Sam Winchester, Do You Believe in Miracles?

Sam runs through the night
after the lingering shadow
of his brother.
As he runs he thinks of all
the times he’s done this,
as a child, as a man.
He looks through doors until
he finds it. The room he knows
Dean will choose.
His heart begins to race even more
as he rounds the last corner.
For there sits his brother on the floor
bloody and tired not far from death.
Above him stands their enemy
his arms pulled back with a blade
in his hands. Not just any blade
but Dean’s blade.
Sam comes to halt just feet from his brother
and watches awe stricken as the blade sinks in.
After a few seconds awe gives way to anger
and he charges, at what he doesn’t care.
By the time he reaches the enemy is gone into thin air
but not his anger, he pushes it back for the next time they meet.
He falls to his knees putting his hands on his brother’s chest
tries to stop the bleeding but he knows it’s too late.
But he has to try, even if it’s in vain.
He reaches down to pick Dean up but he stops him
Sam looks in his eyes and sees the sorrow there
but Dean being Dean smiles and says “I’m proud of us, Sammy.”