Heat Of The Moment

The Moment

Sam froze at the sound. Coming out of the bathroom was Dean, with the look of shock on his face.

"Sam? Put down the gun. Let's talk about it." Dean's voice shook with worry for his younger brother. He couldn't imagine what happened in 2 hours that made Sammy suicidal.

But Sam just shook his head. "No, I can't. I can't put it down. You don't understand Dean. I have to do this. I can't live like this. I have to do this."

"Sam. Please tell me what's wrong. Let me help, little brother." Now Dean was desperate. The expression on Sam's face was the ones that he used when he was set on something.

"Please, Dean. Let me do this. I have to do this. I can't live like this anymore. The stress is too much!" Dean was confused. We haven't been on a job in a while. It wasn't the stress of the job.

"Sammy, if you needed a vacation, you could've told me. We could go see the Grand Canyon. We can do that and more if you put the gun down. Please Sam."

Now Sammy looked confused. What did he mean the job? Didn't he know? That's right. Sam hadn't told him yet. It's frigging Groundhog Day and only he remembered it.

"No Dean. I need this to stop. It can't go on. Find the person who did this. It's frigging Groundhog Day, Dean. This the only way to stop it. Do you trust me? It's the only way for you to see Wensday. I need you to see Wensday. Just trust me on this."

"Sammy, please don't. I can't loose you like I lost dad and mom. Please don't."

Sam was about to say his goodbye. It was the end. Thank god. It's almost over. Just a few more seconds.

"I love you Dean. Always remember that." "SAM!!"

Sam was gonna shoot, Dean worst nightmare as of 5 minuets ago.

I love you Dean, Sam thought. He cocked the gun.

And pulled the trigger.
"Sam!!"