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Jack laid on the dirt ground next to Sam simply listening to Sam's breathing become more labored. Jack knew there was nothing more he could do. He just had to hope Anna found help and just be there for Sam in case. The in case part Jack could not bear to think about.

Jack thought back to the day that he met Sam.

Jack had been walking down the street right after school had been let out for the summer and suddenly something large barreled into him. It was Tom Kelly, the quarterback for Stonehill High School's football team. Tom began throwing punches left and right; Jack could barely protect himself from Tom's maniacal fists. He knew why he was currently getting his skull crashed. Tom was convinced Jack had hooked up with his girlfriend Jenny the weekend before. Tom had been threatening Jack all week. Little did Tom know that it had actually been Tom's best friend who had hooked up with Jenny.

Just as Jack's vision began to swim, Tom was literally thrown off him. Jack saw a tall kid around his age with a mop of brown hair punch Tom and Jack saw Tom go down. The tall kid immediately went over to Jack and offered a hand to help Jack get to his feet.

"Are you okay?"

Jack looked at the unconscious Tom on the ground and then responded, "Yeah, I think so. Thanks to you. So who are you?"

"My name's Sam, Sam Winchester."

Jack and Sam shook hands. "Thank you Sam. My name's Jack."

They had been friends since. Jack smiled as he thought back to Sam knocking Tom out with one punch, but his musing was interrupted by a loud growl that sounded extremely close.

"Oh shit!" Jack whispered. He immediately shook Sam's shoulder as gently as he could.

"Mmmm, Jack…what?"

Jack clamped a hand over Sam's mouth. "Sam, the dog is back. I need you to keep quiet and still. I'm going to take care of this."

Jack removed his hand, got up, and headed to where the sound was. He could feel his heart beating a mile a minute in his chest, but despite his intense fear, he knew he had to save Sam.

The next thing Jack knew though was the dog swung his paw at him and slashed his arm. Jack screamed out in pain, which alerted Sam immediately.

Despite the intense pain Sam was in he knew he could not let the dog kill his friend. Sam picked up a rock lying next to him and with as much energy as he could muster; he lobbed the rock at the dog that was getting ready to pounce on his best friend. The rock hit the dog on the back. The dog turned, snarled at Sam, but then turned back to Jack who was sitting on the ground shaking as he prepared to meet his fate.

Jack looked at his friend. Jack tried his hardest to bury his fear and sound as strong as possible for Sam. "Sam, I'm sorry. Thank you for being my friend."

Sam wanted to scream. If he did not get the dog's attention off of his friend in the next second he was going to watch Jack die and then he knew he would die for sure. Sam did the only thing he could think of. He winced as he unwrapped the t-shirt wrapped around his head. With all the energy he had left, he held up the t-shirt and waved it around above his head. The dog caught the scent of the blood and immediately turned his attention toward Sam.

"NOOOOOO!!!!!!!!" Jack yelled.

However, at that instant a miracle occurred. There was a gunshot and the dog went down. Jack looked up and saw Sam's brother Dean running down the slope. "Jack stay put the damn thing is not dead yet!" Dean ran at the dog as it stood back up and he shot it in the heart. The dog dropped dead on the floor of the forest. Dean turned his attention to his baby brother moaning on the ground.

Dean ran over to his brother and dropped down beside him. "Sammy, I'm right here, I'm right here little brother." Dean grabbed his brother's hand and looked him over. He felt nauseous as he looked at the state his brother was in. John joined him moments later. He knelt down on the other side of Sam.

"Dean…hurts"

"I know Sam, we are going to get you out of here kiddo. I promise Sammy." Dean pushed Sam's damp curls back from his clammy forehead.

John stood up as Dean continued to comfort Sam. He turned to see Pete rubbing a hand along Jack's back. "Alright we need to get the paramedics here now. Jack are you hurt?"

"Just my arm, but I'm fine. It's Sam we need to worry about."

Jack then got up with Pete and walked over to his friend.

"Ok, Dean. Stay with Sam. Pete I need you to come with me since you know these woods pretty well. We need to meet up with the paramedics and get them over here. There is no way we can move Sam up to that path on our own."

John walked over to Sam. "Sammy. I need you to stay strong for me kiddo. You're going to make it okay?"

Sam's eyes were at half-mast. John was not even sure if Sam knew what he was saying to him. John then nodded to Pete and the two embarked on the trek back to the paramedics.

Dean turned to Jack and noticed how worn out and defeated the kid looked. "Jack, thank you for taking care of Sammy. You did good kid."

"I did not do good enough." Jack looked at Sam who had slipped back into unconsciousness. Jack felt a tear slide down his dirt covered cheek. He gripped at his arm that was still bleeding. "Dean, do you…do…do you think he's going to make it."

Dean looked at Jack. He wanted desperately to say yes. He wanted desperately to make some joke about Jack going all chick flick moment on him. He wanted Sam to make fun of him for holding his hand. He wanted Sam to be awake. He wanted desperately for Sam to be healthy at home with Caleb doing his homework. But what he wanted was not what he had right now. Dean looked at Jack and Jack knew by the look in Dean's eye what his answer was. Dean turned away and began to cry. Jack felt his heart break as he saw how defeated Dean was.

Jack was startled when Dean suddenly stood up and chucked a rock at a tree with a lot of force. Dean then just yelled as loud as he could. Jack felt more tears slide down his cheek. Dean was a smartass. Dean loved to pick on Jack and Sam. Dean was the badass twenty year old with a leather jacket and a sweet car. Dean was a rock devoid of expressing his emotions for fear of enduring a "chick flick moment." However, the Dean that Jack was now seeing was none of those things. This Dean was a person who was incredibly close to losing the one thing that meant the world to him. This Dean was facing the possibility of a life without Sam.

"WHERE ARE THE DAMN PARAMEDICS!!!" Dean yelled.

Dean threw another rock before taking a deep breath and kneeling down again next to Sam. Dean lent in towards Sam and began whispering to him. Jack got up and gave him some space to talk to Sam.

"Sammy, I know your hurting right now. I mean you have bone sticking out of your leg and a branch sticking out of your side. Ok I guess reminding you of what is hurting is not going to help. Sam you did good today little brother. You were selfless like always. You protected your friends from that dog. You saved Anna and Jack's lives tonight. But Sam, there is one more life I need you to save, but guess what little brother. You get some help with this one. See, I need you to save my life. I need you Sammy. I cannot live without you. But I am here for you now Sammy. Dad is here for you. Caleb too. Your friends and your coach; we are all here for you. The paramedics are coming Sammy. All I need is for you to hold on until then and then I just need you to fight Sammy. I love you little brother. I love you Sammy."

Dean wiped at the tears that had been forming tracks along his cheeks. His only response for his monologue was a groan from Sam. But it was something. That groan meant that Sam was still fighting. It meant that Sam was still breathing. It meant that his Sammy was still alive and that was all Dean needed from Sam.

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