Happy Christmas Eve, my dears :3

Sorry for the Christmas Feels.

Once Zilla was gone again, Dean turned to Sam immediately. "What the hell did you do? Did you really take her blood? Do you want to –"

Sam sighed, as he looked to the ground. "Dean, I… I'm sorry, but yes. I do want to drink that blood."

"No, you won't!", Dean shouted, shaking his head. "Sam, you will just get yourself into the junkie being again!" When Sam didn't answer, Dean seemed to understand. "Sammy… No, you… You don't want to survive that, don't you?"

The younger Winchester closed his eyes, unable to meet his brother's gaze. "I know you don't want that, hell, I can totally understand that, but… It's the only way."

Dean stared at the ground, trying to keep the tears from falling. "No, it's not. Sam, we've been through that. I can't go on if you die."

"And I can't go on if you die. And if we both die here, that would be stupid."

The older Winchester shook his head again. "I don't think, that they'll kill us. I mean, think about it. They wanted to. They still do, but nothing happened yet. They need us. We should wait for something to happen…"

Sam didn't trust his own eyes. "You… what?! This is not you talking, Dean! Just keep waiting for something to happen?! No, definitely not. I'm going to save you. You're my big brother and that's what I want to do. Save you."

Dean looked up at the ceiling, than back to the ground. "You're an idiot, Sam. That's insane. You're insane. You can't do that. I can't… We've lost so much. You and me both. And now you seriously want to leave me, too? Sam, I won't let that happen…"

"You won't have a chance", Sam answered, freeing his arms again and pulling the small jar out of his jacket.

Dean tried to free himself as well, but it didn't work out. "How the hell did you do that?!"

Sam came closer to his brother freeing him. "I have my tricks, too. And now we wait until that whore comes back."

Standing up, the older Winchester made his way to his younger brother. "Please don't, Sam."

Seeing the pain in his older brother's eyes, Sam turned away. He wouldn't let his brother do that. He wouldn't let him destroy everything. "Take care, will you?"

"No", Dean answered, as he grabbed Sam's shoulder to spin him around. "I'm supposed to say those words. I'm supposed to keep you safe. It's been my job since forever!"

Sam pushed his hand away. "I don't give a damn, Dean! You're fired."

It looked like Dean wanted to answer something, when suddenly the door burst open. Zilla came in with her hair flowing after her, her face turning white. "How did you…?"

For the last time, Sam looked at Dean and said: "I'm sorry. It wasn't your fault, remember that." After that he opened the little jar and drank the blood.

"You don't dare!", Zilla screamed, but Sam had already raised his hands and Dean flew out of the room, every door closing shut.

The only thing that was heard, was Dean slamming at the door, yelling his brother's name.

Zilla looked around for a while, then her gaze went back to Sam. "You can't kill me. It was so little blood, not even you freak could kill me right now."

Sam shook his head. "Oh yes, I can. It will take my whole power, but I can do it."

"That will kill yourself!", Zilla screamed, scared to death.

A little smirk was shown on Sam's lips. "That's the plan."

"Dean, I'm bored!"

The older brother sighed in annoyance. "Hey, shut up there. At least you're allowed to leave your bed. I'm stuck in here!"

Sam looked at his older brother and sat down on his bed next to him. "Yeah, but it's boring going around alone. What are you watching?"

Bored, Dean switched around the channels, not finding anything worth watching. "Nothing. There's nothing on TV." The turned the apparatus off and threw the remote control on the table next to him.

Sam nodded. "I wonder when Dad comes back."

"I bet he lets us recover first before he'll make his way back", Dean said, shrugging. "How's your arm doing?"

The younger Winchester shook his head. "Better, it'll be fine. But you don't seem okay…"

Dean rolled his eyes and messed up his little brother's hair a little. "Oh, come on. Who am I?"

Confused Sam tilted his head to the right. "You're Dean Winchester, my older brother."

Dean nodded, almost, as if he was proud of those words. "Hell yeah, I am. And I'll always be okay, don't you know that?"

A little bit of guilt went through the young brother. Of course Dean would be okay. It was Dean. "Yes, yes, you're right. I know that."

Then, it was silent between them again. But it was a comfortable silence. They never really felt the need to say something when they were together, it was just good, that they were together. Because sometimes, it looked like they would lose each other.

That was, when Sam began to yawn and his eyes falling shut now and then.

"Sammy, go to bed. You're tired."

But he just shook his head. "No, I'm not. I'll stay awake. It's only 10 pm…"

Dean patted his head. "Which is late enough for you. Come on, get into your bed."

"Just…" Another yawn. "Just one more minute, yes, Dean?"

Dean wanted to say something, but he looked at his brother – curled up beside him, drifting off to sleep. A smile was shown by the older brother. Carefully, Dean lay down beside him, throwing the blanket over them both. "Good night, Sammy", Dean whispered, before closing his eyes and falling asleep as well.

"Sam!", Dean yelled punching the door, throwing himself at him, but it was no use. "Sam, stop that!" But there was no answer. Fear made its way through Dean's body, as he kept trying to break the door open. How was his little brother still so strong? "Sammy, let me in!"

But it would not work. Sam would die. And Dean had to let this happen. How could he… Sam knew him, Sam knew what it would do to him. Why didn't he…?

"SAMMY!"

Suddenly a white jolt went through the slots under the door.

When it was gone, Dean was able to open the door easily. Terrified, he made his way into the room, looking around. His gaze went to the familiar body in the room that was lying on the floor… Lifeless…

"No…" Dean felt numb – there was no feeling in him. Slowly he fell to his knees. "No, no, no…" He wanted to touch his brother so bad, but he was scared… So scared… "Sammy…?" He held a hand out, but didn't touch him. "Sam, come on…"

He barely noticed how someone laid a hand on his shoulder, but he didn't flinch, knowing, that it was Castiel.

"I am sorry, Dean", said the familiar voice, even though there was something new in it. Pain.

But that wasn't enough. How could that be enough?! Angry, Dean pulled away from Cas. He stood up and looked at him, tears streaming down his face. "It's your fault! You should have taken care of him! You let him walk in here alone! How could you!?"

Cas looked to the ground. "I know that it's my fault. And it hurts me, but we have to go now, Dean. Even though the angel is dead, the car is still active."

"You know what? I don't care! Let it kill me, whatever! I've had enough. I can't go on. Not like this."

"Dean –"

Dean shook his head immediately. "NO! Leave! I don't want to see you anymore!" He turned his back to Castiel and waited, until he heard the sound of wings. He then fell back to his knees, touching Sam's chest and waiting. But there was no breathing. He was dead. His little brother was dead. The most important person in his life – gone. Dead.

Dead.

Forever.

Gone.

"And I won't leave you, not ever."