Shut Up! (SPN Fic)

Chapter 4

Paige frowned as she punched Dean straight in the jaw, before rushing after Sam and knocking on the door repeatedly.

"Sammy, let me in." She pleaded.

"N-N-No!" Just once more, one more. It would help... Sam grabbed the knife he always kept with him out of his pocket and placed it on his wrist. Just one more...

"Sam, I love you! Please, stop. Don't do this." Paige nearly screamed in anxiety, tears brimming her eyes. Sam shook. Lies. Dean was right. He was a freak!

He dragged the blade across his wrist. Smiling when he saw the blood. Then frowned when the pain started to subside. He needed more... Seventeen cuts later, he had the word he despised so much carved into his wrist... He smiled at his handiwork.

Dean was soon at the door, kicking it open.

"Sam!" He shouted. Paige rushed into the bathroom and held Sam's hand firmly in hers, as Dean rushed around looking for bandages. Sam's head started feeling fuzzy, he looked at pool of blood on the cheap tile floor. Maybe he'd gone too far this time. Then again, that wasn't necessarily a bad thing.

Dean found bandages in the cabinet and hurriedly handed it to Paige who quickly wrapped it around his arm and wrist, covering the word he had carved into his skin.

"Sam" She mumbled,

"You're going to be fine." Sam chuckled softly. He knew he wasn't. He didn't care. They didn't either.

She let go of his arm and cupped his face in her hands, looking into his eyes.

"You shouldn't have done this. You're too strong to do this to yourself." She commented.

Strong? No! You're weak Sam! Weak! Sam heard a voice scream in his head.

"Look at me, Sam." Paige commanded, shaking his head gently.

"We're going to get through this. You're so brave, just stay strong and don't do this again."

"P-Paige..." Sam whimpered

"Yeah, Sammy?" She replied

"Don't..." he whimpered again,

"Don't wanna die..." Tears began pouring down his face

"You're not going to die." She cooed, brushing his tears away with her thumb. Dean looked at his brother. What had he done...?

"You're going to be fine. You never die." She said, as she turned her head slightly and pecked his lips gently, as Dean continued to watch his brother, frowning in concern.

Sam's eyes started to close and his grip became weaker...

"De..."Dean inched closer and patted Sam's shoulder in a brotherly manner.

"Sam, I'm here. We both are. We're going to make sure you get better."

Sam's eyes closed, his grip became completely slack and his breathing became shallow...