Hi everyone, sorry it took so long for the next chapter, I didn't know how to upload it. Thanks for the reviews and I hope you like.
P.S- Hope you realize that everything from Sam's POV is what he's dreaming, just to clear that up. And everything from Deans is what's really happening.
Sam was screaming and thrashing in his sleep, "I HATE YOU1" he screamed, "HATE!" Dean jumped up from the chair he was in. "Sam!" he yelled, quickly going over to his brother. "Sam, wake up. Its only dream. Wake up!". Sam didn't wake up, but after Dean had finished yelling at his brother, he finally stopped moving and lie still on the bed. Dean sighed. "What's goin' on with you Sammy?" he mumbled to himself, and then sat back down with his head in his hands.
Sam hit the ground hard. He turned over and lie on his back. He couldn't get the image of Dean's lifeless body out of his mind, but at least his father had paid. All that time they had spent looking for him was a waste, because he was dead now. And that's when Sam realized it; he had nothing left. No mother, no father, no brother…. no girlfriend…. he was alone.
Suddenly a dark figure appeared above him, but the sun was too bright and he couldn't make out whom it was. "Dude" the person said, "you gonna lay there all day? C'mon, get up. I need your help." There was an urgency in the mans voice. Sam stood up, and his eyes widened.
"D-Dean?" he asked stunned. "No, I'm his evil twin" he said sarcastically, "Now come on!". "B-But you're…you're" only he didn't get to finish his sentence because someone attacked him from behind. That was the first time he had noticed all the people that surrounded him and his brother. "Dean, what's going on? Who are these people!" he yelled to his brother as they both fought off the "people" around them. "They're not people" Dean yelled back. He too was fighting. "They're demon's and , and they're after somethin-" but he found him self gasping for air before he could finish his sentence.
Then all of a sudden the thing attacking the brothers disappeared. Sam lay on his back breathing hard. "I guess they found what they wanted," he said getting up. "What do you think it was?" But he didn't have to ask again, he knew when he turned around and saw Dean. He was on his knees holding his throat, gasping for air as blood poured through his fingers. "Dean!" Sam yelled as he ran over to his brother, but he knew it was too late.
As soon as Sam made it over to his brother Dean fell into his arms. "It's okay" Sam said, tears forming in his eyes. "I'm gonna help you…" but he trailed off. Dean was gone and Sam had failed him…again. He was given another chance and he blew it…
I know, it was really short, sorry. Please review, and try to make it nice although, I do like constructive criticism. Hope you enjoyed…