Careful What You Wish For

AN: Thank you so much for the reviews. I hope you like this chapter, too. I try to make it longer than the first one. Anyway, read and review! Thank you already!

Warnings: Language

Disclaimer: Yeah, I don't own Supernatural

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Chapter two

"Die... Die... Die..."

"Oh, for... Christ's sake, I am dying, would you... shut up!" Dean's sudden yell made Sam jump.

"What the hell, Dean?" he asked, confused, worried and very aware of the thing Dean had just said. Dean just shook his head as if trying to get rid of something that annoyed him. "Dean, what? What did I do?"

"Nothing, Sammy... Not about... you", Dean said between his breaths. He looked at Sam, who's eyes had suddenly filled with tears and sighed. "Really, Sammy... Not your doing... Trust me..." Sam nodded, though Dean didn't think for a second that he had believed him. "Sam, you haven't... said anything for minutes... How on the... earth could I... have yelled at you?"

Sam swallowed hard when he noticed how painful talking was becoming for Dean. "Who's talking to you?" he asked.

"The... spirit, I think... She's telling me to..." Dean stopped before ending his sentence. No way did Sam have to know the rest of it.

"She's telling you what, Dean?" Sam asked, using his I-know-I-don't-have-to-know-but-it-would-make-me-so-happy tone. But Dean remained quiet. "Please, Dean. I need to get all the info so I can get us out of here", Sam said.

Damn Sam and his logic! "She's uh... She telling me... to die..."

Sam closed his eyes. This couldn't be happening... this wasn't happening. Didn't Dean use to say that nightmares would go away if you denied that they were real?

"She's pretty... demanding, Sam", Dean said. Sam opened his eyes and looked at his brother with disbelief.

"So what? You're just gonna give up cuz a spirit tells you to? No way are you my brother", he said.

"Sammy, would you... just... Jesus Christ!" Dean suddenly yelled and his whole body tensed.

"Dean? Dean, what's going on?" Sam asked, panicked. He didn't get an answer though, Dean was too busy trying to breath. "Oh God... Dean, listen to me, whatever it is you can get through it, okay? Just take deep breaths. Can you do that for me, Dean?"

"God, it... hurts, Sam", Dean managed to get out.

"Breath through it, Dean", Sam advised. He took a hold of Dean's shoulders to keep him still.

"Easier said... than done, Sammy", Dean said, but took a few deep breath nonetheless. "I'm really starting to hate that bitch", he added.

"Yeah, me too", Sam mumbled. This was getting way over his head. He wasn't suppose to be the one in this situation. Dean was the protector, Sam was the protected. Sam was not use to it and he was not enjoying it.

"Not easy to be... in my shoes, huh?" Dean asked as if he had read Sam's mind.

"I don't get how you do it", Sam admitted.

"It's the... benefit of being... the big brother. It's... in the blood..." Dean said.

"So this is suppose to be the other way around..."

"No, Sammy", Dean said, cutting Sam off. "This time... I'm happy that it's... like this..."

Sam turned around so he didn't face his brother as his eyes filled with tears. How could Dean be so damn... Dean-like? Only Dean could say 'I love you' in a way that made Sam want to cry his eyes out.

Fuck, now I made him cry... "Sammy?" Sam quickly wiped his eyes and turned back to face Dean. "I meant... what I said..."

"I know. That's the problem!" Sam said, standing up.

"Okay. Now you... lost me."

"You don't care about your own damn well-being, you always put someone else before you! And damn, Dean! It wouldn't hurt you that just for once you'd put yourself first! I mean, I bet right now you're thinking of ways to get me out of here!" Sam was practically yelling when he finished. He breathed hard and watched as Dean lowered his gaze from his eyes.

"Well... You're the... psychic, right...?"

"Damn it, Dean..." Sam whispered.

"Hey! I made... a promise to.. myself that... I wouldn't let you... die before me... I intend to... keep that promise..." Dean said.

"I know, you've told me that already", Sam said. "When did you make that promise anyway?" he asked.

"Uh... about... 17 or 18 years ago..." Dean answered.

"Right after the strigha?" Sam guessed.

"Yeah, it was... around that time, yes", Dean admitted.

Sam shook his head. "You still think it was your fault? I thought we were done with the subject", he said.

"We... are... It just didn't... end the way... you wanted it to..."

"You're so damn stubborn! Even the good things don't get to your thick head!" Sam said.

"Chick dig... the bad boys... Can't let you... make me all soft... with you compliments..." Dean replied.

"Yeah, well. I think the chicks dig you more alive than dead", Sam pointed out.

"That's... not in... my hands", Dean said. "It's never... been..."

"That's only because you just let go the minute they tell you there's no hope", Sam said.

"When the... doctors tell you... there's no hope... you're suppose to... let go..." Dean argued.

"There's always hope, Dean!" Sam said.

"You're starting... to sound like... that dude in... Lord of the Rings", Dean said.

"You've read Lord of the Rings?"

"Don't you... know me... at all? Of course... I have... not read... it... I saw the movie... once..." Dean said. Sam noticed that Dean was starting to make more brakes to take a breath.

"Well, that dude in the Lord of the Rings is right. There is always hope."

"What...ever..." Oh GOD, it'd be nice to get some oxygen...

"Dean?" Sam watched in horror as Dean's eyes closed and he fell on the floor. "Dean!!" It didn't take Sam two seconds to get to his brother's side. He put two hands to his neck and sighed in relief when he found s steady pulse. "Wake up, Dean. I let you sleep when we're clear, wake up!" Sam ordered. He heard Dean mumble something which meant he wasn't completely unconscious. "Dean? Come on, open your eyes for me, will ya?"

"Can't... breath..."

"Yes, you can, Dean! Nice and easy, just take deep breaths."

"Hurts..."

"I know it does, but you have to think of something else. Just concentrate to the breathing, okay? Just concentrate to the breathing..."

When Dean's breathing didn't seem to become any easier, Sam did the only thing that came to his mind. He gathered Dean into his arms and started to take deep breaths. He didn't allow himself to relax until he was sure Dean's breathing was even with his own.

"Feeling any better?" he asked.

"Thanks... Sammy..." came Dean's muffled reply.

Sam couldn't stop the tears falling this time. He put his forehead on the top of Dean's head and tried to calm himself. This is gonna end up fine. We're gonna get out of here.

Dean felt something wet in his head. His heart ached and it had nothing to do with the spirit. He had to make Sam feel better. Just a little better...

"Dude... are you... hugging... me?"

"Maybe..." Sam answered.

"Gonna... let me... go... anytime... soon?"

"No."

"Oh... okay..."

Well, if it made Sam feel better Dean could allow it. Just for this once. I mean, even if Sam was trying to deny it, Dean knew he didn't have much time left.

"Die... Die... Die..."

TBC

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AN: Alright. Well, I kinda hate myself right now... But well, they're Sam and Dean, I can't make them through a hell that they already haven't, right? Tell me what ya think, and I'll be one very happy girl. :D

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