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A/N: Oh man... I can't believe the 'success' of this one shot thing right now. Haha... it kind of makes me happy, and kindda makes me sad; it more popular than 'Reality'!. Speaking of chapter stories, I'll probably be posting a new one of those tomorrow!-- be sure to read and review that.
Ok, as with this story... it is one of the challenges you fine reviewers gave me. It is sort of a what if/extended scene from 'Born Under a Bad Sign' for if Sam had turned the gun on himself. It's not too long because I felt it couldn't drag too much or else it would loose the tension. So basically it's around 400 words of pure angst. This was really fun to write, and it's to show you that I will write each and every request I'm given. Another thing, I will be letting you know before death fics. I will let you know the day before I post it, and then again on that day in the added notes. I know they can be really harsh and (haha, not to complement myself...), I've been told my death fics are well written ones. But, you don't have to worry about that yet, because tomorrow, I guarantee is no death fic. Anyway, on with the show!

Title: Meg's Game
Genre: Pure, complete angst...
Summary: It's a small piece of what I think could have happened if Sam had turned the gun on himself in 'Born Under A Bad Sign'...

Meg's Game

"No," Sam's voice was shaking with emotions, "You'll live."

He reached his hand down to the tossed aside gun and gripped it firmly in his hand. The handle was cool to the touch, and the satisfying feeling inside of him caused a smile to crease his lips.

"Sam…" Dean's voice shone out, "Sam, what the hell are you doing? Put the gun down."

Sam turned around to face his brother; the smile from his face washed away. He looked at Dean and slowly raised the gun to the temple of his head.

"Sammy!" Dean barked, "Put the damn gun down!"

"I told you I can't fight this anymore," Sam breathed.

Dean's breathing quickened as he stuck his hand out towards his little brother, "Dude, listen to me-- I can help you. This is not the way to do this!"

"I've tried so hard," Sam's voice came out pleadingly, "I have tried to fight my destiny Dean, but I can't! I killed a man!"

"Sammy please," Dean swallowed hard, scared to move, "Please, we can get through this. We don't know exactly what happened. C'mon man, just give me the gun…"

Sam cocked the gun and Dean squeezed his eyes shut. A smile cursed the youngest Winchester's face for a split second before Dean's eyes opened up again; tear and fear filled. Immediately Sam went back to being nearly hysterical, his hand shaking the ready to go off gun.

Dean's voice quivered as he spoke, "Sammy… please…"

"What?" Sam's voice became laced with anger, "What can you possibly do Dean that will make everything better? What can the all knowing Dean do?"

Again Dean swallowed hard as he took a small step forward, "…don't do this…"

"If you had the guts to do it I wouldn't have to!" Sam forced the tears down his face, "I have to do this Dean…"

"Sammy no! No, please, please," Dean now had his hand pleadingly on Sam's arm that wasn't holding the gun, "Please no. I-I--" Dean chuckled desperately, "I wouldn't be able to live if you did this Sammy."

Sam stared at Dean a moment before un-cocking the gun and slowly moving it away from the side of his head.

"Thank you," Dean's voice choked out.

"You'll live," Sam's voice was sinisterly quiet.

Dean closed his eyes in silent thanks, and in that split second, Sam's eyes flashing black, the gun was raised and cracked onto the side of Dean Winchester's head.

"You'll live to regret this."

The End