Only a Year

Home is Where the Heart Is

A/N: Not everything is the same way that it is in either show. Remember that going in.
I'm so glad so many of you love the story. That is my main reason to keep writing other than I LOVE DEAN AND ELENA TOGETHER.

xoAmanda

(PS I apologize Idk why 90% of the story is in italics)

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We're traveling down a dark, quiet road; the sound of the Impala's engine can barely be heard over Sam and Dean arguing in the front seat.

"Because Demon, that's why! I mean the second you find out this Ruby chick is a Demon you go for the holy water! You don't chat!" Dean screams.

Sam is visibly calmer than his brother, "No one was chatting, Dean."

"Oh yeah? Then why didn't you send her ass back to Hell?"

"Because... because she said that she might be able to help us." Sam responded, shrinking back into his seat.

"Help us how, Sam?" I asked, raising my voice from the back seat. Sam pauses and doesn't respond.

Dean turns at his brothers silence and gives him an angry glare. "No really, Sam. How? How could she possibly help us?"

"She said she could help save Dean didn't she?" I asked. My voice was low but loud enough for Sam and Dean to hear.

"What is wrong with you?" Dean's voice strained with emotion. "She's lying, you gotta know that, don't you? She knows what your weakness is – it's me."

"I've been with you two for a few weeks now and I haven't asked - but I need to know Dean. Why do you only have a year to live?" My focus now solely on the older brother.

Dean raises his eyes to the rearview to meet mine.

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"Sam, look out!" Dean yells and picks up his pace, but it's too late, Jake has already stabbed the knife right through Sam's back.

"Noooo!

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Jake turned and twisted the knife, leaving Sam bloody and falling to his knees gasping for air. Jake ran off into the woods with Bobby chasing after him. Dean fell to the ground in front of his little brother. He grabbed at Sam's clothing, trying to keep him conscious, but Sam fell forward onto Dean's shoulder.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, Sam. Sam! Hey! Hey, hey. Come here. Let me look at you," Dean placed his hand on Sam's back, but when he lifted back up it was covered in blood. "Hey, look at me. It's not even that bad. It's not even that bad, all right? Sammy? Sam! Hey, listen to me. We're gonna patch you up, okay? You'll be good as new. Huh? I'm gonna take care of you. I'm gonna take good care of you. I've got you. That's my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother?"

Dean lightly touches his brothers face, "Sam? Sam! Sam! Sammy!" Sam's eyes slowly shut and his body slumped forward onto Dean's.

"No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, God. Oh, God. SAM!"

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"So, I sold my soul to a cross roads demon. She gave me a year in exchange for bringing Sam back to life." Dean finished his story, almost nonchalantly, bringing his eyes back to the road.

Sam turns to look at me as if to say - now you see what I deal with.

"Dean, are you insane?" I question.