AN: hello readers! I've been having this idea ever since the finale played and it was bugging me so I finally had to write it down. So basically, this is where I would take the show after the events of 8x23. It's just a fiction but at least until the show starts again in September, we can only make guesses as to where the show will go. So yeah this is my take on the following events.

Summary: Tag to 8x23. For once he felt like he could win this. He was so close to victory. But then Dean was there begging him to let go. And even though he suffered from the effects of the first trials, he wouldn't risk losing his life because Dean needed him and to be honest he didn't want to die. But how was he supposed to let go of hell trials? It's what Sam wondered as he collapsed.

Disclaimer: I don't own the show or the characters. They belong to the amazing Kripke. And no I'm not making profits out of it, not that it would belong to me anyway! I'm just a girl who's got too much imagination.

Anyways, I hope you enjoy this and don't forget to review! Feedback is my drug.

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He had gotten so far already. Now was not anytime to give up. As he had been saying earlier, for once he felt like they were going to win. For once, he felt strong enough to finish what he started.

The past two trials had been hard on him both mentally and physically. The pain he was put through was nothing like he had ever experienced. It felt like being ripped apart from the inside. The bloody coughing, the fever and the lack of muscle strength were just outer testimonies of what was going on inside.

And then the third trial came. Curing a demon would be the final task to closing the gates of hell for ever. What better candidate for this trial than the King of hell himself. The demon had been so self assured that the Winchester's attempt to rid him of his inner evil would fail that he'd even be cocky about it. After each hour, he would offer his neck gently to the sting of the needle.

The only thing he had refused to admit at first was the wrong feeling he felt at the bottom of his guts. At first, he couldn't tell what it was but the more he watched the kid go with pain written all over his face, the more he felt that pain. But it wasn't physical pain.

The price to pay for his cure was high. He could see the kid deteriorating quickly after each injection. How far would he go to destroy him and all the others like him? What was he ready to sacrifice to see all demons locked away forever?

The demon swallowed, afraid to admit that the kid didn't seem as though he had anything to lose at that point. The only thing left in him was life itself. And even that was fading as quickly as the color faded from his face. The time it took to steady himself on his feet was getting longer as well.

The youngest Winchester felt drained but hopeful. He kept reminding himself that he couldn't let his big brother down again. Pain erupted in his chest when he thought back to the conversation he'd heard outside between his brother and the angel. Couldn't be trusted. Couldn't be left alone. Had more on his hands then he could handle. Should be chaperoned…

He gritted his teeth at the thought of being so low in his brother's esteem, but then again he guessed he deserved it after all he did that turned wrong.

Only this time, he would set things right.

The tears finally escaped from the demon's eyes and made him feel victorious. He was so close…

Desperate and exhausted but growing impatient, he read the exorcism. His heart beat faster by the second with excitement that after eight long hours, he would finally succeed. After days and weeks of suffering from the trials, he would finally end it.

And as he was about to wrap his bloody hand around the demon's lips, the door opened and his big brother came crashing in, urging him to stop. His wide-eyes glowed with panic and concern. And he begged him to let it go. After everything he'd been through and after being so close to ending everything, he had to let go because this would kill him.

But the thought of failing once more would surely kill him too. He had to finish it to prove himself. Only, his big brother wouldn't allow it. He would not sacrifice his brother to save people who hardly deserved it. They would find another way.

With that, he did what he would always do when he was a snot-nosed kid who only looked up to one person in life – his big brother – he had blind faith in the guy.

How do I stop? It's in me…

Just let it go, brother.

Just.

Let.

It.

Go.

And he did. He abandoned himself to his brother's embrace and let go of the desire to end it and the desire to make his pain matter. He let go of the fear and the anger. He gave in to hope and faith and love. He let himself feel his brother's trust and his pride for his kid brother. He thought of him as a good father congratulating his son for making him proud. Because his brother had always been more of a father to him then their father ever was. Somehow he was happy to make him proud.

He smiled from relief when the air caught in his throat and the color drained from his face. A long and painful gasp brought him to his knees and his brother caught him just in time.

Sam! I got you little brother; you're going to be just fine!

And with that Dean carried his little brother out of the church just like he had carried him away from danger on one too many occasions. Sam was barely holding it together and he was fading fast. He went to dive face first in the mud but Dean caught him in time to sit him up against the side of the car.

Sam gasped but no air entered his lungs. His face paled more, if possible and his lips turned a scary shade of blue. Dean had to hold him straight so he wouldn't fall face first in the mud again.

