Sam and Bobby made record time in ascending the rungs. Sam leaped to the next building in the compact block and then leaped upon the next. Bobby followed closely behind him.
Sam stopped on the second building and swung Dean off his shoulders into his arm.
"Dean!" Sam voice cracked and his mouth scrunched in agony. He gazed at Dean's fixed eyes. Sam's breath gasped and his mouth gapped. The gasps became a wheezing. A tremble now twinged in his voice. "No…. No, Dean…please." A tear surged down Sam's face and fell upon Dean's forehead. A pang hit Sam's soul, crushing it into a cesspool of pain and anger within him. He wiped the tear from Dean's face. An ache devoured him as he fixated on Dean's hollow unchanging eyes.
Sam fell to his knees; his brother still embraced in his arm. He allowed Dean's legs to rest upon the graveled roof. Sam did not remove his stare from Dean. "It's a vision, Bobby. I'm having a vision. I'm gonna wake up… and Dean.." Sam hand clutched in a fist and slammed into the gravel. He face grew more distorted.
"Sam.. I'm…" Sam barely noticed Bobby checking Dean's pulse. Bobby backed away shaking his head lightly. Sam didn't need Bobby to tell him what he already knew. A torrent of tears gushed down his cherub cheeks and his body shuddered with disbelief.
"No….No….Dean…Dean…" he voice cracking as he shook Dean's shoulders.. His breath came out in gasp of crying. "No" Sam wailed, pulling his brother close to him. Dean's head came to rest on Sam's shoulder. He wrapped both arms around Dean and Sam began to rock. He face was twisted with misery, melancholy, and throbbing agony. Sam looked to Bobby. Bobby's lips were sunken in and a tear had already rolled down Bobby's face.
Sam rocked Dean in his arms, half shaking and half crying. "Please, GOD PLEASE! Don't let this happen. Please don't let him he gone… Dean…please..no…nnnoo.."
The Despondent Sam remained immersed in anguish as he locked his brother to him and refused to accept Dean was gone. His doggedness was granite. Renouncing the idea to leave the roof, he sat cradling his brother. If he, somehow, lingered in that moment, he could change it, he could wake up, or he could make it right. Bobby crooked down behind Sam. He affectionately closed Dean's eyes, so Sam wouldn't have to see the annulled portals again. Sirens echoed in the distance, but Sam was stalwart.
"Sam, we have to go," Bobby managed to squeeze out.
Sam did not reply. The minutes passed and the sirens grew closer. The sounds of firefighters battling the blaze emitted from below. A minute turned to ten, and ten turned to fifteen.
"Sam, there was nothing we could do. We have to go now," Bobby voiced gently. Placing a hand on Sam's shoulder, he attempted to compel Sam to move. Sam recoiled from Bobby's attempt at comfort. There was no comfort for him. Only the need to bind Dean and to beget him to stay remained. Sam clinched Dean tighter.