Sam left the library immediately, running to the bed and breakfast as fast as his legs could take him. This was one time that he wished his legs were just a little bit longer, the abnormally long extremities just not good enough for him at this moment. He ran though the town, his focus solely on getting back to his brother.

His focus shifted though as he ran through the town square, the crowds of people peeking his interest. He slowed, eventually coming to a slow walk as he strained to see what it was that the townspeople were staring at. Sam made his way through the crowd, pushing his way to the front. The people let his go easily, no one making any movement to stop him. They were all wide-eyed and silent, unmoving, as still as the stones that marked a grave. Sam himself became one to as soon as his eyes hit the sight that have taken everyone's hope.

Dean was pacing around the room, it had been hours since Sam had gone to the library and Dean was anxious to get going, to leave this town forever. Glancing at his watch one more time Dean huffed, leaving his room and the house, shrugging on his jacket as he walked out the door, his annoyance making him walk just a little bit faster.

Dean walked, head down, shoulders hunched, and his hands in his pockets, trying to keep the heat in his leather jacket for just a little bit longer. He did not notice the crowd that was gathered in the square until he bumped into one of them, muttering a faint 'Watch where you're going'. He lifted his head enough to see the collection of people, ignoring them and continuing on his way to get his brother.

It was the yell that made him stop and go back, moving quite quickly too in fact. He pushed through the crowd, the people giving way in the same manner that they did for Sam. Dean was able to make it to the center of the crowd, his eyes drawn to the center as a fly is drawn to honey.

There was Mordecai, hung from a wooden stake before the giant Christmas tree. His hand were tied above his head, each arm bent the wrong way. His legs had collapsed under him, Dean guessing by the sight of them that they were broken several times. He was bleeding from his head, the entire side completely gone, and the white of bone shining through the dried crimson of his blood. His face was torn into ribbons; precise and equal slashes marring the once flawless skin.

The rope that tied him to the pole with was cutting into his wrists, but no blood was flowing from them; Dean knew that he was dead. Guilt flooded him, made a hundred times worse when he heard the girls voice call out to him.

"You! This is your fault!" Esther was at the feet of her uncle, bent over and sobbing, her pain breaking the hearts everyone around her. Her hands were clutching the pants her uncle wore, fluids streaming from her face.

Her eyes were not on Dean though; they were looking at the other side of the crowd, which Dean strained to see. He cursed silently as he saw Sam standing there, the girl continuing to yell at him.

"You came and this happens, he talks to you and now he's dead!" She was hysterical, her voice getting higher and higher as she continued to yell. Sam took a step towards her, his instincts telling him to comfort the girl. "NO! Stay away from me!" the girl cowered away from Sam, making the boy take a step back, his eyes wide and confused. "Go away! Just go away and never come back!"

That was when Sam disappeared into the crowd, Dean losing sight of him right away, "Sam!" Dean called for his brother, pushing back out of the crowd, trying to get to his fleeing sibling.

Sam was walking swiftly away from the crowd, his head down and shoulders hunched. Dean had to jog a little bit to catch up with him, putting his hand on Sam's shoulder and forcefully turning his around to face him. "Sam, what the hell? I'm talking to you."

"Just leave me alone Dean." Sam brushed Dean's hand off of his shoulder, turning to walk away one more time.

"No Sam. I am not going to just let you walk away-" Dean tried to start talking but Sam interrupted quickly.

"Enough Dean! Just leave me alone. I started this so I am going to finish it." Sam turned from his brother and left, leaving his brother standing by himself in the middle of the snow covered street. Freezing cold and entirely confused.

A/N: I know this is a short one and I apologize. I hope I can make up for it in another one later on...