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A/N: Hello my sexy darlings! How are you all today? I hope you're fine and ready to read another chapter of my crazy story. Sorry it took me so long to update but I have been busy with school. My assessments havn't stopped for what seems like forever. That and I have been in a reading mood lately. I have been reading a whole bunch of FanFiction in most of my spare time. I'm going crazy from sleep deprivation but oh well, anyway I'm rambling so I'll just let you get on with the new chapter. Thank you to all of you that read and review, I'm writing this for you..

A/N 2: Just thought I'd put this in here, this is a dream. Just in case you didn't realise. I realisedthat I didn't put this in my little A/N thingyafter I posted it like 5 minutes ago. Sorry if it shows up twice in your email box. But so yeah this is one of Dean's 'dreams'.


Dean's head was spinning when he opened his eyes. He scanned his surroundings quickly for the werewolf and found it looming over Sam arm raised ready to attack. Dean fought the sudden onslaught of vertigo as got to his knees. He had to get the werewolf away from his brother so he did what he was good at, "Hey you!" the werewolf turned it's head to face Dean, red eyes gleaming. "Yeah that's right you fulgy son of a bitch! Why don't you pick on someone your own size!" he seethed getting awkwardly to his feet.

The monster lowered its arm and charged at Dean. Dean however had anticipated the attack and rolled out of the way. His world span for a moment from the fast movement but he shook it off. Dean ran quickly to where he had dropped his shotgun.

"Dean look out!" Sam yelled as the werewolf lunged for him. Dean dropped to the ground and grabbed his shotgun. He looked up in time to see the monster heading for Sam. It was obviously pissed that Sam had ruined his plans to attack Dean.

Dean cocked his gun and shot but when the gun simply clicked he realized he was out of ammo, "Fuck!" he reached into his pocket and pulled out two silver bullets. He went to load the gun when his eyesight blurred up. Cursing his luck Dean blinked rapidly and blindly loaded his gun. His vision clear enough to take the shot, Dean looked to see the werewolf attack Sam. It bit his side and slashed his face. The crunch of Sam's already broken ribs resonated through the clearing at the same time he let out an ear piercing scream which seemed to make the trees shudder. Dean didn't hesitate and shot the thing that was attacking his brother.

The werewolf went down with a yelp. Dean ran to where his little brother lay, bleeding heavily. He pulled the thing off Sam and fired another shot into it to make sure it was dead. Sam was in a bad way.

"Sam. Sammy! Look at me. Just breathe your going to be fine." Dean cooed pressing down hard on the wound on Sam's side. His hands were quickly covered in his brother's warm sticky blood. Dean pressed harder trying to stop the blood flow. Sam breathing was labored as he looked up at Dean.

"Dea-" Sam tried to get out but Dean cut him off.

"Shh, Sammy don't speak. You need your strength. Just stay with me. I'm going to get us help. Come on Sammy look at me." Dean ordered his voice shaking as Sam eyelids started to close. "Shit Sammy you gotta stay awake man." He pleaded his voice laced with worry. The bleeding was too heavy and he couldn't stop the flow. Dean guessed that Sam probably had internal bleeding too.

Sam looked up at Dean, his face pale. His eyes were glassy but held a look of acceptance in them. The acceptance scared Dean. It wasn't like his brother to give up so easily or accept his fate just like that.

Dean tried to frantically think what to do. They were in the middle of nowhere and the nearest hospital was miles away and he knew Sam wouldn't last the trip. Their first aid kit was in the car, not that it would do much to help this situation. The Impala was to far away and Dean wouldn't make it back in time to be able to help Sammy with it. He could try move Sam to the car, but again the Impala was parked to far away and if he tried to move Sam he took the risk of making the bleeding worse, which would end up probably putting Sam into shock.

"Dean. I-" Sam said staring where he thought his brothers head would be.

"No Sammy. Don't even think about saying goodbye. You're not going anywhere. You can't!" Dean begged tears filling his eyes. Oh god please let this be a dream!

"I-I love you." Sam wheezed out.

Dean pulled in a sharp breath. There was nothing he could do to save Sam. He felt helpless and alone, two emotions that had never sat well with the older Winchester.

His hands were stained red from his baby brother's blood. It should have been his blood, not Sam's. "I love you too Sammy. Please don't die. I need you. I don't know what I'll do without you." He pleaded as Sam's eyes dropped shut and his breathing became barley there.

Dean pulled his brother close to him. His arms wrapped tightly around Sam, he prayed that the wound would somehow pass to him. But it didn't, and his brother was so still now, his breathing not present anymore. Dean pulled Sam tighter wishing that Sam would just wake up and say 'April Fools Day!'

"No, no, no Sammy. Breathe, wake up, please." Dean whispered as his voice cracked and tears welled into his eyes. His brother's head lolled back at an obscure angle. Oh god please let this be a dream. Let me just wake up in the hotel room or the Impala or something! This cant be real, "Come on Dean wake up." Dean hissed at himself, biting his lip hard enough to draw blood in an attempt to wake up from this horrible nightmare.

But he didn't wake up. He was left there feeling as though his heart had just been ripped out through his chest. His breathing came in and out in a ragged form and tears bit coldly into his flushed cheeks. Dean didn't know what to do. He just wanted to sit there and cradle his baby brother's lifeless form until the world stopped spinning when it realized what had happened. What the world had lost. What he had lost.

A cold breeze came from behind Dean and he instinctively positioned himself so that it wouldn't hit Sam.

It was like the breeze had caused the realization that Sam was gone. His baby brother was gone and was never going to come back. He was never going to hear Sam's voice or see his smile ever again. He was never going to look over to the passenger seat of the Impala and see his brother sleeping peacefully, or even having a nightmare. He was never going to wake up in a motel room and see his brother researching their next gig. He was never going to hunt with Sam again. Sammy, Sam was gone.

It was like he had stepped out of his body and was watching himself cradle Sam. Dean watched himself leave Sam and run to the Impala. Watched himself grab the lighter fluid and his Zippo, watched himself run back. And then watched as he laid his baby brother out peacefully and then watched as he cremated Sam.

"I won't let you become the thing we hunted Sam. Just like we always promised each other." Dean said as he came back into his body. It was no doubt that he was in shock from what had just happened to him. His brother, the person he cared about most in the world, he just died. And there was nothing he could do to change it.


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Mishka xXx