Brother's Love

Disclaimer: I don't own anything from Supernatural, and I'm not making any money from this fic

Summary: "If only my love could save you…"

Warning(s): Spoilers; AU; character death

"Dean…"

I close my hands over your wounds, but there are so many of them. Your red life fluid flows over my skin, and I sob, praying to whatever god is listening that you'll be all right.

"… Sammy…" Your hands close over mine, your eyes seeking out and holding onto my own. You don't offer words of comfort. There are none, and we both know it.

"Burn my bones…" you manage to get out in a pained whisper.

More tears spill down my cheeks, mingling with the rain that's dripping off my chin. How can you make jokes at a time like this? But then, I forget – it's your nature to make light of a situation.

I'd go to the ends of the earth if it would save you. If my love could save you, I'd pour it into you until you couldn't hold anymore. But all I can do now is hold onto you and cry.

"Sammy…"

"Don't talk," I plead, continuing to do all that I can to hold your life – your blood – inside you. I know that you're going to say goodbye, and I can't, I won't, hear it from you.

I should remember you don't take well to being bossed around.

"Sammy…" you say again. "If you get yourself killed, I'll kick your ass."

I give a trembling smile, even as more tears start. That's such a Deanish thing to say. "Please don't die," I whisper, willing you to be all right. "I can't… Not you. I'm so sorry, Dean."

You give a pained smirk. "Isn't that just like you, Sammy? Willing to go to the ends of the earth to change something you don't like."

"I love you," I whisper, for once not caring that you're pretty much allergic to anything regarding feelings. It's not like it matters anymore.

Nothing matters anymore.

"Yeah… Me too," you say quietly. "Hey, Sammy… Where do you think I'm going to end up?"

"In heaven," I whisper, leaning forward to press a soft kiss to your forehead. "No one deserves to end up there more than you do."

You smile gently. "I'll see you there… But make sure I'm waiting a good long while." Your body arches a little as the pain from your wounds gets too strong, and then you go limp, the light in your eyes dying.

I let out a scream of pure agony and sorrow, and clutch at your body, my tears mingling with the rain and washing away your blood…