It Ends...and Begins
"Look out Sam!" Dean's words came too late as the bullet struck Sam in the chest, causing him to fall to the ground with a dull thud and a groan, his hand over the gunshot.
Dean knelt next to his brother, his entire body trembling as he tried to regain some sense of composure. "Come on Sammy." He lifted his brother up, blood flowing from the place where the bullet had exited out his back.
People gathered around the brothers even as the shooter bolted, they whispered amongst themselves, but Dean couldn't focus on their words, all he could hear was the sound of his own heart racing and his brother's shallow breaths.
"Did you see what happened?" A woman whispered. "Someone shot that guy." Someone screamed. "Call 911!"
Sam's eyes closed and he began convulsing, his face contorted in pain. Dean felt helpless to stop his brother's pain, fear gripping him in a way he had only ever felt when their father had been possessed by the demon. This was different though, nothing supernatural had happened, this wasn't something that could be solved by their dad's journal.
It took everything Dean had not to chase after the shooter and kill him for shooting Sam, but he couldn't leave his brother, not even for revenge.
The sound of the ambulance coming their way was a sweet sound but it was dulled by the sound of Sam's breath growing more shallow with each passing moment. "No...Stay with me Sammy." His voice was filled with desperation, he didn't even notice the tears filling his eyes. He felt Sam's heartbeat slowing down, his pulse fading. "Don't you leave me, don't you freakin dare!" He wanted to shake him, force him somehow to be better but he couldn't.
The ambulance pulled up with the paramedics bringing out the gurney and running over to Sam and Dean. Dean was taken aside by one paramedic, not an easy task but eventually he was led away, while two others picked Sam up as gently yet as quickly as they could. "Sir, can you tell us what happened?"
Dean's eyes were glued on his brother. "I need to go with him." It wasn't long before Sam was rushed into the ambulance and the doors were closed which only caused Dean to panic further, they weren't going to take Sam away from him. The paramedic was intent on getting the story from the elder brother but that wasn't working thus far. "We need to get him to the hospital immediately, but I need you to tell me what happened."
"God damnit, get out of my way. I am going with my brother now." Dean's hard glare and the sharp edge in his voice caused the paramedic to back off, fearful that he might lash out at him. After a moment, the paramedic gave in. "Fine, but will you answer my questions on the way to the hospital?"
"Yeah sure whatever." He pushed past the paramedic, opened the doors and jumped in the back of the ambulance. Dean didn't give two shits about what anyone thought about his behavior, all that mattered was Sam. Sitting next to the gurney, Dean just kept talking to Sam. "You are going to be alright Sammy, I promise." The doors closed and the ambulance raced away, sirens blaring.
"Who cares if they were out of pie?!" Sam joked at his pouting older brother as they had left the diner behind. They had been doing some research on a house they were investigating and Dean had thrown a 'minor' tantrum over the fact that they were out of pie. "It just ain't right." Dean complained though it was obvious he was over it by now, punching Sam in the shoulder and laughing as they headed towards his car.
As they approached, they could see someone leaning against the Impala. The guy was tall and a bit shady-looking. "Cool wheels." He said gesturing to the Impala, flicking the cigarette away that he had been smoking.
Dean had an uneasy feeling about the man, he gave him a crooked smile. "Yeah, thanks."
Sam looked at Dean, this was obviously not a good situation but surely the guy wasn't dumb enough to take on two other guys. "Well we have to be going so..."
In one fluid motion, the shady-looking man reached into his pocket and pulled out a pistol, aiming it at Dean and then Sam. "Hand over the keys." Clearly he meant business.
"Hey man, take it easy." Dean put his hand and Sam did the same.
What had started off as a confidant gesture on the man's part, aiming the gun and feeling in control slowly spun out as both his voice and hand shook. They weren't cooperating like he had hoped and the longer this took... "Hand them over, damnit!" He shouted.
Dean took the keys out of his pocket and tossed them on the ground before stepping back. He wasn't planning on giving up his Impala, he just needed to wait for the guy to get close enough before he put this asshole down. They could take on monsters and demons, surely a human wouldn't be all that difficult.
But the man didn't come for the keys, he saw a police car out of the corner of his eye and panicked, accidentally squeezing the trigger of the gun.
He didn't have time to move, much less push Sam out of the way, all he could do was cry out. "Watch out Sam!" The shot was loud, the guy dropped the gun and bolted. It was like slow motion to Dean as he watched the bullet hit Sam in the chest.
Dean's world turned upside down in that one single moment...