Dean stared at the blood, and suddenly he couldn't breathe. It was as though all the oxygen had been sucked out of his lungs. "No." he breathed, reaching out a trembling hand and gripping his brother's shoulder.

At the sound of his voice Sam tilted his head to the side and looked down at the hand resting on his shoulder. "Dean." he whispered. "I…I…" he stopped, seemingly at a loss for words, and turned around.

The knife blade was lodged into Sam's chest up to the hilt, crimson blood streaming from the wound.

"No…no…" Dean repeated softly, shaking his head, as though denying what had happened would make his brother okay. "No no no! Sam, no!"

"Dean." Sam said. He opened his mouth to say more but a wave of dizziness hit him and he dropped to his knees in the dirt. In a second Dean was kneeling on the ground in front of him. He grabbed Sam's shoulders and gently helped him lie down on his back.

"Dean?!" Bobby's voice yelled from the tree-line. "Dean! What happened?"

Dean looked around and saw Bobby running toward them. "Bobby, Sam's hurt! Call an ambulance!" He saw Bobby pull out his phone and then turned his attention back to his brother, whose eyes were half closed. "Sam! Sam, look at me." He said firmly. Sam's eyes snapped open and locked on Dean's. "I need you to stay awake, alright?"

"Okay." Sam said weakly.

Dean took a deep breath and then looked down at Sam's wound. There was blood everywhere, it had soaked through Sam's shirt and was pooling beneath him on the ground. So much blood…His hands shook as they hovered over the wound. "Oh God, Sam…" he whispered, and his voice cracked. "I don't know what to do."

Sam looked up at him. "Don't look so depressed…It's not…that bad." he choked out. "I didn't even feel it."

"It's called shock, Sam!" Dean said loudly, running a hand through his hair. "You're in shock!"

"Dean, my phone's not working, there's no service!" Bobby said anxiously, running over to them. He gazed down at Sam's wound and his face paled. "I'm going to run to the car and find help nearby. Try to stop the bleeding while I'm gone."

"Shouldn't we get him to the Impala and drive to a hospital?" Dean demanded.

"The car's too far away, we'd just make it worse by moving him there." Bobby said quickly, turning to leave. "Just stay here and try to stop the bleeding."

Dean looked back at Sam as Bobby ran off. "It's going to be okay, Sam. You're going to be fine." he rambled, trying to convince himself just as much as his brother.

"Take it out." Sam whispered.

Dean froze. He looked down at the knife and shook his head. "I—no. That would just cause the bleeding to increase, make it worse—"

"Dean, please. You can't stop…the bleeding if there's a knife…in my chest…take it out."

Dean gritted his teeth and then reached down and gently pulled the knife out of Sam's chest. As soon as he was done more blood began pouring from the gash. Dean threw the knife aside and then quickly took off his shirt and pressed it to the wound.

Sam smiled faintly. "Always jump at the chance…to take your shirt off…huh Dean?"

Something in between a laugh and a sob escaped Dean's lips, and he shut his eyes briefly as he crouched over his brother trying to stop the blood. When he opened his eyes again they were glistening with tears. "I can't do this again, Sammy. I can't."

"Dean—"

"I can't watch you die again! Not again! Do you have any idea how hard it was to see you die the first time?"

Sam froze. "First time?"

"Yes, first time! I—I don't know what's going on Sam, but this already happened—"

"Except last time I got stabbed in the back." Sam finished weakly. They stared at each other.

"What's going on, Sam?"

Sam looked away, thinking hard. "It—it doesn't make sense…I thought that the portal just…brought me here…but why would it bring you too?"

"So we're here because of the damn room?" Dean said angrily, holding his now bloody shirt firmly against Sam's wound. "What, it thought it would be fun for me to watch you die again? It really has a sick sense of humor."

Sam opened his mouth to say something but started coughing instead. His vision blurred and Dean went in and out of focus above him. After what seemed like forever the coughs stopped and his vision cleared. He looked up at his brother, and Dean stared back at him looking terrified. "Sammy?" he whispered.

"Still…here…" Sam choked out. He swallowed hard and tasted blood in his mouth.

"Just hang on, Sam. Bobby will be back soon, so just hang on." Dean said frantically. "I don't know what else to do—"

"You're doing…all you can." Sam said forcefully, grabbing onto Dean's wrist to calm him down. "You always do."

"But it's not enough!" Dean said desperately. "It's not! You're—you're—"

"I'm still alive."

"But you're dying Sam!" he yelled. "I'm supposed to always keep you safe and you're dying!!" he took a shaky breath and looked at Sam, "You can't die…not again…you're all I have left."

Sam stared at his brother. He had never seen him look so upset, so defeated, and there was nothing he could say that would make him feel any better—but there was something that he needed to say. "Dean…I want you to promise me something."

Dean looked at him and Sam continued softly, "Promise me…that you won't make the deal…if I die."

"No."

Sam's vision blurred again and he fought to stay conscious. "Dean, I'd rather die…than have you go to hell…because of me. Now promise!"

Dean shook his head and looked away, and as he did Sam felt something wet fall onto his cheek. Dean was crying. Sam gritted his teeth and began using his arms to push himself up into a sitting position.

"Sam, stop it!" Dean said frantically. "What are you doing?! You're not supposed to move!"

Sam winced at the stabbing pains shooting through his body but continued sitting up anyway. When he was done he looked at Dean, who was kneeling in front of him looking terrified. "Sam, what—"

Sam threw his arms around his brother and hugged him as tightly as he could, ignoring the sharp pain in his chest. Dean knelt there in shock for a few seconds and then returned the hug just as fiercely.

"It'll be okay." Sam whispered softly as the world blurred and seemed to darken around him. "You'll be okay..." he smiled faintly, took one last shaky breath, and died.

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