully hard.

And just before Sam felt like he couldn't take anymore, another searing pain penetrated through him. Sam couldn't help it, not this time as a scream ripped through his throat.

Sam scrunched his face and let his head fall back against the ground as he struggled to breathe through the suffering.

He didn't know how long he stayed like that, but he knew he needed his big brother.

Sam struggled to keep his fingers from shaking as he reached into his pockets. A warm liquid met him and he internally grimaced at the fact that he was bleeding out so quickly.

He blinked through his blurring vision as he scrolled through his contacts.

Finally, De came up. Sam pressed the button that would be connecting him to his brother, for all he knew, it could be the last time.

The prolonged rings felt like minor stabs in the heart, as he knew that with each passing second, the quicker he was fading away.

After what felt like too long for the youngest Winchester, the familiar voice answered the phone.

"Did you get your head stuck in the freezer? What's taking you so long?" Dean joked, his voice echoing from the phone.

"De-" Was all Sam could say, before his phone was aggressively taken from his bloody hands and thrown to the ground beside him. He stared blankly to his side where his broken phone lay, and the foot that had now crushed it.

Sam could only hope that a miracle would now happen. That his brother would come and tell him it was going to be okay.

Sam tried not to dwell on the pain, nor on the fact that he had no idea if the cashier was okay. He hoped that at least he got to safety.

Unconsciousness was an echo that was constantly calling for him. He tried to fight it but damn was it hard. He knew that if he were to succumb to it now, he may never wake up. He'd hold on, not for himself but for Dean. He had so much yet to say to his brother, he wanted to tell him how sorry he was, how grateful he was- the list goes on and on.

Even though the lights were dim, they seemed to get brighter and brighter. He could feel his body screaming, and wanted nothing more than to silence those deafening screams.

Soon, he began to feel a metallic taste in his mouth. It was pretty simple to say that it was blood. Sam knew that only more blood was going to follow, which could ultimately choke him. He therefore turned his head so that his left cheek was in contact with the ground. His right hand was on his stomach, while the other was spread out by his side.

He couldn't fight it anymore. The pull was just too great.

The last thing he thought before the welcoming abyss of darkness enveloped him was:

I'm sorry Dean.


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