Sammy - [He slumps down at that, knowing that Sam's not moving anytime soon. He keeps pressing the jacket against the wound, though, ignoring the part of his brain scream it's useless, you were too late, you fucked up. Because how is this anything but his fault? He should've stuck with Sam, should've...]
[Even when he's dying, Sam still manages to give his brother a Look. His expression is pained.] Don't. I know what you're thinking and don't. Please, Dean. Please.
[Dean doesn't say anything when Sam gives him that look. He almost wants to laugh at the fact that his little brother can give him a Look at all in these circumstances. Dean lets out a choked sob. He gently pulls Sam's upper body onto his lap, letting the first tears fall.] Of course you'd make me have a chick-flick moment before you - go. [He wraps an arm around Sam's chest, like Sam's a kid again.] You dick.
Sue me. [His half-chuckle turns into a quiet groan as Dean pulls him close. Settled into Dean's arms, Sam finally allows himself to relax. He was safe now. Dean would keep away the dark. Just like when they were kids and he had a nightmare. Dean would stand watch while he rested.] Jerk.
Wouldn't have changed a thing, you know. Hunting with you again.
Bitch. [Dean responds automatically, and it makes his heart clench, because when is the last time they did that? A simple act of being brothers. Between saving and dying for the world again and again, they haven't had a chance to be that. And soon, Dean won't even have a brother anymore. He tears fall freely when finally admits it to himself.]
[It's okay, though. It's okay. 'Cause there's a bullet with Dean's name on it to follow his brother into the dark.]
[Gently, he runs his fingers through Sam's air, like he used too a lifetime again. He holds Sam against his chest, not bothering to press on the wound anymore, just...holding his baby brother.] Shhh. It's okay. You don't have to explain, Sammy.
It's really hard to tag while crying.. hunter_returnsApril 9 2012, 02:02:18 UTC
[Sam turns his head into Dean's shoulder. Comfortable. He didn't want to die, didn't want to leave his brother alone. Dean needed him. But he was so tired, and Dean was keeping him safe. A minute. He could close his eyes for just a minute. Rest.]
Dean.. 'm sorry. Don't want to go. I want to stay. I'm sorry.
[Slowly his eyes slide shut and he shivers.] don't want to go. Dean..
[A rattling cough and Sam shakes once, twice, before falling still in his brother's arms. Gone.]
Because it's too easy to do a monster >____>100deaths_a_dayApril 6 2012, 14:16:49 UTC
[Dean Sat waiting for Sam, drumming on the wheel of the impala as he did. He noted idly that Sam had been longer than usual in the store.]
Probably trying to figure out what brand of rabbit food he's eating today.
[Before he has the chance to chuckle at his own joke, he hears the rport of two guns. From the shop Sam's in. It's not him started up as a panicked litany in his mind as he broke into a run towards the shop, fighting to get in the shop as a rush of panicked customers rushed out.]
SAM?! [He couldn't see Sam coming out, and he started into the shop, ignoring the shop assisstants trying to stop him going futher. He all but broke one's nose elbowing him out of the way to get to him.
He crouched next to Sam who was slumped against the counter, and saw the injury immediately. Blood pouring out from his chest. He knew from the wet rattling breaths that Sam had punctured a lung. Sam was going to suffocate. If he didn't drown in his own blood first.
no. His mind refused to accept this. Not this way, it wasn't meant to happy this
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*breaks out the tissues*hunter_returnsApril 6 2012, 14:38:37 UTC
[The shot felt like a punch to the chest. A fucking holdholdup. He hadn't even moved, but he still got shot. Sam blinks slowly, he can hear his brother's panic-stricken voice over the drone of the alarm. Why can't he move his legs? A cough sends shards of pain through his chest.]
Nonononono, you'll be fine. You'll be okay. Just a small patch up job
[He runs a hand through Sam's hair, pushing it back off his face.] It's getting too long. We'll get it cut after you get better. [Because it can't be like this.]
