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-Culpa-

Chapter 2

The chilly night air dashed through the dank motel room as Dean opened the door. He threw his keys on the table and draped his worn, leather jacket over the wooden chair. He sat on the edge of his bed, staring at the empty one next to him. He didn't have the heart to get just a single.

Sammy's going to be okay. He'll be getting out soon, so he needs his own bed to sleep in.

He scrubbed his hands up and down his tired face as he swung his legs onto the bed. As he laid his head on the pillow, he slowly drifted into the memories that haunted him since that night. He could feel it tearing away at him, the gunshot, the sound of Sam's heart-wrenching hue and cry. He could see the thick carmine seeping through a hole his brothers shirt, his face turning a horrid ashen color in contrast with his bluish lips. Dean could only stand there in disbelief, not even realizing what had just happened. He dropped to his knees over his younger brother, his Sammy. The way Sam looked at him with those chestnut brown spheres was unforgettable. They radiated fear within them, yet a sense of comfort knowing that his big brother was there, to help him, to save him.

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Dean lurked behind the trees, making as little noise as possible. Every now and then twigs would snap underneath his feet, making him even more alert to shoot the wooly Lycan when it came to face. He saw something rustling through the bushes and quickly followed after it until it stopped at a small embankment of rocks. Dean quickly hide behind a tree about ten feet away from the beast, His chest pounded with anticipation every second he waited for the thing to raise out of its clandestine lair. It was pitch-black, he couldn't see a thing but he could hear it breathing. It almost sounded human, Then again it was a human that had been bitten by another Lycan. When it jumped up Dean made his move. He flailed out from behind the tree and pulled the trigger back on the gun, sending the silver bullet out of its barrel in a split second. Hearing a loud thud, he knew it was obviously its body connecting with the ground. He made his way over cautiously. When he came close he stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes grew wide when he saw the dark brown shoes and the long denim jeans that slightly ran over the top of them. His heart plummeted in his chest when he heard the low blood-curdling groan that came from behind the rocks. He could only think of one thing.

Sammy.

He ran behind the embankment, dropping the gun on the ground in horror at what he saw. He slowly bent down next to Sam, placing his head on his lap. Sam was shaking abundantly, every breath he would take in with difficulty making a small wheezing sound. Dean quickly took off his flannel shirt he wore over his black t-shirt, ripping off its sleeve and wrapping it into a ball. He placed it over Sam's chest applying full pressure, trying to block out Sam's whimpers to take it away.

"It's okay Sammy, everything's going to be fine."

Sam raised his pale, clammy hand and placed it over his chest on top of Dean's. A tear rolled down the elder hunter's cheek.

"D-Dean."

Dean choked back his tears, clearing his throat before he spoke. "Yeah Sammy, I'm right here." he said in a shaky voice.

"I g-guess you m-made the shot count huh?"

Sam didn't mean for it to come out the way it did, but Dean could feel the guilt starting to consume him with every breath that he took.

"What the hell have I done?"

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Dean ran his finger around the Styrofoam brim of his coffee cup, staring at the pasty-colored walls of the waiting room. He tapped his foot nervously on the white linoleum flooring, a million thoughts rushing through his head.

"Dean?"

He turned around, a wave of relieve ran through his body when he saw the young nurse.

"They moved Sam into the operating room, would you like to see him before his surgery?"

"Yeah, thanks Syd."

"No problem. Its down the hall last one on your left."

Dean walked down the hall anxiously, not knowing what to expect when he entered the room. He made it to the door and leaned up against its frame, preparing himself as he turned the knob. He surprised to see that Sam wasn't hooked up to as many machines like he had been for the past two weeks. The breathing tube was removed, an oxygen mask now taking its place. His eyes were closed and Dean had gotten used to that. He stood over Sam's bed and took his limp hand in his own, leaning down to whisper in his ear.

"Sam, I know you can hear me. I want you to know that I'm so sorry for what happened. You know I would never hurt you intentionally. It being an accident doesn't justify what I did. It's all my fault and I'm sorry. I hope you can forgive me."

Dean turned his head, hearing the doctors wheeling the equipment down the hall for Sam's surgery.

"Sammy, I'll be waiting right outside. They're going to fix you up good as new. You're going to be fine."

Sam made no motion to his brother. He laid there seemingly lifeless, his eyes remaining closed and his lips still tinged with blue. The sudden movement in Sam's hand shocked Dean.

"Sammy?"

Sam slowly moved his shaky hand up to his oxygen mask, slowly lifting it off of his face. His eyes remained shut.

"Sammy what is it?" Dean whispered, his eyes wide with confusion and fear.

"I forgive you Dean." He said hoarsely. He lowered the mask back onto his face, taking a deep breath.

Dean nodded his head with a smile, the tears stinging his eyes once again. He gave a gentle kiss on the back of Sam's hand.

"I'll see you soon Sammy."

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TBC..

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