"Sam? SAM!" he yelled to his unresponsive brother. Sam's face was contorted in agony.

He opened wide eyes upon realizing he couldn't take in a meaningful breath and his lungs were crying out now from being deprived for too long. He gasped in order to try to swallow in a little bit of precious air that he so desperately needed, while he clutched at his chest. Dean turned his head towards the sky.

"CASTIEL!" he shouted.

Having launched his rescue call, he turned back to his brother and started begging him to be okay. He couldn't lose him now, not after everything they'd been through. Stopping Sam was supposed to save the kid from death, not throw him into it. Please Sam, be okay!

But things went on and there were no signs of the angel. Dean turned worried eyes to Sam, noticing that the kid was hardly gasping anymore but instead seemed as though his flame was about to go out. The kid was barely awake, his grip on his chest loosening. A painful feeling clawed at Dean's stomach.

He was losing Sam. Again.

He went to rub the kid's back in a soothing pattern when something caught his attention. Bright light erupted from the dark clouds. At first, Dean would have sworn they were shooting stars. But then, the lights were too big and too bright to be stars. He hated the feeling that he knew what was happening.

Ow, Cas!

And then he knew. He knew what was happening and he knew why. Metatron had succeeded and Castiel was probably right in the middle of everything. Dean turned his eyes quickly to Sam, only to see that the kid had closed his eyes. He wasn't fighting anymore.

He turned back to the sky and watched the angels fall, their wings burning off. An angel landed in the water not far from them. Sam was startled awaked and saw the lights burning from the sky.

What's happening?

The angels, they're falling!

And they both watched the golden sky with the sad realization of what that implied. Metatron had gotten his revenge and the angels had all been cast out of heaven.

"That son of a bitch!" Dean growled, rage filling his chest.

He then remembered that his brother wasn't out of the woods yet and turned to him with concerned eyes. Sam's eyes were glassy but they were open and stared sadly at the scene in front of him. Confusion was written all across his face.

"Why…" he breathed and closed his eyes at the energy it took to mutter his simple question.

Dean shook his head angrily. "It's Metatron. That bastard knew you were going to die if you completed the trials. But that's not all. His latest quest with Castiel was a trap as well. He never intended on closing the gates of heaven…" Dean explained. Sam looked at him with a puzzled look.

"What…" he hissed, pain written all across his face.

"Those weren't trials, they were part of a spell to cast the angels out of heaven… in order to make them human" Dean grunted. Sam opened wide eyes at the implication of such a confession.

"And I succeeded" came a voice from the side.

Both brothers turned their heads to see the shabby looking curly-haired angel. Metatron had an evil smile plastered on his face.

"It was thanks to your little friend Castiel. It's funny how easy it was to trick him into my plan. That angel is so naïve; he wouldn't see the truth even if it came up and bit him in the ass" Metatron chuckled.

"You sick son of a bitch! This world will turn to chaos without the angels watching over it! " Dean spat.

"Well, well, Dean, for someone who used to call the angels 'dicks' you sure have a high opinion of them!" the angel pointed out.

Dean grimaced. It's not that he cared much about the angels. He only cared about one and that one was in the middle of this crisis. Only, his brother might be dying for all he knew and Castiel was his best hope at saving Sam at the moment.

Seeing the oldest Winchester's lack of response, Metatron went on.

"Now burning the angels' wings was just a little part of my plan, but I must admit I was counting on your brother for the other part. I must say I am disappointed in you, Sam" he stated.

The youngest Winchester opened his eyes to slits at hearing his name. His blurry vision finally focused on the angel.

"Leave him alone or so God help me, I will destroy you!" Dean threatened, his fists clenching into iron balls.

Metatron giggled.

"There's nothing you can do, Dean. I need Sam, and I will have what I want!"

"If you think I'm going to let you get close to him, you're not just the proverbial dick, you'd also be the biggest fluffy-winged dumbass! You knew the third trial was going to kill him…" Dean shouted.

"And that was my plan, exactly" Metatron cut him off. "Sam was supposed to die tonight as he freed demons from hell" he added.

Dean frowned. "Freed? No, the trials were supposed to close…"

"I know what the tablet says, Dean. I wrote it. Only, there are advantages that come with being the only one to understand them. I can write whatever I want on them."

Realization dawned upon Dean and it made sense now. Metatron had been planning his revenge from the start. His plan was to cast the angels down and to rise the demons up so all of them would walk the earth among humans. This way, when humans died, they would go to heaven or descend to hell but no angels or demons would get their say in the story. Natural order would decide of things.

