DISCLAIMER: Don't own it.

Okay...holy crap! extreme apologies for the lack of updating. I actually got a job this summer and found it hard to write (with the mulitiple things i was writing), so it kind of got lost. holds hands up in defence please don't hurt me. Also this chapter was confusing to me, as i had a VERY hard time trying to figure out what it was exactly that i wanted. Hope it stands up...

Dean gunned the engine and tried to ignore the frantic beating of his own heart. Sam was in the back of the Impala, mumbling to Alison. And although he couldn't hear what his little brother was saying, Dean was certain it was things that he had wished he had said before.

Before they had left the motel. Before they had even started the hunt. Before she had left after the werewolf mess. And most importantly, before he had left for Stanford.

He looked in the rearview mirror and pushed the car faster when he saw Sam brush some stray hairs away from Alison's face.

He refused to let Sam loose another person that he cared about in his life.

Sam didn't feel the tears running silently down his cheeks until he saw them start to drop on Alison's bloody face. He tried to wipe them off but only succeeded in smearing the blood more.

He pulled her close to whisper in her ear. "I won't leave you, Alison. And I'm going to save you." He inhaled shakily, taking in her smell mixed with the metallic smell of her blood. It shook him to the core. He rested her back on his knees. "Remember the first time that you got me to skip school." It wasn't a question and he wasn't quite sure why he was talking. "I was such a little girl."

He laughed and brushed his hand across her forehead. "I was so terrified that dad was going to find out, that I turned around to go back to class. You changed, because dad had finally helped you begin to take control, and you started chasing your tail." He gave her a tiny smile. "You always tried to make me smile."

Dean listened closely as he ran another red light. He hadn't known that Sam had ever skipped a day of school in his life.

"The day that I first kissed you…" Sam swallowed and squeezed his eyes closed. He saw her again, as she was that day. Her creamy blonde hair had been tossed around and her intense green eyes were twinkling like diamonds. She had successfully changed herself to the wolf and then back to her human shape. She had been ecstatic and he couldn't have stopped himself if he had tried. It had just seemed right for him to move in and capture her lips with his own.

"That was the only time that I have ever seen you speechless." He leaned down close to her face and whispered in her ear. "I fell in love with you that day…and I don't think that I've ever stopped."

The words were whispered so softly that Dean barely caught them. He whipped the car into the driveway of the hospital and jumped out of the car to yank open the back door for Sam. He ran ahead of Sam, who was moving at a gentler pace, and burst through the emergency doors. He practically tripped on the way to the front desk.

"Please, my…my sister, she's been attacked. She's cut up bad and her pulse is weak."

The nurse at the station stood up and jerked her head towards the doors. "Is that your sister?" She asked as she pressed a button on her desk.

Dean turned to watch Sam rapidly approaching. From the look on Sam's face, Dean knew that he had to pull himself together. He turned back to the nurse. "Yes."

Something beeped on the nurse's desk and she leaned in to speak on the intercom. "I need Doctor Thomas to emergency, please. Doctor Thomas." She moved around the desk and was followed by two new nurses that were pushing a gurney.

Sam laid Alison down on the gurney when it got to him, and kissed her forehead. "I swear I won't leave."

Dean pulled Sam away from the gurney as a short, blonde female walked up to the nurse Dean had spoken with.

The nurse greeted her with a "Doctor Thomas" and then went on to explain the situation as they quickly followed the gurney.

Sam stood at the emergency entrance staring down the busy halls, with Dean standing slightly behind him.

Twenty minutes later, Sam was sitting in the waiting room after finally allowing Dean to push him into a chair. He was leaning forward with his arms resting on his thighs and he was staring straight ahead.

His hands were now clean, after having Dean nag at him for ten minutes he had washed them, but his shirt was still stained with Alison's blood. Looking down at himself every few minutes only seemed to make things worse as he realized just how much blood she had lost.

