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ALL HELL BREAKS LOOSE: PART 1 - Sam's Death
His teeth gritting past the sharp pain in his side, Sam slowly raised the metal rod over his head, as he stood over Jake, who was lying motionless and unconscious on the ground.
It would be easy, Sam told himself. One quick motion, and it would all be over. The anger surged up through Sam's arm as he took aim to drive the splint straight through Jake's heart.
Then, Sam paused.
It wasn't worth it. This whole thing wasn't worth killing another human being over, no matter what was at stake here. It wasn't worth giving 'him' what he wanted.
Sam sighed, lowered the blade and took a step back.
At that moment, out of the silence, Sam heard something. A person calling, off in the distance.
“...Sam!”
Sam frowned and wondered if he had heard right. He turned back up the main street, looking in the direction that the voice came from. Was it...?
At the end of the stretch of ratty old buildings that lined the outskirts of the town, Sam saw two figures appear out of the evening mist, making their way towards him.
Sam could not believe his eyes.
It was Dean. His brother Dean, and Bobby. Sam breathed a huge sigh of relief.
“Dean!” he called, his voice a mix of relief and exhaustion. He slowly started to make his way up towards them, clutching at his side, though oblivious to the all of the pain he had just endured. That really didn't matter right now.
Dean, who was flicking across each of the buildings systematically with his torch, turned at the sound of his brother’s voice. He squinted as he searched through the darkness. Finally, he landed on him. He sighed.
Sam was alive. Everything was going to be ok.
As Dean began walking towards his brother, his face suddenly fell when he saw a dark figure rise up out of the shadows, right behind Sam. Dean saw straight away that it was holding a sharp hunting knife.
“Sam....LOOK OUT!!!!!” Dean screamed, breaking into a run, but Sam didn't even have a chance to register what was happening.
In an instant, Jake had rammed the blade deep into Sam's back, ripping his flesh open and severing his spine. Sam jolted forward, the white hot pain piercing him through his body... his face screwed up in agony and surprise.
“No!!!!!” Dean screamed, pelting across the compound. But he was too late.
“No!!!!!” Dean screamed, pelting across the compound. But he was too late.
Jake saw Dean and Bobby running at him, and coldly yanked the blade out of Sam's back, turning and disappearing up the street. Bobby tore after him, hot on his tails – his gun cocked ready to fire. They both vanished into the shadows… then all went quiet.
Sam's stood unsteady for a moment, then collapsed onto his knees, his blood spilling across the dusty floor at an alarming pace.
Dean immediately dropped to the ground and caught Sam in his arms before he fell forward. Grabbing him by his jacket, Dean put his weight quickly under Sam’s body, hoisting him up and holding him around the shoulders. Already Dean could see that Sam was losing focus, his head was slumped forward and hints of blood had started to appear at the sides of his mouth.
“Sam, hey... hey come here...” Dean said gently. “Let me look at you...”
He pulled his body against Sam’s and reached behind him to inspect the stab wound. He was hoping for any chance that it might be ok. But as he touched the spot in Sam’s back, and his hand was instantly drenched in blood, it confirmed his worst fears.
Dean swallowed back the sick feeling that shot through his stomach. He wasn’t prepared for this, for what was about to happen. He turned back and sat in front of Sam, holding his little brother’s face firmly between his hands.
“Hey look at me, Sam. It’s not even that bad…” he tried to sound strong, but his voice was shaking. “It’s not even that bad, alright? Sammy?”
Sam looked at him, unable to speak, and his eyes flickered closed. Dean could feel his brother’s weight starting to sink – he was losing strength fast.
“Sam!” Dean shook him gently, his heart pounding. This wasn't going to happen, not yet.
“Listen to me,” Dean said. “We’re going to patch you up, ok? You’ll be as good as new. I’m gonna take care of you, ok?” He sweeped Sam’s hair off his face, looking straight into his eyes, desperate for any kind of reaction. Sam was struggling to stay conscious.
“I’ve got you, because… that’s my job, right?” Dean tried to crack a smile, “watching after my… pain in the ass little brother…” Sam looked at him wearily for one last moment, then closed his eyes. His head went heavy in Dean’s hands.
“I’ve got you, because… that’s my job, right?” Dean tried to crack a smile, “watching after my… pain in the ass little brother…” Sam looked at him wearily for one last moment, then closed his eyes. His head went heavy in Dean’s hands.
“Sam?... Sam?”
Sam was quiet. Dean's heart jumped up into his throat.
“Sam?! Sammy?!!”
But it was too late.
Sam was gone.
Dean sat there, stunned, with his brother's face still held between his hands. This couldn't happen. Not this way. Not to his little brother... not after everything they've been through....
“No.... no no no no no... oh come on....oh god…” Choking back sobs, Dean grabbed Sam and pulled his lifeless body against his. He sat in the blood drenched dirt, cradling his brother in his arms, tears flowing down his face as the reality sunk in –
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Transcription written by A!rTester
Original script by the writers of Supernatural
