Tears of the Soul

Disclaimer: Sadly, I still don't own the boys, oh well I am content with keeping them in my dreams. =P

AN: Okay so this story so far has the most reviews I have ever had. So to all of you who reviewed, I thank you. It is always nice to check your email and have reviews. Totally makes my day. Enjoy!!

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Dean reached Sam, and managed to tackle him to the ground even through the tears clouding his vision. Immediately after hearing the gunshot ring out through the bedroom, he heard the distressed cry of the little brother beneath him. He stopped the steady flow of tears, and rolled off Sammy preparing himself for what would be awaiting him. As soon as Dean caught sight of Sammy he gasped.

Sam laid their tears in a never-ending flow coming out from underneath closed lids, holding on to his right leg, trying to stop both the pain, and the blood flow. Dean took immediate action, as he felt Sam grab hold of his arm.

"Oh God, Sammy. Hold on okay? Hold on."

Dean carefully took hold of Sam, and with a slight grunt, he cradled him in his arms.

"Stay with me Sammy okay? I'll make it better I promise. Calm down Sammy, I'm here now Sammy, I'm here." Dean kept up a steady stream of words while he held Sam.

He walked the few steps over to Sam's bed, and gently laid him down. As soon as he did so, Sam tried to curl up and quiet his sobs. Dean ran into the bathroom and grabbed their first aid kit and brought it back out to the room. He laid it down onto the bed next to Sam and let a few tears fall as he saw the state of his little brother.

"How has it gotten this bad Sammy? I know it hurts buddy, I know. Just hold on and I'll fix you right up okay?"

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As Sam lay on the bed, he felt a fire in his leg, and it started to advance upwards. He felt a presence near him and knew it was Dean. He reached out and found his brothers hand and held on for all he was worth. He heard Dean talking, and concentrated to try to understand what had happened. After a few moments he realized what was going on, and heard Dean talking to him, warning him. He turned his face and opened his eyes to slits.

"Sammy? Hey Kiddo. Sam, you have to let go. I have to check your leg."

Sam let go of his brother's hand and his leg, and thought about what was happening. He thought that by know he would have woken up, and didn't understand why he was still caught up in this nightmare. He wished that he could just wake up, and drink away his frustrations, but he knew that Alastair would keep him in this as long as he was hurting. Sam decided that as long as he was stuck, he might as well get as much out of it as he could, because he knew the next nightmare would be ten times worse.

As soon as Sam decided this, he felt the fire go white hot, numbing it for a mere moment. He let out a shout of pain, and tried to get away from the source of the pain.

"Dean, gahhhh. God it hurts De. Please make it stop, Please." Sam whimpered and felt Dean give his hand a tight squeeze.

He again attempted to pull into himself, but was held back by a gentle hand on his leg, and chest. He realized it was Dean, and listened to the words that were being murmured.

"Shhh Sammy. It's okay. Big brother is here and gonna take care of you. Now I know this is gonna hurt, but I have to fix up your leg okay?"

Sam nodded his head and let out small whimper, taking comfort in the fact that he got to spend a little bit of time with Dean. Even though he was in pain he wouldn't trade in any time with Dean, real or not, for anything.

Sam watched Dean as he got ready and focused on memorizing everything about him. He knew that this was all he would have to hold on to in the upcoming days. He kept watching until he felt a tight grip on his hand. He looked down at the connected hands, and back up to Dean's face as he again heard Dean talk to him.

"Sammy, Sammy? Are you with me? I'm gonna have to get the bullet out then clean and stitch the wound. It's gonna hurt but just hold on to my shirt. I'll be extra careful. Remember take deep breaths, and try to relax."

At hearing this Sam nodded his head and prepared himself for the pain he knew was gonna come. He knew he would be safe with Dean there.

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Dean had out all the supplies and he took one last look at his brother, who had his eyes tightly closed ready for what was to come. He took a deep breath, and carefully started to get the bullet out of his brother's leg. He immediately felt Sam's fist tighten to his shirt and heard the small whimpers of pain coming from his little brother.

"I know Sammy, I'm sorry. Try to relax, think of something else." Dean tried to calm his little brother down knowing that he was only making it worse by being tense.

"Remember when we first met the ghostfacers and we pulled that prank on them? With the dead fish and fake producer?" Dean saw a slight nod and kept up a conversation knowing that it was helping to keep Sam calm.

He carefully got out the bullet, and started to clean the wound, when he felt the tight hand on his shirt go lax. He looked over, and gladly noted that his brother had passed out. He carefully finished his ministrations, and cleaned up Sam's leg. He knew that it would be painful, and they would have to keep a close eye on it for the next couple of days. As soon as he had finished and had cleaned up, he got out the painkillers from the kit and a glass of water. He walked over to where Sam was laying and shook Sam to a state of slight awareness. He managed to get Sam to swallow the pills, before he immediately fell back into a deep sleep. Dean went and grabbed a chair and set it up next to Sam. He grabbed Sam's lax hand in his own, and watched over him while he slept.

As Dean sat there he replayed the last hour in his mind. He barely noticed when tears started to run down his face. He had no idea what was going on with Sam, but knew that he would have to be patient and do everything he could to help him through it. He continued to watch Sam waiting till he would wake up, hoping and praying to something he wasn't sure he believed in, that they would both come out of this.

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AN: So…ya. I wrote an re-wrote this story three times before I decided it was good enough to post. I hope it made sense to ya'll (I had my sis go over it and make sure it was understandable, I was kinda all over the place). Please tell me what you thought. Any suggestions on what I need to do more or less of, what you liked or disliked, or what you want to happen. I'll take whatever even if it's one word!! Thank you so much for reading!

Lots of Love

-lullabyJN