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When the snow finally did start falling, it was light and fluffy. But they all knew that it wouldn't stay that way. Soon, the snow would be falling so hard, they wouldn't be able to see three feet in front of them.

Dean looked over at his brother and realized he had an odd face on.

"Hey Sam, you want to tell me what's up?"

"What? No, Dean, nothing's wrong."

"That is what you always say, Sammy, and then you go and get your ass kicked or something. And then not to mention that I have to go save it afterwards. So, tell me what is wrong."

"Dean, it's nothing, I swear."

"This has something to do with that freaky premonition that you had before. I've never seen you in so much pain with one of those. Are you dreaming that you're going to get hurt, cause you have to tell me if you are, Sam. We, I can't let that happen."

"Dean, I swear, I'm-"

"Ahh," Sam said grabbing his head in pain and falling into a sitting position on the ground. He looked up at his brother and gasped, "It's coming, Dean. Again."

For a fleeting second, Dean looked scared, but then he was in big brother mode.

"Come on, Sammy. You gotta stay awake, you have to stay awake Sam!" Dean said shaking his brother.

"Dean… it hurts… so…" Sam eyes were fluttering rapidly and shutting against his will.

"Sam! Sammy! SAM!" Dean yelled at the closed eyelids. They did not open.

Dean went crazy, he slapped Sam, shook him, kicked him, just trying to get him to wake up. When it seemed that all hope was lost, Sam snapped out of it.

"You ok, Sammy? You with me?"

"I'm with you, alright. Dean, stop doting over me and get the salt gun," said Sam getting to his feet.

"Damn it, Sam, what bag is it in!" said Dean, his eyes searching over the several gigantic packs.

Just then, the dreadful roar filled the air as the beast came sprinting at them on all fours, running like a monkey.

Annie and Hilary screamed and Josh paled. Sam ran in front of all of them, using his body as a shield.

"Sam!" Dean said throwing him an ax he had found.

Ax in hand, Sam charged at the gigantic monster.

When they finally reached each other, Sam stabbed it in the stomach and dodged a swipe at his head. The monster screamed out in pain. Sam swung again, hitting the ribs with great force, but this time he was rewarded with a beastly punch to the side. Sam flew ten feet through the air, landing painfully on a sharp rock, which cut into his side. But Sam didn't notice, he didn't have time. The monster was going after the rest of the crew, including his unarmed brother, who was currently screaming his name.

"That so Dean, screaming my name because I got a scratch when he could be ripped to shreds in a matter of seconds." As soon as this thought entered his head, Sam was filled with love and then thought, "But he doesn't have to worry about that, I won't let that happen."

Sam got up and ran at the beast with his heart pounding, his side aching, his head spinning, and with a love that he had never felt before.

Sam reached its side right before it took a violent swing to his brother's head. Raising the ax, he drove it into the monsters thigh. While trying to dislodge the bloody tool, a gigantic hand swung around and grabbed him. It began squeezing Sam around the middle. Sam began to panic as he found he couldn't fill his lungs. The youngest Winchester choked and gagged, trying desperately to stay awake. But the darkness entering his eyes outnumbered him, and he let his eyes slide shut and his body go limp.

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"Sammy! Hold on," Dean screamed, still rummaging through the bags. But when he looked up, he saw his call was useless, for his brother hung lifelessly in the monster's hand.

"NO! SAMMY!" Dean dug though the bag harder than ever before, ignoring how his hands shook with fear.

"Dean! I've got it!" said Josh, pulling the sleet shot gun from one of the bags. He threw it to the eldest Winchester, who cocked it and quickly aimed it at the beast.

"Please don't hit Sammy, please don't hit Sammy!" Dean inhaled a deep breath and fired. Dean knew it was way off from the heart, but he couldn't, no he wouldn't put Sam in any more danger than he was already in, and a bullet to the heart would cut too close to Sam.

Instead it hit the monster's shoulder. A satisfied grin split across Dean's face at the monster cried in terrible pain. Yet, the smile quickly disintegrated as Sam was thrown to the ground and the big-foot ran away.

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Warrior in the shadow and KatieMalfoy19: Sorry if you both wanted Dean to get hurt, but at least I ended the suspense, kind of.