Supernatural One-shots

Those Nights (Brothers)

                                       Warning: Major Character Death

This fanfiction is based on the song 'Those Nights' by Skillet. This takes place during the season 2 finale.

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        Dean saw Sam, holding his arm and calling out to him as he slowly walked over to him.

(I remember when)

        Dean’s eyes went huge when he saw Jake run up behind him, plunging the knife right into Sam’s spine. “No!” he yelled, running to his baby brother, Bobby chasing after Jake.

(We used to laugh)

        Dean caught Sam before he could collapse, lowering both of them to their knees. He cupped Sam’s cheek in one hand, using his other to smooth back Sam’s hair.

(About nothing at all)

        Dean smoothed his brother’s hair back again, placing a hand over the stab wound and pulling away, seeing his hand coated in blood. He gripped his failing brother by the shoulders, speaking words of reassurance.

(It was better than going mad)

        “I’ve got you. I’ve got you. We’re gonna take care of you. That’s my job, right? Watching out for my pain in the ass little brother?”

(From trying to solve all the problems we’re going through)

        Dean watched Sam’s eyes flutter shut, feeling his own clouding with tears. He watched Sam’s head loll forward, blood dripping from his lips. He watched as Sam’s whole body went completely limp in his grip.

(Forget ‘em all)

        “Sam? Sammy?” Dean whispered, pulling his brother in for a hug, trying to hold back the tears.

(Cause all those nights we would stand and never fall)

        He placed one of his hands on the back of his little brother’s head, propping it up on Dean’s shoulder. He replaced his hand on Sam’s injury, the blood slowly staining his shirt a dark red.

(Together we faced it all)

        “Sam!” Dean yelled into the chilly air, burying his face in his baby brother’s hair, the tears rolling down his cheeks.

(Remember when we’d)

        Dean choked back a few sobs, gripping his brother’s shirt tightly. He cried on Sam’s shoulder.

(Stay up late and we’d talk all night)

        Dean lifted his brother’s body and carried him into the nearest house, laying him on a springy mattress.

(In a dark room lit by the TV light)

        Dean stared down at his brother lifeless body, a few tears running down his face. Dean wiped them away angrily.

(Through all the hard times in my life)

        Dean spoke quietly. “Sammy, it was always my job to protect you. Dad never even had to ask me, I just did it. It was my responsibility, and I screwed up. I let you down, Sammy. So what am I supposed to do? What am I supposed to do!?”

(Those nights kept me alive)