HEY GUYS: the a/n is a reply in which I get a little upset…please skip it if you're looking for anything humorous.

Random View: WTF?

How dare you insult our intelligence because you cannot read! Had you read our profile properly rather than the scanning it as I must assume you have because no one can be so stupid as to miss out a complete word.

You would have noticed that we are half sisters! This means that we actually have different mothers. We are absolutely insulted. We made light of your last review as we honestly didn't think you were meaning to be rude or tactless, see where giving people the benefit of the doubt goes? We also made it as such so that other people wouldn't be offended…and so they could still receive some enjoyment from the reply.

I might also suggest that you leave an email address or log in next time so I can take the time to email you and address your concerns formally, rather than where other people can see, it's just embarrassing and really throws the theme of fun A/N.

Maybe it's time to have a little faith that what people say is true…we're strangers, you've never met me, I've never met you…I don't think we have the right to judge each other, you do. We're all different.

And I apologise for the wrong spelling, personally I didn't think it was such a bad thing, a capital letter, in the English language, is used to add importance or expression to a word or phrase.

Disgrace? You are the disgrace, to pick on people just trying to have fun. Fan Fiction isn't about whether someone is lying or about scientific proof. I hope we can come to an understanding over this and dismiss any negative feelings towards each other.

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Death takes a Winchester

Sam's poV

I flinch away from Dean's steadily cooling hand. Please don't die. I think over and over, not realising that I'm chanting it, that I'm whispering his name...

"Dean." I whisper, the blaring sirens in the distance coming closer. Will I ever see those green eyes again? Will I ever see the smirk that he throws my way almost every day? Will I ever see his look of horror when I say something along the lines of "Metallica sucks" even though I am secretly planning to buy my own copy of the album come the next town?

Will I ever wake up from a nightmare to find his comforting hand on my shoulder, concern pouring off him?

Will I ever laugh at his chick flick moments?

Will we ever be together again Dean?

A single tear rolls gently down my face, glistening as it drops to the floor and is lost in the blood.

Lost like a single drop of hope in a world a dark. Like Dean and me in the rest of the world. Two freaks fighting the freaky to protect the normal.

A single tear means so much, is so much. But it's not enough. It's not strong enough to call him back to me.

Only one tear will ever be shed for Dean Winchester...and if he were alive, his pride would cast it away, even if the real Dean, the unguarded one treasured it for a thousand years.

I'm outside of time now, just staring without seeing. Just existing, no one stopping to care about one voice amongst thousands of others.

No one ever believed me when I told them what I did, no one ever understood. I was just the child, little Sammy. Alone and incompetent.

The doors burst open and someone pulls me roughly to reality. Not that I didn't fight it, it's too late too save Dean...too late...

It's always been too late.

I wish I'd never gone to college, I wish I'd been there for him, wish we never came here, and wish it were me lying there in a pool of blood...

Two men are there, they are putting Dean on a stretcher...why? He's dead...why do they torment me so?

"Come on young man." A kind woman says, I don't look at her face; I just let her pull me to my feet and take me to an Ambulance. They put Dean in, wiring him up to all kinds of machines.

I just stare at them as the lady sits me in the Ambulance with him, making sure that I am seat belted and unhurt. She smiles, I don't notice.

Why are they dressing Dean's wound? Why are they cleaning his blood away? Why are they using they're machines? Dean is dead...

You can't bring the dead back...

Dean can't come back.

The paramedic turns to me, he smiles, "He's going to be ok I think." I stare at him...how can he be alright?

"He's dead..." I whisper. The paramedic smiles and shakes his head.

"He's alive son, he's fighting to come back..."

I stare at Dean, his eyes crack open, and he looks at me and smiles slightly.

"Jess sent me to say hi..." he murmurs, and then his eyes close.

I smile, he was always with me...and he always will be...

But there was so much blood...

My brain can't keep up, so it shuts down...

I fall into darkness. I fall into the waiting arms of Jess...but this time I know it's just a dream.

I never heard the doctors panicking over Dean's lack of a heartbeat suddenly. I never heard them...

But when I wake...maybe, just maybe Dean will be waiting...but something tells me that won't be so...

TBC...

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A/N to everyone:

Deana: ok guys, the reviewer also stated that "judging from your (my) writing" I must be about eleven. No offence to eleven year olds but I was slightly insulted by this. Does any one else agree with this? Because if you do I can look to making my writing better.

Please review this chapter! I have to go comfort my sister, who is currently crying in her room. Are you happy guys?