Dean's gun was still out and pointed at the heart this time. He fired once but didn't take the time to look where his shot landed as he looked down at Sam. " It'll be okay, Sam, you've just got to focus, you've got to stay with us on this. Don't you dare turn on me." Fraternicide, not exactly the way he'd imagined the Winchester bothers parting ways... and he'd be damned as all hell if he was going to let it happen.
" I..i can't" he said well trying to get his vision back but it wasn't working. He could hear Dean telling him to try to focus. He just ended up closing his eyes and pulling the trigger back hearing it go off. Not knowing if he hit what he wanted to hit in the first place. The gun he was holding dropped from his hands and landed on the ground.
Rylie winced as she felt the bullet tear through her shoulder, the familiar numbing sensation was spreading through her whole arm. When she turned to yell at Sam she managed to dodge the bullet that came flying at her from Dean. Looking at the two she shook her head. "Oh my god! You two never get guns again." Wincing she reached her good hand up to put pressure on her wound, biting down hard on her lip to keep in her cries. "Dammit. Good job Sam, I'm glad you can aim." Glaring at Dean she winced again and slowly fell to the floor, pressing her back to the wall. "Damn you two, how in the hell am I supposed to protect you if you guys shoot me? Your dad is going to kill him." There was alot of blood pouring it's way through her fingers and down her arm. Rylie was fighting to stay conscious as she slowly stood up again. " Dammit Dean! Point at SHOOT. At her!"
Dean aimed at the wolf and shot just as Rylie said to. It wasn't his fault his brother was turning into a werewolf next to him. It could be a bit distracting at times, you know, your brother changing species and becoming evil. He could just stand back and let it happen. All through his life all he did was fight to protect Sammy. And this what was happening now was juat another fight he had to win.
Soon as his gun dropped he followed and fell back against the ground on his back. He heard Hailey scream out due to Dean shooting her. Hearing her fall to the ground Sam closed his eyes. And started to feel like he did when Hailey first bit him. Waves of pain passing through him. Like a hundred knives stabbing at him all at once. He could feel the the effects of werewolfness start to make there way out of his system. He could hear his heart in his ears as blood rushed its self through him. As it pushed out the last bits of the wolf virus out of him. He let out a faint breath before he stopped breathing. His head rolling off to the side. Not breathing. His heart stopping along side his breathing.
Rylie fell back to the floor tilting her head back her mouth widened and she nodded with an impressed smirk on her face. "Nice shootin' tex. " Looking over at Sam her smirk quickly disappeared. "Sam?" Not able to move she looked back up at Dean then back down at Sam on the ground. " Sam! Wake up!" Shaking her head some she looked across the room at Emily who was still bleeding, but her wounds were starting to heal. "Em! Get Sam!"
Emily had sat in disbelief she watched not only Sam, but Dean too both shoot so amaturely. Shaking her head she finally snapped back into it when she heard Rylie calling her name. Rylie was hurt, but that girl would die before she let anyone see her break. Rolling her eyes she pulled herself across the floor quickly to Sam's side. Resting one hand on his neck lightly. Not feeling a pulse she shook her head. "I don't feel a pulse..." Trailing off she cupped her hands together and pressed down against his chest five times quickly before covering his mouth with her own and attempting to blow some air back into his lungs. "Come on Sam, breathe..."
Dean brushed Emily aside as he was kneeling next to Sam in a heartbeat. "Sam? " No response. Nothing from Emily's bad CPR either. Dean opened Sam's mouth to make sure he wasn't choking on bile or blood. Nothing, all clear. From Emily's breaths he could tell that Sam's chest was rising. Another good sign. He laced his fingers together and put the heel of his palm two fingers up from the xyphoid process. His training came back to him. Fifteen compressions to every two breaths. Rate of 100 per minute... " C'mon Sammy..."