And Metatron being the only one left would get to become god and rebuild his own army. He would get to choose his own allies.

"You megalomaniac asshole" Dean growled. Metatron smiled.

"I see you finally understand what will happen. For a hairless ape, you're not as dimwitted as I thought you to be" he chuckled. Dean fumed with rage.

"What did you do to Castiel?"

"Don't worry. His journey is not over. I have special plans for him when he dies and joins me in heaven" Metatron replied. Dean frowned.

"So they're all human now?"

"I'll let you figure that out for yourself. Right now, I still have unfinished business with your brother" the angel snapped. Dean tensed and a cold chill went up and down his spine. Sam was leaning heavily against him.

"You'll have to kill me first" Dean threatened.

Metatron started laughing. "Please boy, I like you so don't tempt me" he proposed. Dean frowned.

In a second, Metatron disappeared. Dean looked all around to see where the angel had gone, ready to fight if he needed to. He turned to Sam. The kid hardly breathed anymore and his skin felt cold and clammy.

"Sam?" he started when it happened too quickly for him to react. One minute Sam was leaning against him and the next, the angel appeared behind his brother. In the time it took to blink, the two were gone, leaving Dean alone in the cold rain. The image of the angel's evil victorious smile was carved into his brain.

"SAM! Metatron you motherf…" Dean yelled but his voice caught in his throat when he saw the slumped figure drag himself out of the woods.

"Cas?" His voice was filled with concern.

The former angel looked up with a beat down look to his eyes. Dean ran to meet him.

"Cas, are you okay? Are you hurt?"

Cerulean-blue orbs locked with his. They were twisted in pain and guilt.

"It's my fault, Dean" he whispered so quietly that the hunter almost missed the words.

"Come on dude, don't beat yourself up! There's no time to waste and besides, that scumbag fooled us all. He almost got Sam killed – hell! – he still might die if we don't do something!" Dean spat.

Castiel took in the urgency of the situation. He would hate himself for his failure later, now was not the time. He had to be there for his friends.

"Where is Sam?"

"Metatron zapped him. I'm pretty sure they're back in the church. The son of a bitch wants Sam to finish the third trial. It was always his plan to lock angels and demons away" Dean explained.

Castiel looked down with desperate eyes. "And it's my fault he's halfway through already" he stuttered.

Dean grabbed the former angel's shoulders. "Hey, look at me! It's Metatron's fault and his only. Now help me fix this by keeping him from completing the second half of his plan!" Dean snapped. And help me save Sam he thought.

Castiel nodded. "What do we do? We can't kill him" he asked.

Dean shrugged. "This time we just have to make sure it doesn't get worse so we shoot first and ask questions later" he said. Castiel approved the plan and they ran to the doors of the church.

Or course, things wouldn't be so easy. They found the doors locked.

"Metatron! Open up you bastard! I swear to God you're a dead man!" Dean yelled.

He pushed and kicked at the door but it didn't budge.

Metatron had zapped himself and Sam inside the chapel and locked the doors with a spell. He was the only one left with angel mojo so his spell didn't risk being broken. The king of hell was tied in the middle of the room. He turned wide eyes from the windows to the newcomers. Metatron smiled.

"I hope you didn't think this was over for you, demon" he laughed. Crowley frowned and looked down to see a barely living Winchester. He didn't know why or how but he felt concerned and even saddened by that vision. Can I really be cured, he wondered.

Metatron turned back to Sam's pale and slumped form. It was hard to believe that this man once was the strong warrior that intended to close the gates of hell. The angel laughed to himself. You either die from completing the trial or from running away from it.

That's what he liked about those trials he made up. Heroes die but cowards do too.

He shook Sam awake. The kid blinked tired eyes towards him. His vision swam before it came to focus on the angel. He noted that he was back in the church and that Dean wasn't in there with him. What happened, he wondered, trying to fill in the blanks in his mind.

Metatron chuckled at the kid's confused gaze.

"I believe you were interrupted before you finished what had to be done, here" he said towards Sam. The kid frowned and looked around until his eyes rested on a bloody demon tied in a chair. Their eyes met and something was shared in an unsaid kind of way. For a second, Sam swore he could read compassion in the demon's eyes. But that had to be an illusion, right? A dying illusion induced by fever and pain.

The angel grabbed Sam's shoulders and pulled harder this time. "How about you finish it" he proposed.

