Part Two

Dean slammed the Impala door shut, an annoyed look on his face. The fourth victim hadn't been very helpful. Maybe Sam had come up with something. Dean frowned as he opened the door, the lights were off and there was no sign of Sam. Maybe he'd gone somewhere? But that didn't explain Sam not returning his calls. He'd assumed that Sam had been busy on the laptop or something. Dean spotted the laptop on the desk and he went over to it, but the screen was blank. Dean walked over to the light switch and he turned on the lights. He turned and then he saw him. Sam. He lay on the ground in a crumpled heap in the corner of the room. Dean rushed over to him, his face turned pale as he approached Sam. He knelt down beside him and he tried to feel Sam's pulse. Nothing. Please don't be dead. He had to get Sam to a hospital.

Dean was falling to the ground, he was falling slowly. He still hadn't reached the ground. There was a look of emptiness in his eyes. He wasn't alive anymore. Why wasn't he alive? This wasn't supposed to happen. Sam should have saved him. Why didn't he save him? Sam's eyes filled up with tears as he watched Dean's body fall. He stared at the shot gun in his hand, the gun that had killed Dean- Sam woke up suddenly, he gasped for air as he tried to sit up. Dean saw that he was awake
"Sam.." he called, and Sam turned around, his eyes widened in shock. Dean hated seeing his brother like this but he took a deep breath and said,
"Sam look at me...you're going to be okay, I'm going to make sure of it" but Sam wasn't listening. He was still staring at Dean in disbelief. He'd heard Dean speak but the words hadn't registered in his mind.
"You're alive" Sam said in a small voice, and Dean raised his eyebrows. What was Sam talking about?

A couple of hours later, Sam and Dean were sitting in the waiting room of a nearby hospital. Dean had insisted on Sam going to the hospital, Sam had protested at first but he'd given up once he'd realised that Dean wouldn't let it go. But they'd been here for ages and Sam was becoming impatient. They were wasting their time here. He could have been trying to make sense of what he'd seen. As time went on Sam became even more impatient. Then finally he stood up and walked out of the hospital, Dean followed him out.
"Sam! Sam, where are you going?" He asked.
"I don't know, but I'm not staying here" Sam replied as he avoided Dean's gaze. He couldn't look at him. Not without remembering the look in Dean's eyes...that emptiness. Sam shuddered at the thought of Dean being dead and he began to walk away. He didn't know where he was going but he needed to get away. Dean however had a different idea.
"Come on Sam, you've got to talk to me! I...uh...what happened when I left? You said that I was 'alive'...did you see something?" Dean said as he tried to keep his voice calm. Sam nodded, there was no point in hiding the truth; Dean had the right to know. Sam spotted a nearby bench and he walked over to it and he sat down. Dean started to follow him but he hesitated. He was scared, scared of what might happen to Sam, scared of what Sam was about to tell him. Dean shoved his hands into his pockets and he walked over to the bench. It was now or never and he was the one who had asked. He noticed that Sam was shivering slightly and Dean realised that the air seemed colder. It had been reasonably warm before...now it was just cold. Sam looked straight ahead and said,
"Dean...did the YED say anything about you before you killed him...anything...about me" Dean froze and said nothing. He didn't want to lie to Sam so he said,
"Why are you asking?" Sam looked at Dean for a few seconds -so Dean knew something, but he wasn't going to tell him- then he turned and shrugged,
"No reason, forget that I asked" he said in an uncomfortable voice. Dean narrowed his eyes suspiciously, was there something that Sam hadn't told him? Dean tried to remember that night in Wyoming, when they'd killed the YED. No, it was something before that…Sam had told him what the YED had said to him before Jake had stabbed him and Dean had asked if there'd been anything else and Sam had said that there hadn't been. But Sam was a terrible liar. Dean decided to let it go. For now.

"So...what happened Sam?" he asked, Sam looked down at the ground.

"It was a vision…it was hard to make out at first but then the image became clearer once the pain stopped…I uh…I saw you Dean and you were falling and there was nothing I could do…you…you were dead…I…" Sam stopped suddenly as tears rolled down his cheeks. A couple of passer bys threw Sam looks of concern until Dean's icy glare sent them on their way. Sam made no attempt to finish what he was saying. This prompted Dean to say,

"How did I die?" in a calm voice. Dean was scared of the answer. He didn't want to die, not yet. He had to remain strong for Sam's sake. Just like when they were little. Sam took a deep breath and he looked right into Dean's eyes and said,

"I shot you, Dean, I was the one who killed you" Sam looked confused after he'd finished speaking whereas Dean did nothing to conceal the look of horror on his face. Sam looked so lost; Dean wanted to tell him that everything would be okay. But he couldn't say things that he didn't believe.