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Chapter 3
Dean looked from his unconscious father, to the gun abandoned on the floor and back to Bobby.
"What the hell.." Dean said. "What the hell, Bobby!?"
Dean looked like an animal ready to attack. John had just shot Sam, and Dean didn't know he was possessed. Bobby stepped towards the side, to cover John from Dean's view and held up his hands. "Dean it's not what you-"
Sam groaned and Dean's attention was back to his brother. "De- Ma- it stop," Sam moaned, eyes rolling around in his head.
"Dean, your father-" Bobby started, but Dean interrupted him.
"We have to get him to a hospital!" Dean yelled, looking down at his blood covered hands. The shirt was now soaked in blood and had stopped doing its job of trying to stop the bleeding.
Bobby opened his mouth to respond, but Dean had already begun taking action. Dean released his hand from Sam's. He took off his shirt, leaving his upper half bare. Removing the soaked shirt, he place the clean one on Sam's chest. Dean guided his brother's hands to the shirt. "Keep pressure on it for me, Sammy," Dean whispered to Sam.
"D'n?" He whispered because if he was hurting then Dean would make it better, he always made it better. Dean would handle it. Sam moaned in pain, but used his weak hand to press against it.
In seconds, Dean was on his feet, cradling Sam in his arms as if he weighed nothing. "You're gonna be ok, Sammy."
Dean walked out of Bobby's view. Bobby heard the front door open and Dean's determined steps on the porch. Looking back at John, he sighed. John groaned, but stayed unconscious.
"Sorry, John," Bobby stated, and ran out the door to catch up with Dean.
Bobby ran to the car and noticed Dean was already in the backseat with Sam, the doors closed. He could see Dean's mouth moving, speaking comforting words to his baby brother.
Dean settled himself in the backseat, pulling Sam against his chest. He put his hands over Sam's, pushing down against the hole in his chest.
"Sammy, stay with me ok?" Dean begged, desperately wanting Sam's wandering eyes to focus on him.
"De-" Sam started, but his breath caught in his throat. Pain ricocheted through his chest, sharp and unrelenting, and he struggled just to draw air into his oxygen starved lungs.
"No," Sam gasped, fingers clawing at the arm wrapped across his chest. His vision narrowed, as once again he began to sink into the dark.
"Christ." Dean exclaimed. "Just hang on, Sam. Bobby hurry the hell up!" Looking up he saw Bobby staring at them outside the car. Dean shot him a glare.
Bobby jumped out of his shock and opened the door, jumping into the front seat and starting up the car.
"Don't you dare die on me!" Dean cried, tears in his eyes. "Come on, Sammy!"
"Dean?" Bobby questioned, with concerned eyes.
"Yeah, I got him." Dean reassured, his arm secure around his brother. "Just drive."
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