Sam shook his head but regretted it when his vision swam and for a second, he thought he would hurl. Metatron didn't have the compassion the others seemed to have around the Winchester. He pulled the kid to his feet, earning grunts of pain followed with ragged breaths.

"I wish it didn't have to come to this" Metatron whispered. He untied the makeshift tourniquet Dean had fastened around Sam's bleeding hand. Upon relieving the pressure on the wound, dark blood started oozing from the cut once more.

Crowley's eyes filled with fear at the same time Sam's did. Metatron smiled.

"Luckily for me, you've given him the blood and you've pronounced the spell. Let's cure this demon, shall we" he said with utter joy. Sam shivered from head to toe. The angel only grabbed him harder and pulled on his arm, opening his palm enough that the blood would flow freely from the wound.

Without hesitation, the angel pushed Sam's hand to the demon's face, forcing him to taste the blood. Crowley tried to pull his head away but the angel tightened his grip. Sam held his breath waiting for the inevitable to happen.

But nothing happened.

Metatron frowned angrily. He pulled Sam's hand away to make sure he was really bleeding and the constant flow was his reply. He turned to Crowley whom seemed to be as surprised as he was. The demon had expected pain, bright light or something like that but nothing happened.

Realization hit Sam's mind and he pulled his tired lips into a victorious grin. It was weak but it was there. Metatron let go of his hand to wrap his fingers around the kid's throat, cutting the airway to already oxygen-deprived lungs.

Sam let out a slight gasp. His lungs burned at being starved from the precious air he was so desperately trying to recuperate. Once again, his vision swam. Only this time, the edges of his vision started to darken. A black cloud started to veil the outside world, pulling him further down into himself.

"Why isn't it working? You had the right spell so what is it?" he asked through gritted teeth.

"…let…go…" Sam murmured. The air hardly escaping his mouth, as he tried to make a sound.

"I'm not letting you go until the demon's dead!" he spat.

Sam shook his head as if the angel hadn't understood what he meant.

"I…let…go…trials…" he gasped. He was trying to say that he didn't have the power to finish the trials anymore because Dean made him let go. At this moment he was aware enough to hear the banging on the church doors and his brother's voice was somewhere out there. It sounded farther and farther from him as if his brother was walking away…or maybe I'm the one that's going farther away.

Metatron turned to look at the door but he shrugged it off and turned to Sam again. The kid could only read that the angel was now beyond angry.

"You ruined everything" he hissed, his voice low as if the angel was trying to control the storm that was exploding inside.

And it exploded outside.

Sam was thrown across the room and he flew towards the back of the church before crashing on the altar. The table broke under his weight. Sam's limp form was left sprawling across the broken pieces of wood. There was a loud silence followed by gunshots.

"Hold on, Sammy!" was heard through the door. Sam recognized it as Dean's worried voice. It's the last thing he heard before the darkness engulfed him completely.

Dean was still on the porch outside the church. He held his fuming gun and watched as bullet holes burned the broken wood where the lock stood. He slammed his body against the door but it still wouldn't open. He was growing out of hope and Metatron's shouting and the noise that followed had scared him up to his breaking point.

Dean Winchester didn't scare easily but this time fear was an understatement to the nagging feeling that clawed at his guts. He could feel his brother slipping away and he would never let that happen.

"Come on, Sam" he pleaded and rested his head against the door. Desperation had reached its climax.

Castiel couldn't stand to see the hurt on Dean's face. He walked around the church when he stopped abruptly.

"Dean" he said softly. The hunter turned to him as if to say what is it?

The angel motioned for his friend to join him. Dean obliged and looked around to where Castiel was staring. That's when he saw the broken window on the side of the church. His stomach clenched when he realized the whole was shaped like a gigantic little brother he knew too well.

"Let's go" he muttered. Castiel nodded and helped Dean up the window.

Dean peaked inside and saw that Metatron had his back to him. Crowley was slumped in the chair with blood across his cheeks and down his chin. Dean realized what happened and his stomach churned. It was Sam's blood. But the kid was nowhere to be seen. Unless…

"Sammy…" Dean whispered. His brother was broken and sprawled across what used to be the altar. Anger gripped him at seeing how still the kid was. He better not be…

But he couldn't bear the thought. Instead he pushed himself inside and helped Castiel in. Crowley was the first one to notice them. Dean wasn't sure if he'd seen right but he wondered if it was relief that he'd seen in the demon's eyes. Then Metatron turned around.

