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Here's a little fic that I thought up.

Enjoy!

"When I tell you to move, you move, Sam! You nearly got both of us killed tonight!" Dean screams at his brother as they step into their motel room.

Sam puts a hand to his head, a pained expression on his face as he says. "I'm sorry, Dean. I'm not feeling good tonight, I've got a killer headache."

Dean snorts disbelievingly, too caught up in his anger to listen. "Yeah right, Sam. You know, I'm not feeling so great either, I'm still fucking bleeding because of your screw up!" Dean shouts at Sam, lifting his shirt, revealing a deep gash to prove his point.

Sam has to bite back a nauseous feeling at the smell of the blood, which usually never fazes him. But still he pushes that down, knowing that Dean is too worked up right now to care if he isn't feeling well, so Sam just says. "Here, sit down and I'll take care of that, Dean."

Dean doesn't even acknowledge Sam as he sits down on the bed, and pulls off his blood ruined shirt.

Without another word, Sam gets the first aid kit. He then cleans, sutures, and dresses the wound in Dean's side, all in complete silence.

As soon as Sam is finished attending to Dean's wound, Dean stands up, pulls on a clean shirt, and strides towards the door. Only as he opens the door does Dean say anything to Sam. "Don't think this is over."

By now Sam can barely see straight through the pounding pain in his head, and can only nod to his brother before Dean slams the door.

It's all Sam can do to go over to the nearest bed, not even bothering to clear away the bloodied towels and bandages before he collapses, and slips into unconsciousness.

It isn't until early the next morning that Dean gets back to the motel. He is still pissed off at Sam, and raring for another fight, so he goes straight over to where Sam is lying on the bed, and shakes Sam. "Wake up, Sam."

Nothing.

"Sam. Get up."

Still nothing.

Dean tries not to panic as he feels for a pulse.

There isn't one, Sam is dead.

Oh god! Sam! This can't be happening!

Dean grabs the phone, and dials 911.

It seems to take an eternity before an operator answers. "What is the emergency?"

Dean can't believe that he's saying this, but. "I just got back to my motel, and my brother ...he's... he's not breathing, and he's cold. I don't know what happened."

There is a pause before the operator calmly says. "Calm down sir. What is your address?"

Dean rambles off the address, and then hangs up the phone as he returns to Sam's side. Dean grabs Sam's shoulders, and shakes him, trying to stave off the sense of dread that's threatening to consume him. "Sam?! Sammy, please, please wake up! You've got to be alright, you have to!"

In a desperate attempt to save his brother, Dean begins CPR, and he doesn't stop until the paramedics arrive close to twenty minutes later.

Dean doesn't even acknowledge the paramedics' presence, that is until they try to pull him away from Sam's body. He kicks out against their hold on him, and fights them, only hearing parts of what they're saying. "...we're sorry... nothing we can do... probably been dead for hours..."

Eventually he gives up, and slides down to the floor. One of paramedics kneels down beside him, and listens as he brokenly says. "He's all I've got. Sammy's all I've got, he can't be dead, he can't be."

Sensing the bond between the man in front of him and the man lying dead on the motel room floor, the paramedic looks to his partner, and silently agrees that they have to at least let him see that they've done everything they can.

Within a couple of minutes they've recommenced CPR, and loaded Sam into the ambulance, and are rushing towards the hospital, with Dean following behind them in the impala.

As Dean is sitting in the waiting room of the emergency department he numbly types Bobby's phone number into his cell phone. He can't do this alone.

Bobby answers the phone just before it goes to message bank. "Singer."

Dean pauses before he tells Bobby. "It's Dean. I need your help, we're in Nebraska, St Lukes Hospital."

"Are you alright, Dean? Is Sam?" Bobby questions him quickly.

Dean can't bring himself to say it, he just says, his voice breaking up. "Please just come ...I really need your help."

Just as he finishes speaking, Dean sees the doctor approaching, and hangs up the phone.

A minute earlier, Dr Klein, one of the emergency room attendings is speaking to one of the nurses, Holly. He has just come from where they've been treating Sam. "He was much too young, it shouldn't happen like this."

Holly nods in agreement, and sadly says. "No, it shouldn't."

Dr Klein shakes his head sadly as he asks her. "So, where's his family? Might as well get this over with."

"His brother's in the waiting room, name's Dean."

"Dean?" Dr Klein questions Dean as he reaches his side.

Dean looks up at the doctor, and instantly knows that it's not good news. "Where is Sam?"

"Dean." Dr Klein says gently as he sits down beside him.

"Where is he? Where is Sammy?" Dean keeps asking him. Blinking back tears as desperation threatens to overwhelm him.

Dr Klein places a hand on Dean's shoulder, and sympathetically tells him. "Sam suffered a severe cerebral hemorrhage sometime last night. It was probably caused by a burst aneurism, there was nothing you could do, nothing anyone could have done, it's unlikely he even knew what was wrong, the only symptoms he may have experienced are a headache, nausea, possibly blurred vision."

"No. No!" Dean cries out in shock, he jumps out of his seat, and stands over the doctor as he shouts at him. "He isn't dead! He can't be! This can't be happening! Sammy can't be dead! He can't be!"

The End, or not...

Would you like another chapter of this fic? Or should I just leave it as a one-shot?

Thanks for reading! I hope it was alright.