AN:// Horribly depressed, so I wrote a chapter. Hope you like it. Chick Flicky moment I suppose. Please review?
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It felt as if Sam was listening to the surrounding voices from somewhere far away. There was s soft murmur that seemed to be coming from even farther, a deep voice. He couldn't make out they were saying. It was just soft talking. He wished that he could know who they were. But at least not knowing might keep him safe.
Sam tried to squint against the blinding light that was flashed into his eyes, he whimpered for it to go away. And it did momentarily before it flashed to his other eye. "Please" he whimpered trying to pull away. "no more." He felt tears on his face. He didn't want anything anymore. He wanted to be left alone. He didn't want to be in the hospital. He wanted to go home….
A pang of remorse coursed through his heart. He had no home. His only brother hated him, his father moved around so much there was no point in going to him. He wanted a home. He needed a home, he would have had one if Jessica was alive.
He had killed her. He had killed his precious beautiful girl of his dreams. He had killed her just as he had killed his mother.
"I killed them." Sam whispered trying to let out the pain that he felt. "I'm sorry…" he whimpered as if hit. "I'm sorry please no more." Sam pleaded "I'm sorry. I killed them. I'm sorry" he cried trying to convince someone.
John went to his son's side. His blood running cold as he heard what he was saying. Behind him a weak and pale Dean stood, his back pressed against the wall of the room. "Sammy." Dean whispered his heart feeling as if it would drop out of his chest by the amount of pain was sent through it every time Sam spoke.
John watched his oldest son closely; he had just gotten to the hospital with Missouri and Father Jim and was terribly weak, the demon had been in control for so long that Dean had no energy left. Dean staggered slowly across the room to his brother's bedside and sat down on the chair next to it. Shaking he placed his hand over Sam's that rested above the blanket.
"Sammy." Dean said softly again tears coming to his eyes. Sam stopped all movement, the tears even stopped falling down his eyes. "No one is going to hurt you again Sammy." Dean promised Sam tried to get away slightly Dean held strong. "Sammy, its Dean, I'll never hurt you again. I'm your big brother Dean." He whispered tears falling down his face as Sam tilted his head in his direction and opened his eyes ever so slightly.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to kill them." Sam pleaded locking his eyes with Deans
"No… no no no no no kido. No." Dean said quietly but urgently. "You didn't kill them. You've never killed anybody. Never." Sam shook his head and opened his mouth to reply. "No Sammy. You have never killed anyone."
"But but I killed them" Sam pleaded shaking his head.
"No Sam. No. I was wrong. You have never ever killed anyone." Dean said whipping the tears away from Sam's cheek, who leaned into the touch of his older sibling that wasn't brutal and mean.
"I didn't kill them?" He questioned his eyes drifting closed slowly. Dean shook his head confirming that he didn't.
Dean slowly pushed Sam over and got up on the side of the bed cautious not to hurt his brother any more then he already had. He carefully slid one arm under his little brother's body and draped his other one across the top of him, holding him closely. He then laid his head next to his brother's ear and slowly whispered "You didn't kill them" again and again. John slowly left the room to find out what happened in detail with Dean but for now Sam would be safe with Dean.