Dean tried to take in how much damage was made to his brother but it was hard from the distance and he wouldn't risk a move that would make things worse with the angel.

"You better hope he's okay because if he's not, I swear I will hunt you down" Dean promised the angel. His voice was so low and dangerous that Metatron shivered. He cut his eyes at the oldest Winchester and then noticed his companion.

"Castiel… are you here to admire what I could accomplish with your help? You'll be rewarded for that!" he announced.

The former angel frowned. "You hurt my friends so if I were you, I'd hope we don't meet again" Castiel proposed but the angel felt the threat behind that comment. He smiled.

"Whatever you say, old friend. There is nothing you can do to me now" he said and then looked at the youngest Winchester with an amused smile. "You can't get to me but it's not all. You can't help the kid either" he added.

Castiel felt himself boil from the inside. As if he didn't know that he would be useless to Sam and Dean. It was one more thing to feel guilty about and that's what made him hate himself at that moment.

"You, son of a bitch…" Castiel growled. Metatron chuckled.

"Come on, brother. Don't bring mom into this! This is between you and I"

"I will end you" Castiel menaced. The angel smirked.

"That's if you can find me" he said before vanishing with a rustle of wings.

It took a few seconds for everyone in the room to take in what just happened and then without further thought, Dean ran to Sam's side. Castiel followed him and stopped when he reached Crowley.

"Have you been crying?" he asked bluntly. Crowley turned his head away to hide his face.

"It's funny how you don't seem so scary anymore" he added to the demon's attention.

"What about you? You don't look so cocky anymore without your wings" Crowley sniffled. He would have liked it to come out differently but something in him was different. His heart wasn't into it or something.

Dean was kneeling next to Sam and trying to determine how bad it was. He growled at Castiel, pushing him to give him a hand lifting up the kid. Castiel obliged and they moved Sam to the floor. The former angel watched the big brother turn into mother-hen mode.

Sam was cold and still. His face was pale but dark rings under his eyes stood out from the contrast and his lips were turning blue. Blood trickled from a cut on the side of his head – probably from hitting it on the altar when he fell. Dean didn't have to see the kid's back to know it would be bruised and there was always the risk of internal damage. Sam possibly had bruised ribs – maybe some of them would even be broken from the impact. Dean leaned in to monitor his brother's breathing. At first he thought the kid wasn't because of how shallow it was. But it was there.

"That's my boy. You keep breathing Sammy. You'll be okay, I'll take care of you" he murmured for his unconscious brother to hear. He then searched for a pulse at the base of the kid's neck. It was weak and too erratic to Dean's liking. A bad feeling crept inside his stomach.

He finally looked up to see Castiel who waited anxiously. "Is he going to be okay?" he asked.

Dean shook his head and closed his eyes.

"He needs a hospital" he admitted.

"But Dean, you know they can't do anything for him!" Castiel reminded the hunter.

"They might not be able to make him better but they can keep him alive. That would give us some time to figure out a way to fix this!" Dean explained his reasoning. The former angel nodded.

"Do what you have to, Dean. You're his brother. You know what's best for him!"

The Winchester nodded. He hated feeling like he wasn't competent enough to help his brother. He would do anything for the kid but this was out of his league. Sam was already in bad shape when he got to him in the first place and that was before Metatron messed with him. Now he looked gone already and Dean wouldn't have that; not on his watch.

"If there was anything I could do I would, but look at him, Cas. He looks…" but he couldn't bring himself to say it. Castiel understood and nodded.

"Then let's head over to the hospital before it gets any worse. He's already slipping away from us…" he stated. Dean nodded. "Then I'll need your help" he confessed.

Castiel felt his lips tug into a grin. Dean was asking his help with Sam. After everything they had been through with Naomi and his mission to regain the angel tablet even if it meant killing Dean – which he had tried to do. He was glad that his friend was ready to trust him again, even with the most precious thing he had in life – Sam.

Or was it because Dean was really scared that Sam wouldn't make it that he was ready to do anything, even if it meant trusting him again? Whatever the reason was, Castiel was more than happy to help because over the years, he'd grown to really appreciate his bond with the brothers – even though sometimes it put him through more trouble than anything.

He then thought of how many times he needed help and how the brothers would offer it to him. They would not let him down even when he had deceived them in so many ways. A pang of guilt built inside him. They deserved so much more than this. He felt as though he had failed them once more and now Sam might not make it and he was stupid enough to let his grace be stolen.

