Only a brother can save the other

This is where I'm going to die?

I stumbled down streets loosing my sense in direction quickly. I felt the world tilt and spin making me dizzy. Not only that but the cuts split back open and where freely bleeding.

I walked, well more like stumbled getting concerned looks from people. I felt a sheen of sweat form on my forehead causing my hair to stick.

""You okay there buddy?" An elderly man asked.

"I just wanna go home." I whimpered.

"Its okay just calm down son, take this street down a few blocks and turn left go down and turn right that'll take you to main street."

"Okay." I whispered.

'If I take this alley I should be back on main street faster. Right?' I thought walking into it. I felt tears prick behind my eyes and leaned up against the damp brick wall as a steady drizzle started coming down.

I was tired of trying to get home and my legs gave out and I slid down the wall putting my pain on my back. I felt the pain, believe me, but I welcomed it.

Someone told me once that pain is what reminds us we are human. The only thing is that sometimes the pain kills and that's what it was doing slowly.

I honestly didn't want to die right now. I wanted to see Deans green eyes one last time before I faded away. I wanted to talk to Bobby and Jess one more time but I can't. I'm going to die alone.

I looked down and the small puddle of blood forming around me. I watched the blood and water swirl together as if dancing. Blood is such a weird thing I decided.

The smell and color. How it runs through your body because of your heart. Its like something made just for you willing you to stay alive and its okay it you loose some but not a lot. A red liquid that keeps you alive draining out of me.

'So this is where I'm going to die? A dark gross empty alley way. Definitely not the way I imagined it.....Dad won't miss me Dean wont either.'

I heard dads voice calling me stupid and usless. Selfish and greedy. Why I wasn't the one to die in that fire and mom was.

I felt the blame everytime he looked at me. There was nothing but disappointment and blame in his eyes, but when he looked at Dean there was a huge difference. Pride and joy for his little soldier.

I'm gonna miss Dean I might even miss dad a little. I was gonna miss Jess she seemed nice and sweet. Hell, I'm even a little disappointed I didn't get to hold her hand or anything, but none of that mattered. I was gonna miss Bobby to he was a better father to me than John ever was.

The world spun and I closed my eyes praying for mercy that didn't come. 'Maybe its karma for hurting dad and Dean. I'm going to die for hurting them.....But maybe its for the better.' I wondered. By now I was completely soaked, in pain, and very cold, but I also had one of Deans classic rock song playing in my head. I humed to it before darkness was granted.

Carry on My Wayward Son

There'll be Peace when You are Done

Lay your Weary head to Rest

Don't you Cry no more.....