"Dean!" Sam yelled, sprinting towards his brother. God, he had been kidnapped, taken, and almost killed. He was so close to being free. He was so relieved that he didn't notice Jake, the man who used to be his friend, sprinting after him.
He barely even felt when the knife hit his spinal cord.
Dean and Beth watched in horror as Jake sprinted off. Bobby chased after him. Yet that wouldn't help Sam, who was dropping to his knees. Dean was next to his brother in a second, holding him upright. Blood coated his hands.
Sam's blood.
Droplets of the crimson fluid dripped out of his mouth. Lizbeth stood beside Dean, her posture rigid, her hands covering her mouth in attempt to smother her sobs.
The light in Sam's eyes began to fade. The two remaining siblings watched as their fallen brother was embraced by the cold slumber of death.
"No! Sam!"
"Sammy, open your eyes!"
"Sam, please!"
Someone was crying. Dean was still clutching on to Sam, and Beth was on the ground, doing her best not to shut away the world and curl into a ball.
Bobby helped them place Sam's body into the Impala. They drove to an abandoned house. Dean laid Sam onto an old mattress, not ready to part just yet. Lizbeth was still crying.
They all grieved in different ways.
Beth sobbed. Bobby was silent, unmoving. And Dean? He drank. He did nothing. He simply sat beside that mattress day after painful day.
They survived off of their sorrow.
Five days later, Dean snapped. He didn't say a word as he got into his car, slammed the door, and raced off into the night.
Lizbeth was sleeping on the couch when he came back the next day.
And when Lizbeth opened her groggy eyes, Sam was alive.

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Hey! So, this should take place near the end of Season 2. Close to it, anyway.
Anyway, the guy who played Hardison on Leverage, the guy who killed Sam, his name was Jake, right?
I need to watch that episode again. It's been a little while.