How The Mighty Fall

Chapter One - Split

Maybe Sam and Castiel shouldn't have split up. Sam should have followed Cas to the bunker instead of visiting his mother's grave again. Bad things always happened when the Winchester's split up. 

He accessed the room quickly, noting the bloody angel sigel on the column. His eyes widened in shock and he rushed forward. He was untying Dean's gag when the gunshots echoed throughout the main room of the bunker.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang! 

Crimson began to cover the youngest Winchester's stomach. He faltered, and blinked. Shock flashed across his features and then he was falling. His legs crumpled underneath him and he cried out in pain as he hit the floor.

There was another voice crying out for him, and it took a second to place it. Dean. Sam knew that walking into the bunker unarmed was dangerous, considering there was an unfamiliar van parked around the corner. But as soon as he saw Dean - who was tied to a chair and gagged - all rationally was gone. He didn't see the woman hiding in the shadows with her handgun pointed directly at him. 

Dean did though. His thoughts were a mix of oh God, not Sam. and turn around! turn around! 

Sam had been untying the gag that stopped Dean from warning him when the shots rang out. The gag had fallen off when Sam had crumpled and in his adrenaline-fueled rage he broke through the ropes binding him to the chair and pulled out his own gun. It's silver muzzle gleamed in the artificial light of the bunker and he aimed it directly at her head. He pulled the trigger once, then twice, then a final third time as the lady crumpled to the ground, 3 perfectly placed bullet holes in her forehead. 

Dean momentarily forgot about Mary, who was watching everything happening from her own chair across the room and fighting at her bonds, and he knelt down to check Sam's pulse. 

 nonononoNO! 

Blood was escaping Sam too quickly, and his heart fought to supply blood to the parts of his body that needed it. His pulse was quick and sporadic and Dean was tearing his shirt to provide a material to put pressure on the wounds when he heard it.

Click

That noise was distinct, carved into his brain since a small child. 

"Get up and back away from the abomination." The new woman's voice was hard, cold, and commanding. But Dean ignored it. Nothing would stop him from doing his one job - take care of Sammy - he heard the bullet click into the chamber as he placed his torn shirt onto the wounds. Sam's lips tightened and his eyes rolled in pain and Dean instantly felt horrible but knew it had to be done or Sam would bleed out in front of his eyes and there would be no stopping it. 

"You've gotta keep pressure on it, Sammy." Dean pleaded - a tear was building in his right eye, making Sam look blurry- as he placed Sam's paling hands on the shirt. 

"Last chance, Dean." The lady spoke up again. She was closer. Dean estimated that she was behind his mom by this point. He hoped Mary wasn't watching. She didn't need to see this.

Sam's hazel eyes fluttered open and he met Deans jade-green ones. 

"You're alive?" He struggled out, the few words ending in a splatter of blood. 

"Takes more that God's sister to kill me." It was an attempt to lighten the mood. 

"But Chuck...He disappeared…" Blood coated his little brothers lips and it spread downwards to his chin. 

Dean shushed Sam, his eyes pleading Sam to stop talking, to save his breath. 

The first shot missed Dean by a few feet. A warning shot. Sam winced, and with his failing strength, he threw the now blood soaked shirt off of him and pushed Dean away from him. Not expecting the push, Dean landed a few feet away.

Sam stood shakily, unable to rise to his full height. He could hear his older brother pleading with him to get down, to lay down. But Sam heard the hidden message, Get down and let me sacrifice myself for you. 

Sam would not let that happen. His movements were slow and sluggish. His blood seeping onto the floor. It would take Dean a while to get to cleaning it out, Sam thought.

"I really…" Sam's voice was weak, blood bubbled out of his mouth and down his chin and left stains on his shirt. He tried again, raising his voice and trying not to let his fear bleed onto his words. "I really… don't want to go back. But he promised, so I know I will." His voice faltered and from the corner of his eye he saw Dean pull out his handgun out and try to shoot, but it was jammed. "But I will go out protecting my brother. That is my...job." He glanced over to the angel sigel on one of the columns. Maybe Cas would get back in time to stop Dean from doing something stupid.

His eyes were drooping and black spots began to cover his vision. He stumbled and saw the lady smirk and raise her gun as he stepped over the first woman's body, the one that shot him. Dean was cursing now and he rushed forward, ready to block the shot that he knew would come. But Sam was faster.

Sam pulled out his own gun and in a fraction of a second Dean's world shattered. 

Sam's gun and the lady's gun erupted in a loud bang! at the same time. They both crumpled in sync as Dean cried out.

Dean rushed over to Sam first. He heard Mary's muffled cries and felt horrible that he hadn't helped her earlier but right now Sam was of the highest priority. Sam had fallen backwards, the weak kick of the pistol was enough to send him over. Dean slid down onto his knees and a choked sob came out before he could stifle it. 

There was a bullet wound directly over his heart. His eyes were open half-mast and painted over his face was a sick smile. 

nonono!

Dean rubbed his knuckles over Sam's sternum, hoping to elicit the smallest sign of life, but nothing happened. Sam was still. His blood soaked Dean's shirt and Dean felt a tear escape his eye and fall onto Sam's face. There was a low creak and the bunker door swung open. There was a gasp and someone called his name but he blocked it out. His eyes focusing on his brother as he continued to kneel in the pool of ever-spreading blood. 

Familiar warm hands pulled him and and words were whisper-yelled into his ear. 

"Dean. Dean, you need to pay attention. Something's wrong!" 

The room was flooded in a red light and an alarm began to sound. Castiel stood as the light bathed him. He turned to the 2 female bodies on the floor. He snapped his fingers and the woman who was still alive was tied to a chair. The use of his weak grace was draining but he didn't have time to do it himself. He shot a mournful glance at Sam and Dean and then turned to Mary, who had tears streaming down her cheeks and was still fighting against her bonds. He made quick work of the ropes and she stood and rushed to Dean's side. 

Dean managed to tear his gaze away from his brother and focused on Cas. 

"What's happening?" He whispered, to low for any other human to hear, but Castiel heard it. He always heard Dean. 

"I- I don't know. There has been a major disturbance over angel radio. It seems the have affected the Bunker." 

Mary turned to him, confused. "What does that mean?"

"An Archangel has been created."