Dean seemed to read the building guilt radiating from the former angel.

"Stop it already, you understand me? I can hear you beating yourself up from where I stand and I hate to say that now's not the time. We'll deal with this later! Right now Sam needs help and I'm counting on you so don't let me down" Dean spat.

Castiel looked up and expected to see anger across wide green eyes. Instead, they were full of fear and pain. Dean didn't mean to hurt him. He was just worried over his head and wanted to get moving.

Castiel wondered if this is what it was to be human. The pain and the fear were something he knew as an angel but they were just ideas. As of now, he felt a strange feeling inside his gut and it made him feel sick. Is that what it physically feels like to be scared? Having emotions sucks!

And just when he thought about that, Castiel remembered a time when Sam had no soul and he was ready to kill Bobby to keep it away from him. It's that pain he was running away from Castiel realized. And suddenly he could understand why.

"Cas! Jesus, snap out of it and help me get him to the car!" Dean ordered.

They grabbed the boy and started moving him and Crowley made them remember he was still there.

"Are you going to untie me?" he asked. Dean's face was careless. "You wouldn't leave me here?" he added.

"That's a thought" Dean started. Crowley cleared his throat as he watched the two men struggle with a lanky unconscious giant.

"You're going to drive him to the ER?" the demon asked. Dean looked at him and impatient anger flashed in his eyes.

"Well, obviously!" he snapped.

Crowley sighed and shook his head. "Moose is never going to make it like that!" he started.

Dean and Castiel stopped again and turned back to the demon.

"What do you mean?" It was Castiel's turn to speak. Crowley had hit a sensitive spot and inwardly smiled.

"You've seen the shape he's in? You'll never get him there in time!" the demon continued.

"What options do we have?" Dean yelled, growing really fidgety. He would start throwing punches if his brother didn't so desperately need him.

"You have me" the demon stated as if it was obvious.

"What are you saying?" Castiel asked, sensing how Dean was about to blow.

"If you untie me, I'll zap you to the ER" he proposed. Dean shook his head frantically but Castiel showed interest in the proposition.

"How do we know you're not just going to kill us all?" he asked for precautions.

"I don't like to see the kid suffer when it's not from my hand" the demon replied.

Dean would have shot the demon between the eyes if he wasn't holding an unconscious and possibly dying brother in his arms.

"We untie you, you get us there and then we don't want to see you again or you're a dead man!" Castiel shot. Crowley nodded but Dean growled.

"No way! Forget it!" he spat but Castiel turned pleading eyes to him.

"Dean, he's right. We either trust him or we risk losing Sam for good" he stated. Dean swallowed. "We've wasted enough time as it is" the former angel added. Dean nodded and agreed with a few forbidden words being lost on the way.

Castiel lowered Sam down gently and reached over to the demon. He untied the chains and broke the lines of the pentagram that was painted on the floor. Crowley rubbed his wrists and stretched his neck, unconsciously rubbing his fingers were syringe marks were starting to fade.

He walked over to the three men and nodded.

"Ready to save Moose?" he asked. The others nodded. Crowley placed his hands on Dean's and Castiel's shoulders and closed his eyes.

In an instant – and with a nauseous feeling – the hunter and the former angel were surrounded by noises. They weren't at the church anymore, that much was obvious. They opened scared eyes to find out that there were in an ER. Nurses in colored scrubs ran from one spot to the other, carrying papers or pushing stretchers and wheelchairs.

Dean looked down to see Sam's slumped form in his arms. His brother's condition hadn't improved – it had probably worsened even. It took a few seconds for them to react.

Then a nurse came over to them, screaming orders behind her shoulder.

"Is he okay? What's his name? How long as he been unconscious? Is he breathing?"

And the questions went on as a team of nurses rolled a stretcher over to them where they laid his little brother. Dean could hardly catch his breath to give information to the main nurse. He was staring as his brother was being wheeled away from him. A team of medics followed into the room and Dean shivered at sensing once more how serious the situation was.

I should have taken you to the ER so long ago! I'm sorry I didn't take better care of you! Sammy, I'm so sorry. But please don't go. You can't leave me… please, Sammy! I'm so so so sorry. Please brother.

Can you forgive me?

TBC

That's it for now. I don't think the story will be really long but it'll go on as long as the ideas keep coming and as long as you guys like it, of course so please if you could take the time to let me know what you think, it would be extremely appreciated. It takes two seconds and it would really make me happy!

Thanks for reading and til next time, take care of yourselves!