Hey guys, here's another chapter! can't wait until someone actually reads haha! Anyways, look out for updates, a nagisa x karma fanfic (assassination classroom, anyone notice how it has ass three times in the words? Just me?). ANYWAYS! Sorry this is depressing, but I wanted to make this unique and different. This is set between episodes home and asylum!

Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural.

Dean POV

It's been two days. Two days since the incident. I'd still have dreams, have to sleep with a gag in so I would not make any noise. I open my eyes and look in the bathroom mirror, I told Sam I'd be taking a shower. Oh Sam. Why can't things be like they where? I think to myself as I take out a knife from my jeans pocket. Why did I do it? I don't know. Tiredness, to horny for my own good. What the fuck is wrong with me? I don't know the answer to that either. All I know is that I'm a bitch and in love with my brother. Not even my brother who is the same age or close, not a brother who's so far it feels as if he's a stranger, my own BABY brother, who I practically pulled from a fire, brought him out of one when he was a baby, who I am now hunting with. We are all we have right now. Why did it have to be him? I'm a freak who's in love with my brother. Who will want me? Not my Dad, not Society, I don't want me. Sam definitely won't want me. I'll be an outcast, a help to no one. We haven't really talked about anything, just hunting. It'll better if I die. I think as I take the blade, lift up my shirt and add another one of the cuts I have added the past two days. Another cut, another one. Each swipe bringing me a release. Today is the day I'm going to kill myself. I turn on the shower and step, not caring if it's cold. I take the knife and press the point against the top of my wrist. I pull down, basking in the pain that it causes. The water turns red with blood and I finish the cut at my elbow. I move to the other wrist. I'm sorry Sammy. It'll be better when I'm gone though. I love you so much. Tell Dad I'm sorry. I carve into my wrist. This is my suicide note. I give a laugh as I start to feel faint. I carve lines around the message and make it look like a proper letter. I feel woozy and the knife slips from my hands. I fall onto the floor and barely hear Sam's voice. He opens the door and picks me up in his arms. He sees the message on my wrist and tears roll downs his face. That's the last thing I see before I blackout.

Sam POV

I hear a noise coming from the bathroom and then I thump. "Dean!" I yell and rush to the bathroom. I look in the shower and see blood everywhere and Sam passed out on the floor. "Damn it!" I curse and lift Dean up. I see the message he wrote on his wrist. I'm sorry Sammy. It'll be better when I'm gone though. I love you so much. Tell Dad I'm sorry. Tears fall down my face. I dry off Sam and dress him in boxers and pants before calling 9-1-1. "Hello, nine one one what's your emergency?" The operator asks. "My brother has cut his wrists and is unconscious. I'm at.." I say and give my address. "Okay, we'll be right with you." The operator says and in to many minutes the ambulance is here and my brother's getting stuff stuck in him. "Are you riding with your brother?" Asks one of the people that show up. I nod my head 'yes' and I go into the ambulance. We get to the hospital quickly and Dean's rushed off to be treated. Dean, what did I do wrong? Why? I think as I'm left standing in the emergency area hallway. Tears fall down my face and I start sobbing. I sit in one of the chairs and cry. Cry for my brother, me and what's it gonna do to Dad. I cry for all the people that have dies because I could not do my job in time. I cry for all the suffering I have caused by getting there to late. I cry for Mom and Jess and for Dad and for everything. I cry until my head hurts and my eyes are dry and I cry still. I cry and cry and cry. Cry because I can, because I didn't notice my brothers hurt. Didn't notice. I DIDN'T NOTICE! I'm the reason he's doing this. I'm the reason so I cry. Long and hard. Harder then I ever did before. I cry. When I stop a policeman comes up to me. "Officer Kirkland, can I ask a few questions?" The officer asks me and I nod.

"What is your relationship with the person?"

"Brothers"

"Does your family or brother have a history of depression?"

"No."

"Did you know that he cut before this?"

A tear escapes from my eyes. "No."

"Do you have any other family members?"

"Our Dad is missing, our mother dead and we don't have any relatives. He's the only thing I have and I love him so much."

"Did anything happen between you two to cause this?"

"Yes, but it's personal and includes some touchy stuff. I'd rather not talk about it until he is ready."

"I understand. Is this the permanent residence of you boys?"

"We move every two to three days. We're always on the road."

"Is there a number we can you reach you at?"

"1-866-907-3235."

"I'll contact you if I have any questions. Thanks for your co operation."

"Okay." I nod and the office leaves. A nurse comes out of the emergency room.

"Sam Winchester?"

"Yes."

"Your brother is stable but still unconscious. His cuts where life threatening and if you had called in five more minutes then he would be worse. We wouldn't have gotten there in time, and he would need about two surgeries to repair damage that could have been caused and about five cups of blood."

"Can I see him?"

"Not right now, but you are welcome to wait."

"Thank you." I say and he hurries away. I put my head in my hands and fall asleep.

Thanks for reading, R&R, sorry that this Chapter is so depressing! I just got an idea and rolled with it. Dean's still alive! Anyways, bye.