Hello! I just wanted to let you guys know that this is a pretty violent chapter, with hurt!sam and Dean from the start...just to warn you, It gets messy!

Please enjoy this chapter, I hope you like it!

The lights came back on almost immediately, causing Sam and Dean to blink the harsh lights out of their eyes.

Suddenly there was a loud, dull bang, the sound reverberating around the cold stone corridor.

Sam felt Dean stiffen beside him, before he let out a strangled, guttural groan and fell to the floor beside him.

Sam's wide, terrified eyes looked down before he fell to his knees, making sure his brother didn't hit his head as he fell. 'Dean?' he asked, a high pitched squeak punctuating the end of his words and he searched his brother for any signs of injury.

Dean breathed in sharply, both his hands placed on his stomach. Sam gently moved one of his hands, and gasped as a steady flow of blood seeped onto his hands.

'oh my god...Dean!' he choked out, looking around for help, before pulling off his jacket and balling it up, stuffing it in Dean's wound.

'S-Sammy...' Dean whispered, shaking hands trying to find purchase on his little brother's bare arm, his fingers slipping and sliding on the blood that he had on his hands.

Sam looked down, tears in his eyes as he shook his head, grabbing Dean's hand and clutching it firmly, his fingers caressing his brother's hand, trying to comfort him.

'You'll be ok Dean-It's not that bad!' he cried out, trying to smile down at his brother, before looking around again. Who had shot his brother? If it was Sarah she was probably here now, just waiting-but what was she waiting for?

'Liar' Dean grinned, a trail of blood pulsing down his chin. Sam gave a nervous chuckle and wiped the blood off with his sleeve.

'Come on man...don't leave me...please don't leave me...' he begged, rubbing Dean's arm before looking back down at his bubbling wound. The shirt didn't seem to be making any difference; a steady stream of blood was pooling on the floor, soaking Sam's trousers.

'I-I...won't leave you...I promise...' Dean said, pushing his hands against Sam's chest as he clenched his teeth and squeezed his eyes shut, pain ripping through his body.

'Just let it out Dean...oh god...' Sam didn't know what to say. He cursed and looked around again, this time standing a little to get a better view.

'Don't leave me Sammy-stay here...' Dean cried, bloody hands coiling around Sam's arm, pulling him back down. Sam knelt back down, rubbing Dean's hands and gently prising them off his arm.

'I wont be a second, I promise...I'm just going to have a look around...I wont be long...' he said, tears in his eyes as he watched Dean close his, a groan of pain hissing past his lips. Dean nodded and let his hands drop. 'Be careful Sammy-that bitch is still out there!' he said, teeth chattering and head shaking; his blood loss was becoming apparent. Sam knew that they had to get to a hospital soon.

'you know I will!' he promised, before reluctantly picking himself off the floor, closing his eyes for a second as he felt for purchase on his wounded leg, before he started walking around; he was determined to find Sarah-he didn't like the idea...but she had to die.

Before he was even ten paces from his stricken brother, a high pitched shriek caught his ears, but before he could react Sarah had thrown herself at him and pulled him to the floor, screaming widely.

She looked mad and demented as he pulled his hair and began pummelling his body with her fists.

'YOU RUINED EVERYTHING!' she screamed in his face, spittle flying into his eyes as he fought to get back onto his feet. He grabbed her by the shoulders and tried to propel her off with his knees, but it was like she was super-glued to his body.

'YOU WON'T GET AWAY WITH THIS-I'LL KILL YOU BOTH BEFORE YOU DO!' she yelled, grabbing his head and slamming it on the stone floor. Sam reeled back, gasping, as he saw stars erupt behind his eyes.

With a roar of pain he grabbed her neck and twisted it. It did the trick, and Sarah rolled off him with a shriek of pain, clutching her bruised neck.

Sam groaned as he stood up, looking for a weapon. His eyes fell on Dean. His brother was shaking like it was below freezing, his white face standing out against the gloom of the corridor.

'Dean?'' he yelled, running to his brother and once again falling to his knees beside him.

Before he could even say anything to comfort his dying brother, he was pulled to the floor by Sarah, the demented woman screeching in his ear as she pulled him back and pinned his arms to the floor.

