I am so sorry this took so long. Life has been insane lately.

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The popping sound the gunshot made shattered John Winchester's fragile heart. He saw his baby, his Sammy, fling backwards and land motionless on his back still tied to the chair. John could not stop the heart-wrenching scream of denial that escaped his throat. His son, his wonderful son, his Dean, had just been forced to shoot and kill his baby brother. All the grieving father could do was stare in complete agony at his two sons, Mary's children. He had failed them.

John's grief was interrupted a second later by Bobby yelling his name. John turned his tear-filled gaze to his boys' 'uncle.' He could barely make out what Bobby had said as his sensory organs had been completely set on his boys.

"What?" John croaked.

"I said Dean didn't shoot Sammy. He shot the chair."

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Dean watched as his little brother squeezed his eyes closed as he prepared for his impending death. He zeroed in on the glistening tears as they traced paths down the ten-year-olds cheeks. Suddenly, Dean could hear nothing, he could see nothing, he could sense nothing. It was as if the sound of this horrible scene had been muted and all he could feel and see was his little brother. All Dean could think about at that instant was a memory, a memory that came to him in fast forward.

~2 years ago~

An eight-year-old Sam sat on his bed in their motel room with tears streaming down his face.

Dean squatted down to be eye-level with Sam. "C'mon Sammy...what happened?"

Sam sobbed louder. "Ben Marks," he sobbed.

Dean gave his brother a pity-filled glance. Ben Marks was a boy two years older than Sam who loved to torment younger kids.

"Sammy...what did he do to you? Please tell me."

Sam looked up at Dean with the most devastated expression. "He said...he s-said that it was my fault mommy died...cause sh-she died in my room...he s-said that you'll eventually hate me cause you'll realize it was m-my f-fault." Sam quickly looked down at the carpet as more tears fell down his tiny cheeks.

Dean felt anger course through his veins. That stupid son of a bitch. Dean wanted to go kick the kid's ass but he knew right now he had a depressed brother to deal with.

Dean immediately pulled Sam into a tight bear hug. Sam at first resisted, but quickly melted into Dean's embrace as sobs racked his tiny frame. "Sammy, listen to me. It was not your fault. It was not your fault. I swear to you it wasn't. Mom loved you and what happened was not your fault. Sammy I could never hate you. Ben Marks is an idiot. I will never hate you Sammy. I will always be here for you and as long as I'm here I will always protect you. You will always be safe with me Sammy."

That night and for one night only, Dean talked about Mary to Sam. Despite how difficult it was for Dean to dredge up memories of his mom he knew Sam needed to hear about the wonderful woman he never knew.

As Dean stood in the room pointing a gun at his little brother, all he could think about was the promise he had made Sam to always protect him. Suddenly the sound was turned back on as Dean felt the gun cock back and his finger begin to squeeze the trigger of the gun that was currently pointed at his brother's heart. Dean heard Sam scream Jamie's name before he shifted his arm just as the trigger was squeezed. Dean yelled in agony as he saw his brother slam backwards to the ground.

The yell was involuntary. He had just shot at his injured baby brother, but there was some relief for Dean Winchester. He had seen the tiny pieces of wood splay out behind the chair as the bullet had found it's mark in the chair and not his little brother. He simply prayed now this would give them a little more time to get out of this disastrous situation.

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Jamie knew immediately Sam had not been shot. The force of the bullet in the chair though had slammed the chair backwards with a great force and he knew Sam had probably obtained even more injuries especially to his head where Jamie could see some blood on the ground.

Jamie looked at Sam lying unconscious on the ground. He then turned his attention to Dean who was sobbing as he looked at the brother he had almost shot and killed. Jamie could not believe Dean had done what he did. He had taken control and not killed his brother. Everyone else had. There definitely was something special about the Winchester brothers.

Jamie flinched moments later however when Tommy's yell of fury echoed in the blood-stained room. "YOU IDIOTIC ASS! YOU DIDN'T SHOOT HIM! DAMNIT!"

Jamie could see the momentary expression of relief on the men outside the room's faces. But the expressions were quickly replaced by fear as they could see how angry Tommy was becoming.

