#24 Shotguns.

Sam stared at the gun, turning the  metal weapon in his hands and watching as the tears dripped onto it. Was he about to do this? Take his own life because he couldn't take it any more? Because he could watch his brother fall any lower?

No one had explained to him that Dean was better and that his father was next to fine.

The yellowed eyed demon was in Sam's head now, so it really wouldn't have mattered. Sam wasn't as strong as Dean and, yes, he was going to give up. As dramatic as it may seem.

With tearful eyes and a heart full of despair he lifted the gun to his temple. He hovered the muzzle an inch or so from his skull before swallowing a lump of fear.

"Sam?"

Dean stood in the door way, his mouth was half open and his eyes where wide. He started to edge into the room.

"Sam? What are you going?" Dean whispered.

"Stop!" Sam snapped," Don't move any closer!"

Sam pointed the gun at his older brother; his arm was shaking, tears mixed with sweat as they ran down his cheeks.

"Sammy." Dean said softly," What's going on?"

"Shut up! Don't come closer! Or I'll shoot!"

Dean froze.

"I would rather you shoot me than you're self ,Sam!"

"No! I've made up my mind! Don't try to talk me out of this!"

"But...But... I'm better! Dad's awake! Everything's going to be fine!"

"No its not! Everything's not going to be fine! I'm not me anymore...I- I'm him!"

Sam took a deep breath and his lungs rattled. Then he smiled and laughed. Dean jumped back, startled.

"I'm Him! " Sam screamed," He's inside me, and my head! He's in my veins. He won't get out. This is the only way."

"Don't! Don't you dare! You can beat this, you --- "

"I can't do anything! I'm not me anymore!" It was clear that Sam was terrified but he laughed anyway," I might as well be dead!"

Sam kept laughing, hysterically as if he was insane. Dean was shaking now, his brothers laughter made him feel cold and lost. He sobbed.

"Please!" Dean cried, his throat dry," Please...You're my little brother. I can help!"

"It's too late!" Sam shook his head, his bangs falling into his eyes," No one can help!"

Shaking, Sam placed the gun to his temple and seconds later he was gone.