[Sam grasps weakly at his brother's wrist. He's surprised he can get his limbs to even cooperate, they're so heavy.] Hurts.. Dean it hurts.. I can't.. can't breathe..
[He manages to get himself in front of Sam, and pulls him forwards as gently as he can. Not again, he can't do this again. His voice sticks in his throat, thickening with choked grief.] I-I know. But I got you. All you gotta do is stay awake. Don't go.
[Safe. Warm and safe. Dean always kept him safe. Coughing, Sam chokes, moaning in pain. Christ it hurt.] Not your fault. 's not your fault, Dean. It's okay.
[He should have been quicker in, he should have noticed a guy going in with a gun, he should have gone in himself. Something. Anything.]
yeah, it's okay. A few days, you'll be up and about, being my pain in the ass little brother and I'm gonna take care of you. Just like always.
[...Nope. Not even convincing himself. Even without the sticky blood seeping from Sam's wound into and across his own shirt, he wouldn't be convincing himself.
[He was freezing. But Dean was keeping him close. He could rest there. Safe. Sam groans softly this time, breath rattling in his chest.] It's all right, Dean. Doesn't even hurt anymore. Doesn't hurt.
[Slowly he turns his head into Dean's shoulder, letting his head rest there. He was so tired.] Not your fault. 's not.
[He feels panic erupt in every inch ofhis body, even though he'd nown it was coming.]
No, Sam. Sammy. You stay with me, you hear? [A badly shaking hand twists into sam's hair and the other graps at his back as if the grip could keep Sam anchored here. He didn't even care that he was crying freely now.] Stay awake. please.
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Not your fault.
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Wouldn't have changed a thing, you know. Hunting with you again.
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[It's okay, though. It's okay. 'Cause there's a bullet with Dean's name on it to follow his brother into the dark.]
[Gently, he runs his fingers through Sam's air, like he used too a lifetime again. He holds Sam against his chest, not bothering to press on the wound anymore, just...holding his baby brother.] Shhh. It's okay. You don't have to explain, Sammy.
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Dean.. 'm sorry. Don't want to go. I want to stay. I'm sorry.
[Slowly his eyes slide shut and he shivers.] don't want to go. Dean..
[A rattling cough and Sam shakes once, twice, before falling still in his brother's arms. Gone.]
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Probably trying to figure out what brand of rabbit food he's eating today.
[Before he has the chance to chuckle at his own joke, he hears the rport of two guns. From the shop Sam's in. It's not him started up as a panicked litany in his mind as he broke into a run towards the shop, fighting to get in the shop as a rush of panicked customers rushed out.]
SAM?! [He couldn't see Sam coming out, and he started into the shop, ignoring the shop assisstants trying to stop him going futher. He all but broke one's nose elbowing him out of the way to get to him.
He crouched next to Sam who was slumped against the counter, and saw the injury immediately. Blood pouring out from his chest. He knew from the wet rattling breaths that Sam had punctured a lung. Sam was going to suffocate. If he didn't drown in his own blood first.
no. His mind refused to accept this. Not this way, it wasn't meant to happy this ( ... )
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Dean? Can't.. I can't breathe..
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[He runs a hand through Sam's hair, pushing it back off his face.] It's getting too long. We'll get it cut after you get better. [Because it can't be like this.]
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Not your fault.
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yeah, it's okay. A few days, you'll be up and about, being my pain in the ass little brother and I'm gonna take care of you. Just like always.
[...Nope. Not even convincing himself. Even without the sticky blood seeping from Sam's wound into and across his own shirt, he wouldn't be convincing himself.
It's not going to be okay, Sam.] 'M sorry, Sammy.
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[Slowly he turns his head into Dean's shoulder, letting his head rest there. He was so tired.] Not your fault. 's not.
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No, Sam. Sammy. You stay with me, you hear? [A badly shaking hand twists into sam's hair and the other graps at his back as if the grip could keep Sam anchored here. He didn't even care that he was crying freely now.] Stay awake. please.
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