Tommy grabbed Dean's arm and dragged him over to Sam. He pushed the gun into Sam's chest. "YOU WILL NOT MISS THIS TIME DEAN-O!" Tommy yelled. Dean's scream of agony as he realized he could not save his brother this time shook Jamie to his very core.

"Tommy!" Jamie yelled at his brother.

Jamie stepped over to Tommy and placed his hand on his brother's shoulder.

"Tommy...it's me Jamie...Tommy!...listen to me I am right here...I have always been right here with you big brother."

Jamie could see Tommy tense as Jamie spoke to him. Finally after much coaxing from Jamie Tommy turned to look at him.

"Hey big brother."

The terroristic features Tommy had displayed seconds before melted in a second. Jamie always was Tommy's weakness. "Jamie?" Tommy hesitantly asked.

"Yeah...it's me."

Tommy released Dean's arm and the gun. Dean immediately placed the gun in his jeans before turning his attention to Sam. After untying Sam and pulling his brother up to lean against his chest he watched the scene unfolding between the Jones brothers.

Tommy cautiously reached a hand out to Jamie. When he eventually made contact a sob escaped his throat.

"Jamie...I'm so sorry...I'm so sorry."

Jamie wrapped his arms around his brother as Tommy sobbed.

Sam meanwhile had slowly blinked and felt familiar arms holding him. He looked back and saw Dean smiling at him. "Hey bro," Dean whispered through the tears.

"Is this heaven?" Sam whispered.

"No Sammy...we're still alive kid...Jamie is saving us."

Sam turned and saw the Jones brothers hugging. "I knew he would."

Sam slowly was starting to feel all of his injuries and he could barely suppress the groan that escaped his lips.

Dean started to sooth Sam knowing that they both needed a hospital as soon as possible.

Jamie also heard Sam and he immediately turned his gaze to Sam. "I promise you kid...everything is going to be okay..."

Sam blinked back the tears of pain and offered a small smile of thanks to Jamie.

Jamie then spoke again to Tommy. "What Dave did to you was horrible. It was the cruelest act a human being could perform, so why are you doing it to others Tommy."

"I didn't know what else to do...I was just stuck here Jamie and I was so angry...am so angry."

"I know Tommy, but I forgive you. I forgive you Tommy. You have to let the anger go...you have to let it go so that we can leave this horrible place and go be with mom and dad together. I love you Tommy. Please come with me. I forgive you."

I forgive you. The magic words for Tommy Jones. The real estate agent's body dropped to the ground and a flickering Tommy Jones appeared in the room. He smiled and disappeared from the room.

Jamie looked at Sam and Dean. "I'm so sorry. Everything is going to be okay now. Dean look out for your little brother. And Sam, you have an amazing older brother. Always remember that."

Dean looked at the carpet. He didn't feel that amazing. It was his fault that they had even gotten in this situation in the first place. However, despite everything they had been through and the pain he knew Sam was in Sam managed to utter a few words. "Thanks Jamie for everything."

"No thank you Sam for helping me get my brother back."

Sam smiled at Jamie and as Jamie began to flicker Sam whispered, "And I know I have an awesome big brother...I've always known that."

Jamie smiled at the brothers before disappearing all together.

"It's over," Sam whispered as his body slipped into the darkness to escape the pain.

Dean hugged Sam tighter before gently lying him down on the ground to go untie his dad and Bobby. "Not yet Sammy...we have to get you better first."

John heard the words Dean said to Sam. As Dean approached him and Bobby all John could think was of the guilt Dean must be feeling and the emotional and physical pain he must be in. Once Dean had untied both men, Bobby ran into to begin helping Sam and to call 911 while John simply pulled Dean into a tight embrace. Despite the pain the hug was causing Dean's injured body, he accepted the pain as he treasured his father's embrace. Dean simply sobbed into his father's chest as he repeated how sorry he was.

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Again I am so sorry this took so long. I have just not had a chance to sit down and right for a long time. I'm not sure if I like this chapter but I wanted to get you guys something. So let me know what you think