Fading…

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Dean dropped the blade and ran towards his brother. He had
dropped the three vamps fairly quickly. But not quickly enough. Sam lay on the
ground, gasping for air. His hands pressed tightly to his neck, where the blood
was seeping through his fingers.  He
shook his head at Dean and swallowed hard.

“No way in hell, Sammy.” Dean yelled. “It’s not gonna end
like this. I got you.” Sam knew his brother couldn’t help him at this point,
but he let him try. He wanted his last thoughts to be of Dean. He wanted the
last words he heard to come from his older brother.

Dean was trying not to look panicked as he scrambled to
cover the wound.

Sam felt his body being lifted as the world became fuzzy
around him.

“Sam? Sammy!” Dean’s voice was fading. Sam began to feel
lighter. The world drifted away.

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