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The Sacrifice

Chapter seven

Dean felt his whole body go cold and numb as the doctor's words sunk in. He could feel the room spinning and he put his hand down on a table to steady himself as he fought the dizzy feeling.

"You're lying! I got to see my brother!" Sammy, his little brother, couldn't be dead.

"I'm sorry son. There was nothing I could do. I'm pretty sure he had a massive stroke."

"A stroke! He's only twenty two!" Tears ran down Dean's face as he looked at the doctor in disbelief, this couldn't be happening.

"Age doesn't matter. Your brother had extremely high blood pressure….something in his head just burst." The doctor put his hand on Dean's shoulder. "Even if you had gotten him to the hospital there would have been nothing they could have done…Oh maybe they could have prolonged his life a little but…he would have had massive brain damage...I'm sorry."

Dean stood staring at the door in total shock. This had to be a nightmare. His brother couldn't be dead.

"I need to see him…" Dean wiped at his tears. I'm going to go in there and Sammy is going to be sitting on the table grinning at me Dean told himself.

"Okay, but I need you to calm yourself down. I don't need you flipping out on me."

Dean nodded as he swallowed the hard lump in his throat.

Examination room

The doctor opened the door and led Dean into the room.

"Oh God Sammy!" Dean cried out when he saw his brother's lifeless body lying on the table. "Oh no….Oh God please no!" He went to his brother's side and gently touched his face. "Sammy….." He left the tears flow, not trying to hide them as he felt Sam's skin already turning cold. The doctor was right, Sam was dead. He looked down into the pale white face of his baby brother. Sam's eyes and mouth were slightly open. A trickle of blood ran from his ear. "I'm so sorry Sammy….Oh God I'm so sorry…" Guilt feelings overwhelmed Dean. Sam was his little brother and he had always tried to protect him, and now he felt like he had failed him. He leaned down and put the side of his face on top of Sam's forehead. "I love you Bro. Can you hear me Sammy? …I love you baby brother." Dean whispered, his voice cracking with emotion. He had never told his brother that before and now when it was too late he needed Sam to know it.

The doctor put his hand on Dean's shoulder.

"I'm sorry. I really am. I'll have your brother's body shipped to what ever city you want."

Fresh tears poured out of Dean at the doctor's words 'I'll have your brother's body shipped to what ever city you want' It sounded so final, and it was. Sam was dead and there was nothing he or anyone else could do about it.

"Lawrence, Kansas." Dean said softly. "You're going home Sammy." He said as he stood up and brushed Sam's long hair off his forehead. "Where are you going to put him until…..?" Dean couldn't continue he couldn't believe this conversation was actually taking place; it had to be some kind of a nightmare.

"This is a very small town but I do have a small area in the back to store …well to store the deceased until funeral arrangements can be made."

"They won't have to do an autopsy will they?" Dean's heart broke at the thought of his baby brother being cut up.

"I don't know, they might….he was young. But don't worry; I'll take care of all that for you. I just need your information."

Dean took cards out of his wallet and handed them to the doctor.

"I'll leave you have a few moments alone with your brother while I write down your information." The doctor then left.

Dean stood next to the table and reached over and took Sam's hand. He shut his eyes as tears poured out of his eyes.

"Damn it Sammy why? Why you? I never thought it would be you…Oh God Sammy I'm going to miss you…."

It all seemed so unreal to him. Just a short time ago Sam had been concerned about him, and now here he was lying in front of him dead. He could already feel the coolness creeping into Sam's body. All Dean wanted to do was wake up from this nightmare and see his brother's smiling face saying it was just a dream, but it wasn't. His baby brother was dead. As Dean wiped at his tears with the back of his hand he looked up and saw the tiny statue Sam had cut his finger on lying in a clear glass bowl in what looked like blood. The bowl was sitting on a table next to where Sam's body lay. Dean got up and walked over to it. He read the name on the bowl 'Sam Winchester'. What the hell was going on? The statue had been thrown out, what was it doing floating in Sam's blood? Dean wondered just as the doctor returned.

"Everything's been taken care of." The doctor said handing back Dean's insurance card.

"What's this?" Dean asked as he reached out and touched the bowl.

"Oh that….my secretary removed the figurine from the trashcan thinking I had accidentally dropped it in there. And…. well since your brother passed away, I no longer need to test his blood. I guess I just tossed it in there without thinking. I'm sorry if it got you upset. I should have removed it before bringing you in here."

Dean couldn't shake the strange feeling he had about the doctor. But he knew his dad had trained them to be suspicious of everyone they met, and figured it was just his training kicking in. Not everyone in the world was out to hurt them. Dean swallowed the hard lump in his throat as he took one last look at his baby brother. He leaned down and kissed Sam's forehead as his tears fell onto his brother's pale lifeless face.

TBC