'NO! Get off me!' he yelled, trying desperately to unhook himself as Sarah cackled like a witch, laughing as she pinned him down. She loosened her hold on him for a second, in which Sam wrenched himself up and away, away from Dean so he couldn't get hurt.

She was soon back, a small, long knife glinting in her palm, silver light reflecting in the little light.

She raised it above her head and brought it back down, screeching incoherently as the blade found it's mark.

Sam yelled in abject pain and squeezed his eyes shut, before pulling himself away with a whimper, the blade still embedded deep in his thigh, blood seeping out down his leg. He growled and gasped for air, white hot burning pain erupting in his leg as he clutched it, trying to pull away.

Sarah cackled and grinned, her red lipstick smeared and her mascara smudged, making her look terrifyingly like a clown, something Sam was just as scared of as what was happening now.

She crawled on her hands and knees towards Sam, the youngest Winchester still trying to desperately drag himself away, all the times shooting panicked and desperate glances at his brother. Sam could see Dean had his eyes closed, probably trying to conserve energy.

Please don't let him be dead...not now...not like this...please don't let him be dead...

The silent prayers and thoughts ran through Sam's head as he turned his attention once more to Sarah.

With a thrill of horror he saw her also looking at his brother, before with an evil grin and a psychotic glint in her eyes; she stood up and began to walk over to Dean, the older hunter opening his eyes with a groan as he looked around.

The knife glinted dangerously in Sarah's palm, reflecting in Sam's brown eyes as anger and determination manifested themselves in his pupils.

'Oh no you don't!' he growled, crying out in pain as he picked himself up off the floor and headed towards them. He threw himself at Sarah just as he swooped with the knife, the resulting impact meaning the blade missed Dean's neck by mere inches; Sam and Sarah falling together onto the floor.

Sam was up first, growling and gasping in pain as he straddled her and grabbed her wrist, trying to wrestle the knife off of her, but she was hanging fast.

She giggled manically as she managed to wrench her wrist out of the hunters grasp, the knife immediately swiping, the blade hungry for flesh. It bit Sam's shoulder, the hunter yelling pain as it stuck fast.

Sarah shrieked in demented delight as she ferociously pulled it out, blood spurting into her face as the blade was ripped out, Sam shouting in pain.

Before she could do anything else, though, Sam found enough strength to pull himself up and once again throw himself at her, and by pure luck and a little brute strength, he managed to pull the knife from her grasp. It was slippery with his own blood as he wielded it properly; as Sarah screamed and jumped at him he thrust the knife into her abdomen.

Sarah stiffened and looked down at the blade that had sunk into her stomach, blood seeping down her smart shirt, spreading across her chest and down her trousers, the scarlet liquid pooling at her feet.

Sam wrenched himself away, not knowing whether to feel angry or sad about what he had just done. He decided not to think about it, stumbling and limping over to Dean, gently pulling him to his feet and supporting him.

Dean looked almost dreamily up his brother, his face ashen white, his teeth chattering as he fought to keep conscious.

Sam put an arm around his brother and led him slowly away, past Sarah; the woman was lying on the floor, blood spreading thick and fast around her. She turned a shaking head towards the brothers, raised her arms to Sam, a pleading look on her face.

'Help me...please...help me...' she whispered, her eyes fluttering as death beckoned her.

'Go to hell bitch' Sam replied, looking at his brother. Dean crinkled his nose, closed his eyes and gave one nod, as if to say good one Sammy!' before his eyes too started to flutter, his breath hitching.

'Dean? No...don't do this to me dude...not now-we're so close...hold on man...please hold on...' Sam didn't know what he was saying as he started to practically drag his brother down the corridor, Dean holding on for dear life as he was guided through the maze of corridors and rooms that hopefully would lead to their freedom.

'Sammy...' he whispered, fingers curling into Sam's shirt.

'Come on Dean...we're so nearly there...hold on Dean...' Sam begged, pulling his brother up once more.

'Just hold on...'

Will Sam be able to get Dean out in time?

Find out in the penultimate chapter!

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