AN: Hey guys! I wasn't exactly sure where to go with this (last chapter I just started writing and that was what happened) but I think I like how it turned out. This chapter's from Sam's point of view. I didn't mean for it to be, it just worked out that way. Thank you to anyone who read my last chapter and followed. A special thanks to Dark Windsong and PadawanAlder for reviewing. I'm really enjoying writing this and I hope you are enjoying reading it as well. Alright, alright, I'm done. You can read the story now. :)

Never Let Go

Chapter 2

Sam winced as he shifted his weight to his right leg, testing it. It wasn't too bad, he decided. And besides if his brother saw that he was injured he'd insist on helping him and ignore his own injuries.

It was chilly out and Sam could see his breath in the air as he walked back from the gas station/pharmacy he'd gone to. Dean would be hungry so he brought back some of the apple pie. He himself could not imagine desiring this crap but knowing Dean, the fact that this was practically just sugar and artificial flavoring would make it all the more enjoyable.

The minute Sam arrived at the motel, he knew something was wrong. The door to their room was open. Not wide open, but slightly cracked, to the point where Sam might not have even noticed it, except for the fact that he was worried about Dean and therefore extra cautious.

Pulling the gun from his jacket, Sam crouched slightly and slowly pushed the door open with one hand, keeping the rest of him hidden behind the outside wall. He waited a few seconds, holding his breath. Hearing nothing, he charged into the room gun held out in front. Sam sighed in relief and laughed at himself for getting so worked up over the fact that he hadn't closed the door all the way. That was it. He just didn't completely close the door. Deep down, Sam knew that was impossible, he always was extra careful to close and lock the door, but he ignored that thought, relishing in the temporary safety.

Then Sam froze. Dean was gone. He all but hit himself with the gun. How could he be so stupid. Of course Dean would worry about Sam not being there, he probably had a concussion for God's sake. Sam should never have gone out they could've survived on what they had at least until Dean was conscious enough to understand that he would be right back. Sam gulped. What if something had happened to Dean? What if something had gotten to him while he was too weak to fight back?

Sam tried to calm himself down, taking deep, slow breaths. He fucked up. Bigtime. And now he needed to find his brother. Focus on that. Find Dean. Sam started by calling him. But Dean's phone was still on the bedside table in the motel. Fuck. Alright, new plan. If something (or someone) had gotten to Dean there wasn't much he could do at the moment. But if Dean walked out on his own... He could work with that.

Sam walked through what Dean would do if he woke up with a concussion and Sam was gone.

"The fucking idiot should have just stayed in bed!" he muttered, shaking his head and breathing heavily. What would Dean do. Well, he'd want to go look for Sam, make sure he was ok. In his state though, Sam exited the motel room and firmly closed and locked the door behind him, Dean might not have been fully conscious. He probably just walked straight... into the street.

Sam's heart pounded as he ran towards the road and the small mound that lay in the middle of it. A chorus of no's barely escaped his lips before he was faced with an unseeable sight. Dean lay bleeding and broken in the street a circle of blood rapidly spreading from his body.

"Dean? Dean answer me!" Sam practically yelled, checking for a pulse, thankfully there was one.

Dean was breathing, Sam noticed, but barely.

"Sam?" Dean mumbled, "that you?'

"Yes, Dean. It's me. Now hold on. You're gonna be okay. I got you." He fumbled with his phone and finally managed to dial 911 with shaky fingers.

A small smile formed on Dean's bloody face, "Goodbye Sammy"

Endnotes: Sorry to end this chapter like this. I didn't plan on ending it here but after Dean said that... I just couldn't imagine a good enough response from Sam to end the chapter with. I promise the next chapter will pick up right where this one left off. Please follow and review. It would make my day. They say reviews are like the food of the gods and I'm starving!