"DEAN!"

It didn't matter what he yelled he was too late to save his brother. Dean always had to be the hero, and it was going to cost him his brother.

Dean fell back and landed hard. His eyes closed as blood started to stain his shirt.

Sam ignored the shooter taking off and ran to his brother instead. His hands shook as he pressed against Dean's chest. Dean was still breathing, but barely. He needed to get his brother some help, fast.

"Dean, hang in there. Stay with me, ok? I'm gonna call for some help," Sam said, even though his brother was unconscious. He kept one hand pressed against Dean's chest while he got his phone out of his pocket with his other. He had to dial twice since his hands were shaking so badly.

"911 what's your emergency?" A woman's voice answered.

"My brother's been shot," Sam forced out.

"Can you tell me where you are?"

Sam looked around to try and figure out where they were. He'd been the one to tell Dean where to go, but his brain froze and he couldn't remember anything except Dean getting shot. "Um…4th and Ohio," Sam finally answered.

"Ok Sir, help is on the way. Sta-"

Sam hung up before she could keep going. He pocketed his phone again and put more pressure against Dean's chest. He couldn't lose Dean again, not after he'd just gotten him back.

"Ok Dean, help's on the way," Sam said. He took a deep breath to keep himself together. Dean was still breathing so there was still a chance.

Sam groaned suddenly, "Dammit Sam. Quit being an idiot…" He dug his phone out of his pocket again and dialed for Cas. "You have a friend who's an angel and he's not the first person you call? What's the matter with you?"

He made a sound of disgust when he heard Cas's voicemail.

He dialed Crowley next since he knew the two of them were working together to find Lucifer. He sighed and pocketed his phone again when he heard Crowley's voicemail.

"Cas, if you can hear me we really need your help," Sam said, looking up at the sky. "Dean's been shot and isn't doing so hot…"

He looked around expecting Cas to show up out of nowhere, but he obviously didn't have any luck today.

Dean coughed a little, instantly drawing his attention again. "Dean? Can you hear me?" Sam practically begged, but Dean didn't respond. "Alright, you just take it easy. I'm not leaving you." He finally heard sirens in the distance signaling that help was almost there. "Everything's gonna be ok," Sam whispered.

The ambulance finally got there and two paramedics came towards them. Sam was gently moved out of the way as they took over. He could only watch as the medics took care of his brother. They cut open his shirt, pressed gauze against his wound, attached things to his chest, started an IV, put him on oxygen…

Sam eyes teared up as he watched. He couldn't do anything to help; he just had to pray that Dean could make it.

"Do you want to ride with him?" One of the paramedics suddenly asked him.

Sam nodded and moved like he was on autopilot. He got into the back of the ambulance after they loaded Dean in and sat down next to him. The paramedics continued to work, but they let him hold Dean's hand. It made him feel a little better to have proof that Dean was still alive.

He was shuffled around again once they got to the hospital. They took Dean away from him and sent him to the waiting room.

He paced as he waited for any information on his brother, but they didn't tell him anything.

The cops tried to get him to tell them what happened, but he couldn't focus. All he could think about was his brother and he didn't want to talk about what had happened.

It was about three hours after they'd gotten to the hospital when an older nurse finally approached him.

"Sit," the nurse told him, pointing to a chair. She was a small woman and he towered over her, but he did what she told him to and sat down. The nurse sat beside him and said softer, "I understand this is difficult, but you're making everyone nervous. So, let's relax a little and try to breathe, ok?"

Sam nodded and took a calming breath.

"My name's Margret, what's yours?" Margret asked him.

"Sam."

"Alright Sam, who did they bring in here?"

"My brother, Dean."

"Dean. Ok, I'm going to try and get an update on your brother. But you need to stop pacing. Go to the bathroom and wash up. Take a minute to get yourself together, call someone if you need to, and then come back. I'll try to have something for you by the time you get back, ok?"

"Ok," Sam automatically replied.

Margret patted his leg before she stood up. She waited for him to stand up and start over to the bathroom before she walked out of the room.

He could instantly see why he was freaking people out. He was pale, his eyes were wide with panic, and his arms and clothes were covered in Dean's blood. He scrubbed as much as he could off of his skin, but he couldn't do much about his clothes.

He splashed some water in his face and tried to get himself back under control. He was alone in this and he was freaking out because he couldn't stand not knowing. He needed Dean with him. Dean was his family.

Sam looked up suddenly realizing there was someone else he could call. He didn't know if she would answer or not, but he had to try. Dean would probably be pissed at him later, but he didn't care.

He pulled out his phone for the third time and dialed his Mom's number. He dropped his head down in defeat when all he got was the voicemail, but this time he decided to actually leave a message. He felt just like when he'd tried to get ahold of Dad when Dean was dying years ago, but he hoped Mom would actually show up for Dean.

"Mom, it's Sam," he said, his voice shaking. He cleared his throat and tried to sound at least somewhat normal. "Dean's hurt…I don't know if he's gonna pull through this one…" He wanted to say more. He wanted to tell her where they were and ask her to come, but he couldn't. If he didn't tell her everything then he wouldn't be able to blame her entirely if she didn't show up. "I just thought you should know…" Sam muttered lamely.

He hung up before he could say anything else and quickly left the bathroom.

He needed to be there for Dean. He could hope that Mom would show up, but he needed to focus on Dean. As long as his brother was ok then he would be ok too.

This is my first just Supernatural story so I hope you all like it! If you've read or are reading my current stories, don't worry I haven't forgotten about them. This just popped into my head and I decided I should post it. If you like it and want to read more let me know!