{LAST CHARTER}
It all happened so fast, the blood,the ambulance the cops trying to peel him from Ross body. Sam sat quietly in the bedroom, flipping through pictures and memories.
"Why couldn't it have been me, Ross I'm so sorry." He spoke to noone. Sam's face stained red from crying,his eyes burning. Sam shook his head. He needed to get out of there, he needed to leave. Sam stood up refusing to let his knees buckle back down. He walked slowly to the living room and picked his phone up and called Dean. It rang a few times till he answered.
"D-dean?"
"Heya sammy, what's wrong?"
"Can I come see you for a little while?"
"Yeah,what happned?"
"Ross, he well....."
"It's okay I understand." Dean gave him his new address and Sam packed his things and drove to his brothers.
{THE END. tell me what you think, please}
