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Fight or Die

Chapter twelve

Sam knew what he had to do. He couldn't kill an innocent man; it would haunt him the rest of his life if he did. He knew his death would devastate Dean and that brought tears to his eyes, he'd do anything not to hurt his brother. But he knew Dean would understand, he would do the same thing if he was in his position. They always knew one day one or both of them would die trying to save someone and today was his day. I'm sorry Dean he whispered softly as he allowed himself to take a hit to his face and went down and didn't get up. As he lay there he could hear the guards from the camp cheering as they collected money from the guards from his camp. He looked up as one of his guards walked over to him.

"Damn it kid you cost us a lot of money." He said as he kicked Sam in the ribs. Sam hadn't been prepared for it and he gave a little gasp of pain as he rolled onto his side. "Well let's get this over with." The guard pulled Sam to his knees while another guard gave Sam's opponent a large knife. Sam swallowed hard and shut his eyes as the guard grabbed him by the hair and pulled his head back exposing his neck. "Do it!" The guard ordered the man.

Sam's heart was pounding; he didn't want to die, not like this. His mind kept screaming at him to fight, but he knew the guards had guns and he would only end up getting shot and also getting the man he was attempting to save shot as well. He could hear the man approaching him and he said a quick prayer that Dean would forgive him and find some way to get himself and the others out of there. He then held his breath as he waited to feel the blade on his throat and wondered what it was going to feel like to die, and whether he'd be with his mom and Jess again.

The truck

As the truck flew through the gates of the camp Dean could see Sam kneeling in the ring his head pulled back at an awkward angle. He could see what he assumed to be Sam's opponent standing next to him with a large knife. He felt a cold chill go through his body as he watched the man raise the knife. Come on Sammy use your powers! Toss those men away from you! But even as Dean thought it he knew Sam had no control over his telekinesis. It only happened occasionally and usually only when someone else was in danger. Dean did the only thing he could think of he reached over and kept his hand on the horn. It worked, everyone turned toward them wondering what was happening.

With his head still pulled back Sam looked out of the corner of his eye.

"Dean." He whispered both relieved to see his brother and worried that his brother might now have to witness his death, or worse die himself.

Dean and the rest of the men jumped out of the truck with their weapons drawn and ran toward the ring. There was a brief scuffle but the prisoners eventually gained control of the guards without anyone getting seriously hurt.

"Hold it! Stop!" Dean shouted as he ran toward the ring pointing the rifle at the guard who was holding Sam's head back.

Instead of letting go the guard grabbed the knife out of Sam's opponent's hand and pulled Sam up putting the knife at his throat using him as a shield.

"Get back or I'll slit him like a pig!"

"You hurt him in any way and I swear I'll kill you." Dean kept the rifle trained on the man. He then allowed himself to glance at Sam. He winced when he saw the new bruises on his brother's body. "You okay Sam?"

"Yeah." Sam could feel the sharp knife pressing against his throat and knew if he made any quick movement it would be his last.

"Back off or I'll cut him!" The man shouted.

Sam gave a little hiss of pain as the guard made a shallow cut to emphasize his point. Blood immediately began running down Sam's throat.

Dean tensed knowing if the guard pressed a little harder and hit an artery his brother would bleed to death in a matter of seconds.

"Back off!" The guard shouted again as he began backing up pulling Sam with him.

"You're not taking him with you." Dean stepped closer. He knew once the guard was out of his range he'd more then likely cut Sam anyway and then make his escape while Dean was trying to tend to him.

"Oh yes I am." The guard suddenly moved the knife from Sam's throat and sliced his side.

Sam gasped in pain and began to double over but was quickly pulled upright again the knife once more put at his throat as blood flowed out of the fresh wound and down the side of his jeans.

"You son of a bitch!" Dean screamed aiming the gun at the guard's head.

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