#24 Sam.

It all happened so fast. One moment he was standing in the doorway screaming at his brother, begging him to stop, to just think. Next, he was on his knees, weeping, screaming at the top of his lungs. Screaming Sam's name. He didn't care that he was drawing attention to himself, why should he? His brother, his Sam, was dead.

The world knew someone else was hurting, some other soldier had fallen. Some one's world had ended.

"Sam!" Dean screeched, dragging out the end of his brothers name. 

He curled into a ball, in the open doorway. Sam's lifeless corpse lay in a puddle of crimson; the gun gleamed in the moonlight, mocking him. He could hear it taunt.

Eventually, when it seemed like he couldn't cry anymore, Dean crawled across the floor and gripped Sam's body in his arms. He wanted Sam to wake up and call him a Jerk, so all he could do was laugh and retort with calling him a Bitch. He wanted it to go back to normal.

Dean's shirt was covered in bloody stains. But he didn't as much as think twice about holding his brother. He wanted to stay like that forever, not let Sam go ever. So long as he could hug his cold, still brother he was fine. Not happy, fine.

Some one had called an ambulance and the police. Dean was pulled from his brother so they could take him away in a body bag. They wrapped a blanket around Dean and allowed him to sit on the back of a police car, watching as they took his brother from him, as they examined the scene. As they tried to understand his personal hell. It was all a blur, it didn't make sense ether. Everything was in black and white and he couldn't seem to find the colour.

A policeman stood by Dean as if he were a child.

"You're going to have to go back to hospital, I can take you there. Also, I thought you would like to know that since this was a suicide, there is no need for us to question you on anything legal. "

Dean swallowed a lump in his throat before turning to face the young man. He was about the age Sam is, or was.

"O...okay. Thanks. I need to tell my Dad." Dean replied, his voice was timid.

The police man nodded his head and left. For once Dean was glad to be alone with his thoughts.

"Some say the world will end in Fire, others in ice. I say nether, I say it ends with Sam."