He tried not to blink, because every time that he did...in the quarter of a second that it took to blink he was seeing her being jerked to the ceiling. He could prevent himself from seeing that, but he couldn't stop the agonizing scream that followed…it had been ringing in his ears since they had gotten to the hospital.

It wasn't that last thing that he wanted to hear come out of her mouth.

Dean was pacing. After shoving his brother into a chair, he couldn't bring himself to sit beside him and try to tell him that everything was going to be 'okay'. There were a lot of things that he could promise his brother, but Alison being alive for the next fifty years was not one of them.

And that tore him deeper than any physical wound could.

It was now four in the morning and there wasn't a whole lot of movement in the hospital. So when Dean caught a blur of something in the corner of his eye, he turned towards it.

The doctor was walking down the hallway and her face was grim.

Dean squeezed his eyes shut and walked forward, praying that Sam had yet to see her. She stopped when he approached.

"Doctor?"

"Are you the one that brought her in?"

Dean could see the blood that she had missed while she had quickly washed her hands after trying to save Alison. "Yes. She's my sister." Dean braced himself for the worst, but when she actually said the words he still wasn't ready for them. What was worse was that he now had to tell his little brother, the one person in the world that he had sworn to protect against everything, that he had lost another person that he loved.

"I'm so sorry." The Doctor was still talking, but Dean couldn't comprehend what she was saying…it was like his father all over again. Not that it mattered, there were no words that really had any meaning after the first two…She's gone.

Dean nodded, and turned. Inside the glass waiting room, Sammy was still sitting in the plastic chair, still staring straight ahead. Dean sighed and his shoulders dropped, he took the first step to destroying his little brother's life.

He walked into the waiting room and sat down on the small coffee table that was in front of Sam's chair. He dropped his head back and stared at the ceiling. They stayed like that for a few minutes before Sam spoke.

"She's dead, isn't she?"

Dean didn't know what to say. Anything he did say wouldn't do justice to the way that he was feeling. Dean was never one for emotions, so when something so devastating happened in their lives he was often at a loss.

He looked at Sam and spoke the words he knew would not help, but they were the only ones he knew. "I'm sorry, Sammy."

The whole time that he had been in the waiting room, Sam had been trying to convince himself that maybe, just maybe, she had had a chance. When he had seen the Doctor walking towards them, and he had seen her, he knew that everything he had told himself was a lie.

And in the three and a half minutes that Dean had spoken to her, Sam had grasped the concept that Alison was dead.

There'd be no more laughs.

There'd be no more arguments. No more sarcastic comments. No more tears or smiles or secretive looks.

There would be no chance to run his fingers through her hair again. No chance to see her green eyes spark at his sexist comments, or to burn with need at his touch.

The only thing that he had left was the image of her bloody, torn up body hanging limply from a rusty chain in a condemned warehouse.

It wasn't a comfort, but in those minutes he had come to terms with losing her. It wasn't like she was the first. He'd been through the pain before and he had come out…in pieces, but he had still survived.

He looked up at Dean, the one thing in his life that had always been constant. The one person who had held him together when their mom had died. When he had left for school. When Jessica had died. When he started having nightmares. When their dad had died. And now, Dean would be the one to hold him together.

"Would you mind…getting me a coffee, Dean?"

Dean's mouth opened and closed without anything coming out. His brows snapped down in a frown. "A coffee?"

Sam nodded, not sure if he would be able to get the words out again. He'd been lying to himself if he had ever thought that Alison would be that easy to get over. He was trying, painfully, to prevent the tears from spilling over.

"Sure, Sammy." Dean stood up and brushed his hand over Sam's head, in a gesture so mother-like Sam almost cracked.

As soon as Dean was down the hallway, Sam let his head drop into his hands and a soft sob was wrenched out of his body.

"I don't know what the hell she ever saw in you!"

Sam's head snapped up and he was looking into the very angry eyes of Derik Kane. He looked around and rubbed his eyes until they were clear. Derik, unfortunately, didn't disappear. "How the hell did you get here?"

