A/N: Sorry for disappearing for so long everyone! Exams and college and just life in general is taking up a lot of my time. Going through a few difficulties in my family so I hope you understand. I couldn't find time to post this yesterday so here it is today. I've missed out on quite a bit of drabbles and I didn't want to miss this one :)
SPOILERS (SORT OF) IF YOU HAVEN'T WATCHED THE SEASON 9 PREMIERE YET.
100 words to the dot. :)
Dean looked on, heart-broken as his baby brother lay ever so still on the hospital bed.
Why? Why were they always the target? Hadn't they done enough, lost enough, sacrificed enough?
Why couldn't someone else take on the job of saving the world?
For once, Dean didn't care that tears were streaming down his face, that he was holding onto Sam's hand like it was the only lifeline he had. He'd thought stopping the trials would save Sam, but yet here they were with Sam on his deathbed.
"Please Sam," Dean whispered. "Fight. You fight, and you come back."
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