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A/N: The yelling out surprise at the beginning of this is kind of redundant. Especially since this is the third story I've written since I went off hiatus. But- surprise! So I'm starting back up some of these one shots again mainly because I have a bit of a back up of them on my computer, haha. Okay, so right into this. This one shot I just finished thinking of, and writing all this afternoon. I know how lots of people love limp Sam and protective, worried Dean, and this includes me! Most people think that's the best part of stories. So this story is exactly as it sounds. It's basically Sam getting his ass kicked. So yeah- I hope you like it, and please, even though it's been a while- review! Thanks!

Title: Limp!Sam
Genre: Angst
Summary: There's not too terribly much of a plot in this story. Mainly it's just Sam getting whooped by a demon, and then Dean all worried and protective and everything like that.

Limp!Sam

"Sammy, no!" Dean screamed in horror as Sam's body was flung across the room, hitting the wall with a sickening thud, "I will kill you, you son of a bitch!

Vainly Dean pulled at the ropes which restrained him to the chair. The demon possessed man had taken every possible precaution when he tied Dean up; both legs and arms were immobile. He let Dean scream though. Seemed to enjoy every angst filled cry of fear as Dean watched his little brother come closer and closer to death right in front of his eyes.

"All you had to do was leave me alone," his black eyes were nearly the color of his chipped and rotting teeth as he smiled mockingly at the elder Winchester, "One more person was all I had to kill, and then I'd be gone for another eighty years. A life time… Sammy's lifetime."

"Don't call him that," the response was automatic, and Dean felt an immediate lump forming in his throat as his eyes shot over to Sam's lifeless body laying on the floor.

Casually the demon walked over to Sam, and crouched down. Dean's heart pounded viciously in his chest as he could only watch while the demon ran his hands gently through Sam's shaggy hair before finally grabbing a large fist full.

"Hear that," the demon whispered into Sam's ear as he lifted the hunter's head off the ground by simply his hair, "Big brother doesn't want me calling you Sammy."

"Chris…" Dean spoke, causing the black eyed piece of evil to turn it's head, "That who you're in, right? Who you are. Chris. Just let my brother go. Please."

Chris stood up, and swung his arm towards the ceiling. Sam's body reacted in echo, as he flew up five feet off the ground, his body hanging like a rag doll. Not even looking at the young hunter which continued to hang behind him, Chris walked towards Dean in the chair.

"Why would I do that?"

"Please, I'm begging you!" Dean felt the warm tears slowly build in his eyes; he'd been watching the torture for nearly fifteen minutes now, and was ready to break.

A sickening smile came to Chris as he stuck his face right into Dean's and whispered ominously into his ear, "…they all beg me."

Dean squeezed his eyes shut, knowing what was going to happen. The sound was bad enough, however, as he heard Sam's body crash painfully to the ground. Like in a numb trance, Dean slowly started to shake his head back and forth, his eyes staying shut to the world around him.

"Just kill me, just kill me, just kill me…" the whispered plea was not unheard by Chris, though only prompted another round of pleasurable laughter.

"You make this too easy Winchester," Chris called from the other side of the room, "If only it was this easy to break all of you self centered, egotistical hunters. If only-"

The less than a second between the demon's cut off sentence and the next sound that entered Dean's ears seemed like an eternity. Just enough time for Dean to feel the pit of coldness in his stomach to grow. Just enough time for him to open his eyes and look around the dimly lit room.

Just enough time for Bobby to burst through the doors; shotgun poised.

The experienced hunter had taken the shot before Dean or Chris fully appreciated the situation. Just as quickly as the sudden burst if sound interrupted the showdown, sending the demon bursting in a vicious trail of black smoke, silence folded in.

"Bobby," Dean gasped.

Eyes wide, Bobby leaped towards Dean while simultaneously cradling his gun under one arm and pulling out his knife, "Dean!"

"Cut the ropes Bobby, hurry!" Dean shook his limbs frantically.

Bobby fell to his knees and released Dean within a matter of seconds. The Winchester moved quickly to his fallen brother who was sprawled on the floor feet from where the demon had been. Though he rushed to get to his side, once there Dean slowed down and could only stare. Sam's entire face was bloody, bruised and swollen. His shirt was ripped completely open, leaving his bare chest to show their own set of injuries.

"Bobby," Dean's lower hip shook threateningly as he looked up at the anxious family friend, "Is he… Please… tell me he's not…"

Swallowing hard, Bobby bent down to the brothers' level and placed a hand to the side of Sam's neck. He held it there for far longer than Dean would have liked before speaking.

"He's alive."

Briefly Dean closed his eyes in silent thanks before placing a hand on Sam's bare chest, and shaking gently, "Sammy… hey Sammy, can you hear me?"

There was no response.

"I'm going to go call an ambulance," Bobby quickly stated, and walked outside in the evening air.

"Please Sam," Dean brushed some blood laden hair from his brother's forehead, "Do something. I'm so sorry… please."

Still Sam's body lay deathly still, and Dean once again found the tears crawling down his face as he looked at Sam's battered body. He tried so hard every day to protect his family from getting hurt, but every time he failed.

"I let Mom die," Dean brought his hand up to partially cover his mouth, "I let Dad die… please Sammy. Not you too…"

Again Dean brought a shaking hand down towards his brother, this time brushing his hand softly over a particularly large cut running down the side of Sam's face. It was such a small contact; one that normally wouldn't even have been felt, however instantly Sam stirred from his position on the floor.

"Sammy!" Dean positioned himself to get a better look, "Sam… Buddy, open your eyes."

Sam's eyes slit opened as his lips moved and a hoarse voice came out, "…Dean…"

Dean let out a large breath he didn't even realize he was holding, "Jesus Sammy, you scared the crap out of me. I thought I was going to loose you."

A small smile crept onto Sam's face, "Can't get rid of me that easily."

Dean shook his head in disbelief, "You're something else Sam. How are you feeling?"

Sam strained to push himself into a sitting position, "I hurt."

"Yeah, you don't look so hot," Dean shot a look at the open door, "Just lay down. Bobby called an ambulance."

"Dean, I don't need-"

"I can't," immediately Dean interrupted, his voice filled with unshed emotions, "I can't fix this Sam. He… the demon wasn't trying to kill you."

Sam furrowed his eyebrows as he lay back down painfully, "What are you talking about Dean?"

Dean's own face scrunched up at the horrid memories, "I don't think the demon was trying to torture you."

"Then who?"

Dean gave a crooked smile as he placed a comforting hand on his little brother's shoulder, "Me Sammy."

The End.