Chapter 3

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"Sam!" Dean coughed, tears trailing down his cheeks. This could not be happening; this had to be some type of joke or dream. He fell to his knees and looked into the scorching orange fire. The thought of his brother being in there made Dean sick to his stomach. He also felt that this was partially his fault. Maybe if he didn't propel his brother over the edge and cause him to leave, then maybe they would still be in the motel room, sleeping peacefully. Or maybe if he didn't wish his brother dead; no not maybe, if he never did make that wish in the first place, if would of never have come true. Dammit, Dean, how could you be so stupid and careless?

"Oh god, Sammy. I'm so sorry."

10 Minutes Earlier

Sam snapped open his good eye and gasped. He began to breathe rapidly and blinked around to see where the hell even was. It was dark and smoky, but he could hear the soft patter of rain against the…car? How did he end up in a car? Come to think of it, the car looked a lot like the…Impala. Shit.

"Dean is going to murder me," thought Sam as he saw how destroyed the vehicle was. Why was it like this again and why the hell do I hurt so much? Sam frowned as he tried to shift his position, but the moment he did, pain shot through his entire body causing him to whimper faintly. His face, more so his nose hurt the most for some reason so Sam unsteadily reached up to his nose and traced the crooked nose lightly. Yep, it was definitely broken. He stopped moving, and took a deep, painful breath. That's when he saw it; a large piece of glass was lodged into his side making it harder to breathe. He gasped in alarm as he saw this and immediately went to pull it out. He knew that it was probably not the best thing to do, but it hurt like a bitch and he wasn't really thinking straight.

Gradually, he inched the shard out of his flesh, wincing, gasping, and crying during the process. In a few minutes, he tugged the glass out with a shaky hand and it made some sort of sucking noise when it was removed. Tears flowed out of his tightly closed eyes, but he knew he should suck it up and stop being a baby. That's what Dad and Dean would say, right? But he couldn't hold it in; everything in his entire body was pulsing with agony. He threw the glass onto the passenger seat and took a deep breath, leaning his head on the headrest and drained, completely, of all energy. Suddenly, despite his slightly broken nose, Sam could make out the faint smell of gas. The car was going to explode and if he didn't get out soon, he was going to be toast…literally.

Carefully unbuckling his…his seatbelt wasn't even on. You idiot, Sam! Sam cautiously twisted his body towards the driver's door and slowly opened it, the loud creaking and grinding of the metal agitating his throbbing head. He swung it forwards and he fell out of the seat, landing roughly onto the glass covered road and causing him to cry out in anguish. Come on Sammy, you can do this. Sam shakily raised himself onto his hands and knees, his arms trembling violently in weakness as he sluggishly struggled over the grassy side of the road. By the time he reached the shoulder, he collapsed, his face meeting the cold, wet grass. Immediately after, he heard the deafening sound of an explosion behind him, sparks and chunks of the Impala landing next to him. That was the last thing he heard clearly before the darkness started to overtake him. But, for some reason, he thought he could hear a faint voice calling his name. Must have been his imagination, though.

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"Sammy! Answer me, dammit!" Dean sobbed angrily. He stood up and angrily wiped the tears off of his damp face and turned around, putting his hands on his head. All of a sudden, something caught his eye and his heart beat briskly in hope. Could it be? He ran to the side of the road and sure enough it was…

"Oh god, no. Sam!"

Dean fell harshly next to his brother's battered form and shook him gently. His clothes were soaked to the skin and he was covered in bruises, cuts, and blood; so much blood.

"Sammy, oh god."

He rolled his brother onto his back and lifted him up carefully, cradling him in his arms. That's when he saw it; the huge tear in Sam's shirt, revealing the massive gash in his right side.

"No, no, this can't be happening. Don't do this Sam. Don't you dare do this to me."

He looked over his brother's body, his gaze moving across Sam's face. It didn't even look like Sam anymore; his left eye was swollen and black and his pasty face looked like he'd fallen face first into a pit of knives.

