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Dean held his brother, tears cascading down his cheeks.
This wasn't happening. He didn't, he couldn't have killed his own brother. No, that just wasn't possible. Especially since he wasn't evil at the time, Dean was.
"Oh Sammy," he sobbed. "I'm sorry..." He shook his head. "So sorry..."
Suddenly he heard and felt Sammy moan.
"Sam? Sam!" Relief flooded his eyes. Sam said nothing, but moaned again. "Okay, it's going to be okay." Quickly and carefully Dean scooped Sam up. "I'm gonna get you to a hospital, buddy. Gonna get you taken care of. I'm supposed to take care of you." Not to hurt you.
He shook his head. He couldn't believe he had hurt Sammy like this. Him of all people. The one that Sam was supposed to be able to trust more than anyone in the world. And he nearly killed Sam. Now he understood what it was like not to be in controll of your own body. To see you do things to your loved ones. To other people. He tried to force out the people that he had killed while the demon possessed him, but it wasn't possible. There were too many of them. And if Sammy dies too because of him...well then he'd kill himself. He knew he wouldn't be able to live without his brother. Especially if he was the reason for his brother's death.
"I've got you, Sammy," he murmured as his brother moaned while Dean laid him gently in the backseat. "I'm taking care of you, don't worry."
Don't worry. He eyed the wound that was deep inside Sammy's chest. How could he not worry? He focused as best he could on the road ahead of him. He flinched everytime he heard his brother groan.
"So sorry, Sam," he whispered. "I'm so sorry."
He brushed tears from his eyes. One thing for sure was he wasn't the crying type. And he wasn't going to start now, because there was no reason to start. Sammy was going to live. No matter what.
Quickly he drove into the emergency section of the hospital.
"Help!" He shouted as he came in. "Help, my brother's been shot!" The doctors rushed over to them.
"Who shot him, do you know?" One of them asked as they carried him away in a stretcher. Dean ran to keep up.
"I don't know," he quickly lied. "I just found him lying there, shot..." His voice trembled and the doctor nodded.
"All right, we need you to wait here."
"But my brother!" He protested. "I'm supposed to look after him..."
The doctor sighed.
"I understand sir, but the best thing you can do for your brother is to wait out here and let us do our job, thus being able to save your brother's life. Can you do that for me?"
After pausing momentarily Dean slowly nodded. He stood in the hallway and waited, for the first time truly understanding what it was like to feel lost, and alone...
Pretty short I know, but my excuse is that it's a pretty quick update:)