Derik gave him a twisted smile. "Oh, let's not get into that right now. The real question is why didn't you bring her back to me?"

Sam stood up and tried to talk. He was forced back down by something he couldn't see, it was like an invisible hand had shoved him.

"I'm not quite done talking to you just yet, Samuel. And I would be better for you if you sat." Derik scratched his head and began to pace. "I understand why you'd hate me, Sam…hell I understand that you probably despise me, but this isn't about you or me, Sam, it never has been. It's always been about her."

He stopped and looked Sam in the eyes, and for the first time Sam noticed something about Derik. His eyes seemed to be able to see more than what was just in plain sight, as though he could see through a person if he choose to. And at that moment it seemed like he wanted to see through Sam.

"You told her that you'd save her, Sam." He spoke softly, as though he knew how torn apart Sam had become. His voice grew irritated. "Obviously the hospital couldn't do anything for her injuries…and I told you that she would need me." His face got reddened in anger. "If you could have seen past your foolish jealousy you would have known it was best to bring her to me."

Sam stood up again. "My decision to bring her to the hospital had nothing to do with jealousy…"

"Don't lie to yourself!" The room seemed to get smaller, or it could have been that Derik seemed to get bigger. The air got heavy and suffocating, like there was a storm brewing in the room. "If you were as smart as everyone claims you to be, then you would have known that she and I have never been anything more than family…whether or not I wanted more, the point was that she didn't."

The room returned to normal. "She never got over you, Sam, no matter how much she told herself she did." Derik stilled and even gave Sam the tiniest smile. "Now, an even more important question is what would you do to get her back?"

Sam's back straightened. "What are talking about?"

"Come off it, Sam. You think you know me, but you can't even begin to see. Instead of asking, I'm going to tell you. Bring her back to Lander."

"Bring Alison back to Lander?" Sam shook his head. "There's no point in that. She's dead."

Derik's image flickered, like that of a spirit that got hit with a dose of rock salt. "Damn it." He seemed to be concentrating harder and he stopped flickering. "Get her body back to Lander, Sam, or I swear to God you will regret it for the rest of your life."

He flickered once more and the room seemed to explode with a burst of energy. Sam was thrown back into a chair and the strength toppled it over backwards. He wasn't sure how long he laid there on his back, going over everything again in his head, before Dean showed up.

"Dude, I knew I shouldn't have left you alone." He set the cup down on a window ledge and grabbed Sam by the arm to haul him to his feet. "We better leave before they make us pay for this."

Sam looked around the room and saw what Dean was going on about.

It looked like a tornado had blasted throughout the room. Furniture and magazines were tossed around the room, leaving it in a state of disarray...and Derik was no where to be seen.

He turned back to his brother and grasped his shoulders. "Dean, I need you to help me with something and I need you to trust me."

Dean's eyes narrowed. "Why do I get the feeling that this something is going to be illegal?"

Sam tilted his head to the side and gave his brother a weak, hesitant smile. "It's pretty bad, but I wouldn't say it's one of the worst things that we have done."

Sam actually squealed the tires on the Impala trying his best to get as far away from the hospital as fast as possible. Dean held on to the dashboard, torn between wanting to hit his brother for being so reckless with his baby and wanting to tell him to drive faster.

"I can't believe that we just stole a body."

"Technically it's not stealing since she was our sister."

Sam's weak attempt at humor did nothing to ease Dean's worry. Sam had been acting funny ever since he found him on the floor. He had asked Sam three times what had happened in the time span when he left for coffee and when he returned. All he had gotten from Sam as an answer was a confused face.

He decided to try a new strategy.

"Why are you doing this, Sammy?"

Sam tore his gaze from the dark road for a second to give his older brother that same confused and helpless look. "I don't know."

OKAY...first, Please don't butcher me! Alison had to die, but i promise that the story is not over...and i know the whole Derik thing was a little confusing, but it will all get straightened out. Sorry if it seemed short for the lack of updates but it really needed to end here to make the next chapter stronger. Come on, guys, reviews are needed