"Son of a bitch, Sam," Dean muttered as he held on tighter to Sam with one arm, dug out his cell and dialed 911. In seconds, he finished the call and tossed the phone aside, not even caring if it got wet. It wasn't as important as his brother; he could replace the phone, but he could never replace Sam. He resumed his tight grip on his brother and sniffed. All of sudden, he felt Sam shift a little in his hold.

"Sam? Come on, kid, you gotta open your eyes for me…please."

Finally after, what seemed like, forever, Dean saw his brother's left eye flutter open and look up at him tiredly.

"D-De-ean?" Sam said weakly.

"Yeah, it's me buddy. How are you feeling?" He knew it was a ridiculous question to ask when it was clear as day that his brother was far from feeling okay, but it was just one of those things you say.

"Like shit," Sam wheezed, grabbing the front of Dean's jacket weakly.

Dean chuckled, but quickly sobered up. "You're gonna be okay, Sammy, just hold on, alright?"

"D-Dean, I'm sor-sorry for fight- figh-"

"I know, champ, me too. Just save your breath and don't speak."

Sam nodded and coughed, his eyes squeezing shut in pain.

"Breathe through it Sam. I got you, you're okay."

"D-Dean," Sam grimaced.

"I know, Sam, I know it hurts."

"N-No, y-your car. It's r-ruined, I'm s-sor-sorry."

"I don't care about that right now. I can fix her, I can't fix you."

Sam chuckled softly. "That's r-really ch-cheesy, Dean."

"Ha, you're right, that was pretty lame," Dean smiled through the tears and raindrops.

Sam smiled, but it disappeared when another wave of pain crashed over him causing him to grunt feebly.

"Dean-"

"Don't Sam, I know what you're thinking and it's not going to happen, okay. We're gonna get you patched up and I'm gonna do my job: take care of you, alright? I'm gonna take care of you. Just hang on, help's on the way."

Sam shivered, the shock and fear taking over as he gripped Dean's jacket even tighter. He looked up into his brother's hazel- green eyes and Dean could instantly see the panic and pain flashing through them.

"Don't you dare, Sam! Don't you fucking dare give up and leave me!"

Sam gave Dean one last look and opened his mouth to say something.

"D-De-" but his breath caught in his throat, the discomfort and unconsciousness taking over. His firm grasp on Dean's soaked jacket slackened and his arm fell limply to the ground. His head lolled to the left, away from his brother, left eye closing and his breathing silenced.

"Sammy? Sam. Come on, Sam don't do this!" But Sam remained motionless.

"Oh, god….Oh, god. Sam, come on, look at me!" He cried gently grabbing onto his brother's face and turning it towards him.

"Sam! You can't give up, you hear me? You can't leave me here by myself! I'm going to take good care of you alright, it's my job, but you have to wake up, okay? Hey! Sam, listen to me; it's just you and me remember? You and me against the supernatural world, huh? I can't do anything without my pain-in-the-ass, whiny emo bitch little brother, right? Sam. Sammy! Oh, god this can't be happening. Sam, please," Dean's voice cracked with emotion.

Suddenly he heard the wailing sirens in the distance, getting closer and closer with every second that passed by.

"You hear that, Sammy?" Dean said, wiping the rain off of Sam's ashen face as much as he could. "You're gonna be okay, alright? You don't have my permission to die; I can't lose my little brother. Sam. Sam!" Dean sniffed and he wiped his nose with his wet sleeve. He ran a hand across his eyes, wiping the rain out of them; they might have also been tears, but he didn't even care enough to notice. All he cared about was Sam. Gently, he lifted his brother's head up and placed it against his chest. He took a deep, shuddering breath and ran his hand through Sam's drenched hair and he placed his face on the top of Sam's head.

"You're gonna be okay, Sam," he whispered, shivering intensely in the freezing cold rain. "You're gonna be alright."

TBC.

I feel like this chapter sounds a lot like the AHBL ending (which made me bawl my eyes out), but I, in no way, own Supernatural. :( Comments are appreciated