Sam is 23 and Dean is 27

I apologize to all of those I give the feels to. I kind of meant to, I know. But I gave myself some feels, so I'm in the same boat with you.

It was just a normal hunt.

Sam and Dean were after a werewolf that had killed three people. Normal MO, eating the hearts of their victims. The local police thought they were just animal attacks. But they didn't know the things the Winchesters know. So the boys rolled into town and were on the case. Everyone thought they were FBI agents. They found out who the werewolf was easily. His name was David Vice. He worked at a grocery store and lived in an apartment building on the east side of town. The Winchesters waited until night and went to his apartment.

"What if he's already wolfed out?" Sam asked.

"Then we track him down before he hurts anyone." Dean answer simply.

Sam nodded and pulled his gun out of the waistband of his pants as they reached the door to David's apartment. Dean did the same and put his ear up to the door. Inside, he heard someone moving around. Dean nodded at Sam and Sam backed away from the door. Dean did the same and kicked the door down. As the door swung inward, Sam lead the way into the apartment, followed by Dean.

Both brothers looked at the sight before them. Furniture was knocked over and torn apart. Lights were broken and there was glass all over the floor. In the middle of the whole mess was David. He was already a werewolf and had turned on them. Dean shot at David, but he moved so fast that the silver bullet only hit him in the shoulder, not the heart. David roared in pain and charged at Dean. Dean let off a few more shots, but he missed.

David made it to Dean before he had time to run. The werewolf tore into Dean with his sharp claws. Dean screamed in pain and fell to the floor as David clawed at Dean's chest.
"NO!" Sam yelled and shot right at David. The bullet found David's heart and he fell to the floor, dead. Sam quickly ran to his brother. He knelt down and inspected the damage. Dean's arms and chest had claw marks all over. The marks weren't too deep, but the bleeding was steady and Dean was losing blood fast. Sam immediately ran into the bathroom and grabbed a few towels. He ran back to his brother and used the towels to slow the bleeding.

"Sam..." Dean said in a weak whisper.

"It's ok, Dean. I'm here. You're gonna be ok. It's gonna be ok." Sam said, refusing to let the tears building up behind his eyes spill out.

Dean opened his mouth to say more, but passed out. Sam pulled his phone out of his pocket and dialed 911.

"Nine-one-one what's your emergency?" the lady at the other end said.

"My brother's hurt. I need an ambulance!" Sam said, his panic showing in his voice.

"Stay calm, sir. What is your address?" she said.

"2219 Oak Street." Sam answered.

"Alright, an ambulance is on its way." she told him. Sam hung up his phone and shoved it back in his pocket.

He stared down at his unconscious big brother. This wasn't supposed to happen. Dean wasn't supposed to get hurt. Ever. He couldn't go on without his brother. Who would be there for him? Who would help him when he needed it? He just couldn't see a life without Dean. He didn't want to. His brother was everything to him. A part of him. A part he couldn't bear to lose. Sam continued applying pressure to Dean's wounds and checking his pulse every thirty seconds. Anything he could do to make sure Dean would make it. Sam ran a hand through Dean's hair. He couldn't take it anymore. He let the tears he had been holding back fall. He cried silently over the body of his big brother.

A minute later, paramedics came through the door of the apartment. They rushed over to Dean and Sam was forced to back away. The paramedics put Dean on a gurney and took him out the door. Sam followed close behind, not wanting to let him out of his sight. They made it outside and they put Dean in the back of the ambulance. Sam made his way back and was going to get in when a paramedic grabbed his shoulder.

"You're going to have to follow behind." he said.

"That's my brother. I'm riding with him." Sam said forcefully. He let go of Sam's shoulder and then got into the ambulance. Sam got in back and took a seat. He looked at his brother as the paramedics were rushing around him. Sam blocked out everything and everyone else. His brother was the only one who mattered now.

"Hey," one paramedic said, "What's your name?"

"Sam." he answered absent-mindedly.

"Alright, Sam. I'm Greg. How do you know him?" Greg asked, pointing to Dean.

"He's my brother." Sam said as his throat closed up. He kept the tears back. Now was not the time to cry.

"Ok. Can you tell me his name?" Greg said. His voice was calm and comforting.

"Dean. His name is Dean."

"Alright. Well, Dean will be just fine. We are going to help him ok?" Greg said.

Sam nodded, although he wasn't totally convinced.

When they arrived at the hospital, Dean was taken out of the ambulance and rushed inside. Sam kept up with them until a nurse stopped him.

"I'm sorry, but you're going to have to wait out here." she told him.

Sam nodded and walked automatically towards an empty chair. He was running on autopilot, barely acknowledging what he was doing. He sighed as he sat down in a chair. He looked at his hands to see them covered in blood. Dean's blood. Sam got up and headed into the bathroom. He turned on the sink and washed the blood on his hands. He splashed his face with cold water and looked at himself in the mirror. His shirt was covered in blood and his eyes were red from crying. He dried his hands and face and walked out of the bathroom.

Three hours later, a doctor emerged from the place they took Dean. She walked over to Sam.

"Are you Dean's family?" she asked.

"Yes," Sam said, standing up, "How is he? Is he going to be ok?"

"Well, he lost quite a bit of blood. But nothing major was hit. He should be fine. He just needs to stay here for a while and rest. What happened anyways?" she asked him.

"I'm an FBI agent. Dean is my brother. He wanted to come to town because a friend of ours lives here. His name was David. When we came to his house, he had a dog. It attacked Dean and then ran. I've been investigating the animal attacks and I guess it was him all along. David ran, too." Sam told her. He had already called Bobby to deal with the body.

"That must have been one hell of a dog." she said, surprised.

"Yeah," Sam said, "Can I see my brother now?"

"Of course. Room 289." she said and walked away.

Sam went down the hall looking for the room until he found it. He quietly opened the door and walked inside. Dean was propped up against some pillows on the bed. He looked pale and tired. Dean looked at Sam when he walked in.

"Hey Sammy." he said.

"Dean. Thank God you're ok." he said, sitting down in the chair next to his bed.

"Of course I'm ok." Dean responded with a smile.

"I thought you were gonna die." Sam said quietly.

"Hey, I'm not leaving you. You would be dead in a week." he said with a chuckle.

Sam looked at Dean with a smile. He could finally believe everything was going to be ok.

The doctor came to check on Dean. She opened the door quietly and came inside. What she saw made her smile.

Sam was asleep in the chair next to Dean's bed, his head laying on the side of the bed. Dean had moved over to make room for Sam to lay his head down and was asleep also, his hand reaching out towards Sam.

Smiling still, she left the room and moved on to the next person in her rounds.

Those boys didn't need any help.

I hope I didn't give anyone too many feels! I just felt I needed to write that! Leave me prompts!