A/N: you know how at the end of Bloody Mary Sam says that he would die for Dean? Dean never said anything about that. This is if Dean had died at the end of Devil's Trap. maaaajor Dean whumping, as usual.
Comfortably Numb
There is no pain you are receding,
Distant ships move on the horizon,
You are only coming through in waves,
You lips move but I can't hear what you're saying,
And I,
Have become,
Comfortably numb.
Sam had just shot his father in the leg, now John was screaming at him to finish the job off. Sam couldn't though. His mind was distracted by the unhealthy amount of blood pouring out of his brothers chest.
Dripping slowly out the corners of his swollen lips.
John had stopped screaming as a large black cloud flew out of his mouth and down underneath the rotting floorboards.
Sam raced to Dean's side.
"Dean?" he asked worriedly, "Dean!"
Dean opened his eyes slowly, every move he made caused him extreme pain. "you know Sammy" he choked on the blood, "I never returned the favour"
Sam lifted Dean's head up slightly and cradled dean in the crook of his arm, "what favour? You don't need to return any, they're yours now" Dean swallowed the blood, knowing full well that he would just cough it up again. "you told me when we were looking for Bloody Mary, that you would die for me"
Sam nodded, "and I meant it. every word of it. if I could switch places with you now, I would" he said quietly and Dean shook his head, "that's the thing. I should have said I'd die for you too. That's what I'm doing. I'm saving my baby brother from all of this. I'm sacrificing myself to save your soul"
Sam stroked his short hair, "I don't want you to. I don't want to lose you too!" the tears trickled down Sam's face and splashed onto Dean's forehead. "I have to. That's the only way you can continue to fight whatever comes your way. I want you to carry on, not me"
Sam sniffed, "I can't go on if you're not with me" Dean gave a small shrug, "tough. Because I'm going whether you like it or not. I…" Dean gave a huge cough and more blood spilled out like tiny red pearls.
His chest heaved as his lungs slowly filled up with blood. Sam thought at that moment how something vital to staying alive could kill you so slowly and so painfully. He hated to see Dean like this and as his brother spluttered again, he winced.
"do what you have to. Research; practice lying about your job, get into a girl's pants every now and then! When you get up there I want to know that you've done me proud. Go back to college if you have to."
Sam chuckled at the girl comment, that was so Dean. "and I just want you to know, that I love you. And nothing will change that. Except if you trash my baby. Then I might consider not loving you" his chest moved in ragged jerks as he struggled to let air pass into his lungs.
He coughed madly, spraying Sam's top with tiny beads of blood. "it's alright Dean, don't say any more. I know what you mean" the tears continued to fall, wetting Dean's cheeks and neck. His chest slowed rapidly, the movement getting harder and harder to notice until it disappeared altogether.
Sam shook his shoulders slightly, "Dean?"
Dean's warm lifeless body did not answer, and Sam kissed him lightly on the forehead. "I love you too, Dean"
Hugging Dean to his chest, a slow trickle of blood that had built up ran down Sam's top. But he didn't care. His brother was gone and nothing else mattered.
A/N: a little bit more morbid than I usually am with death scenes. Oh well, -wipes tear away- review and I might think of putting up another story. I wont until I get 10 reviews though! If you don't review I may have to enlist the help of Sam, Erik, John, Khan and Pastor Jim (oh god, he's dead!) to hunt you down and kill you. You know Vanhelsing's Angel? I'd be careful of her and her connections to a certain phantom with a Punjab.