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Beneath my skin

Pain tore through her body and a small groan of pain escaped her body, she slowly reached up to her head only to find it covered in blood. She moaned again and attempted to sit up only for her arm to give way. She groaned and cracked an eye open she could see smoke billowing in the distance.

"DEAN" The panic stricken voice of Sam filtered through her mind and she snapped her neck into the direction of the voice. She had never heard Sam sound so afraid, she used her other arm to prop herself up and then Tristan came into her line of sight. He clasped her by the arm and pulled her to her feet. Her entire body cried out in pain and she collapsed into his side, his hand snaking around her waist to support her.

"I got ya" He whispered into her ear his arm supporting her weight against his body. She nodded her thanks and turned in the direction of Sam who was stood staring at the house in shock.

"Dean" This time his voice came out a strangled gasp, Dean had been in the house when it exploded his vision showed that clearly, and know one could have survived a blast like that. Sam had just lost the one person who he had ever relied on, the one person who had always been there.

Sam fell to his knees his hands balling into fists against the earth a strangled and broken sob escaping his body.

His entire body shook with uncountable sobs tears leaving tracks down his face, he felt a hand apply pressure to his shoulder and he turned his head slightly to see his father looking down at him. His face holding a look a pure brokenness, a tear escaping the side of his face.

John looked down at the broken wreck that was his youngest son, he didn't even have to ask what the vision was he could read it all over his sons face. He dropped to his knees beside Sam and held in the bile that was threatening to spill over and forcefully pulled his son to his chest.

Sam brought up his arm and clung to his father his head falling to his chest as he sobbed over the loss of his brother, his protector, his best friend.

Max's eyes traveled over to what used to be the main house, the entire structure was nothing more the rubble on the floor. Her breath caught in her throat as she thought about Dean. She brought her hand up to hastily brush away the tear that dared overflow. She felt Tristan tighten his hand on her waist and she slowly turned her head to face him.

She took in a breath and then another as she tried to fight the overwhelming flood of emotion that was attacking her. A tear fell down the side of her face and then another, and soon her entire body quivered with the force of her sobs. Tristan pulled her to his chest and allowed her to cry into him.

Tristan wrapped his arms around her body and listened as she sobbed against him, his eyes traveled in the direction of the house and a shadow of a smile fell across his features.

"Guys you've got to come quick" One of the other hunters shouted franticly rounding the side of the now destroyed house. Max pulled away and hastily wiped the tears from her eyes her eyes turning onto Mike.

"Mike what is it" She questioned her voice hoarse from crying. Mike stopped only long enough for his eyes to travel over Max and then over Sam and John who had turned to face him both their face tear streaked.

"Its Dean he's still alive"

The words had barely penetrated his mind before he was on his feet and following Mike towards the training area. His head was hurting and so was his side but none of that mattered, al that mattered was that Dean was alive.

Sam came to a stop at the clearing his eyes wondering over the crowd of hunters that was sat in the middle. He made his way through the crowd and his eyes rested onto Dean. Sam heaved a sigh of relief and slowly reached out to his brother's lifeless body quickly taking his hand into his own.

Max came to a stop at the side of John her eyes wondering down to Dean and she gasped quietly to herself. His face was bruised and cut and he had burns down his side and she could tell that his arm was broken by the funny way it which it was laying at his side.

"What happened?" She questioned walking closer to the two shoving Tristan's arm of her as he tired to help her. Mike turned to face her quickly wrapped his arm around her waist.

"We were training when we heard the explosion we got knocked by the blast bout ten minuets later he walked into the clearing before falling to the floor" Mike answered her his eyes looking over her trying to see if she was ok.

She dropped down to Dean's side and she looked over at Sam she nodded her head and smiled and he only just managed to return it. Max bit the inside of her cheek and reached out with shaking hands and checked his pulse. It was faint but steady and he wasn't having difficulty breathing which was good.

"Mike you and John head over to the safe house get it ready we need medical supplies then we need weaponry. Theo and Luke I want you to make a make shift stretcher then take him to the house. The rest of you get cleaned up and then make a perimeter something tried to take us out today their more then likely to try again"

John nodded his head slowly normally he hated taking orders from any one but right now he was grateful that Max was taking charge because he didn't think he could of held it together long enough, all his thoughts were on his first born and how close to death he was.

John turned his head slowly when he felt Mike touch his arm softly, he nodded his head slowly and with one last look at Dean followed Mike towards the safe house, the house in which Ellen, Jo and Ash had been staying in.

Ten minuets later

Sam moved himself out of the way while Theo and Luke loaded Dean onto a stretcher before making his way back to his side. His eyes landed onto Max briefly and he signaled for him to stand at his side. She made he way over to him and allowed him to wrap his arm around her waist before they followed Dean to the house.

Tristan watched as the four of them left and cursed himself before hitting a nearby tree, he had been ordered to take out the oldest Winchester and he had failed.

His master was going to be very angry indeed.