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Anyway I figured that you guys deserved a new chapter so I sent one to my beta and she got it back to me ASAP so I have to thank her for that! Thank you so much, tricksters apprentice! You did a great job!

Dean woke to a pounding head, and looked down to see Sam in the same position that he had been earlier. Not much time could have passed, because they were still in the building, and the police still hadn't broken through the rubble.

There was a few more shifts in the rubble that was blocking the door, and Dean sent hopeful glances in it's direction. Sam was still unconscious and his condition was worsening by the second. He was still losing blood, and he probably had a concussion from the hit to his head.

Dean shifted Sam and gasped as a wave of pain ran through his ribs. Not such a good idea to move then. Dean chuckled as the thought entered his mind.

Sam shifted, and opened his eyes a little. "Sammy, can you hear me?" Dean asked, his voice full of concern as he saw his brother's eyes. They were dull and glazed, none of the usual life in them.

"It's Sam..." Sam said, his voice hoarse, and barely high enough for Dean to hear, but he did and laughed to himself.

"You are a stubborn bastard Sam. Dying yet still denying your brother the chance to act like he cares. Which I do, Sammy." Dean said, and Sam laughed a little, but it turned into rough coughing.

"No laughing..." Sam said in between coughs, and Dean nodded, rubbing his back in circles, trying to help his brother get his breathing under control.

"Take a deep breath Sam. Slow deep breaths, we'll be out of here soon, and get you taken care of." Dean said, his voice naturally soothing as he tended to his brother.

Sam's coughing eased, but his breathing was still labored, and Dean pulled him against his chest. Sam leaned into the embrace, fitting into the crook of Dean's arm. Dean felt as Sam's weight rested fully on him, but knew that his brother was still awake, and for that he was grateful.

"Hey Dean?" Sam asked, and Dean almost jumped at his voice.

"Yeah Sammy?"

"Don't let me fall asleep, please?" Sam asked, his voice almost pleading.

"Yeah sure, but why?" Dean asked, confused as to why his brother would ask him to do such a thing, if anything Dean would have wanted to sleep even just to get away from the pain, if he were in Sam's condition.

"Afraid I won't wake up if I do." Sam said softly, and Dean had to strain to hear it. He reached up and ran his hand through Sam's hair in a soothing gesture.

"Sammy, we're Winchesters, a stab wound and a falling ceiling won't kill us." Dean said, and mentally added, 'I hope.'

"I know, but still..." Sam's voice trailed off, and Dean knew what his little brother meant, because he felt the same way. He was afraid to let Sam go to sleep. He was afraid that if he did, he would never see Sam's dark eyes again, never be able to tease him, never be able to hunt with him.

'God Sam! Why is it always you? You're not even twenty three.' Dean asked himself and wished he knew the answer. Wished he knew why he was always failing to protect Sam.

Sam felt someone grab his hand and looked up. Jess was there, so was Mom. He smiled at her, and wondered if Dean could see them.

"Do you see them?" He whispered softly.

Dean looked up, and although he couldn't see anyone, he knew who Sammy was talking about. A tear ran down his cheek as he thought about how far gone Sam was, and that his little brother might not make it out of there alive if help didn't get to them soon.

"Yeah Sammy." Dean said, his voice low and choked, and Sam's smile widened.

Sam heard his brother, and could tell something was off about him, but right now it didn't matter. His mom and Jess were there!

"I love you Sam." His mom told him as she picked up his other hand. Her touch was soothing and oddly warm. He couldn't feel the pain anymore, and he was getting cold. He unconsciously shivered in Dean's hold, and Dean tightened his arms around him.

"I love you too, mom." He whispered back, and she smiled at him.

"Tell Dean I love him too Sam." His mother said, and Sam looked at her quizzically.

"Why don't you tell him, he's here too." Sam said, confusion laced through his low voice.

"Because Sam, he can't hear us." His mom said, and when Sam gave her a questioning look, she said, "Sam you're dying, but you need to fight it. Dean needs you, and so does your father. Even if he is stubborn like you, he needs you, they both do." Her voice was comforting, and Sam nodded.

Sam looked up at Dean who had a tear running down his cheek. "Dean, mom says she loves you." He said softly, his voice slurring. Sam looked at Jess, and smiled when he heard Dean's reply.

"I love you too mom." Dean said quietly, and Sam saw his mother smile.

"I miss you and love you Sam. We will be together again some day, but today is not that day, fight for your life Sam." Jess said softly and kissed him on the lips, a lingering caress, before she disappeared.

"I miss you and love you too Sam, now go and stay with your brother. I will always be with you, remember that." His mom told him, and she kissed him on the forehead before disappearing.

There was a loud crash, and then a yelled voice, "Are you guys okay in there?"

"We need medical attention really bad, my brother is dying!" Dean yelled back as Sam turned to look at the doorway where there was now a hole through the rubble, and people were preparing to come through.

Paramedics with a stretcher came through first, and went straight over to Sam and Dean. Two people started working on Sam, and secured him to the stretcher, while one went to Dean and started checking on him.

"Can you walk, sir?" The paramedic asked.

"I think so." Dean answered and slowly got to his feet with the help of the paramedic. He followed Sam out who was on a stretcher being carried by the two paramedics. The man who was helping him, put Dean's arm around his shoulder, while Dean held his other hand protectively over his ribcage.

"Is he going to be okay?" Dean asked once he was sitting in the ambulance beside Sam.

"I don't know, but we will do everything possible to make sure that he is." One of the paramedics working on Sam said.

A few minutes later as they were driving, a shrill beep filled the air, and Dean's head snapped to Sam.

"Get the paddles!" He heard one of the paramedics yelled. They shocked Sam, and there was no response. He was shocked again, and the same thing.

The paramedics placed the paddles on Sam's chest again. His back arched up from the shock, and...

A/N: So what did you all think! RememberI won't add a new chapter unless you tell me what you think... so keep up the reviews!

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Ana