Stay With Me-Prologue
Sam shivered as they continued to walk on top of the snow. The blizzard seemed to be eating them alive.
"Why the hell are we out here in the first place?" He bellowed to Dean.
"I think dad went this way," Dean shouted back. "To track the demon that killed mom."
Sam frowned as he made sure his scarf was still around on his face.
"You think he went to Alaska?!" He called out doubtfully.
"Yeah, I do!"
"Why?!" They had to shout to be heard above the roaring winds.
Dean paused. For some reason Sam could tell he didn't want to tell Sam something.
"Because," he shouted back. "I'm the oldest!"
Sam snorted.
"That doesn't answer anything!" He accused.
"Sure it does!" Sam could hear the grin in Dean's voice and shook his head while chuckling a bit. He didn't notice it when he stepped forward and fell into an ice covered pond.
Dean heard the sound of icebreaking, a splash, and Sam yelling from behind him. Quickly he turned around and squinted his eyes, the blizzard making it difficult to see.
"Sam?!" Fear lodged in his throat and he rushed back, stumbling over the snow. He fell once, it felt like the snow was trying to suffocate, but he pushed himself back up. He continued to hear the splashing of the water. "I'm coming Sammy!" He bellowed. Finally he saw the hole where his brother was struggling to stay above the surface.
Without hesitating he dropped to the ground and reached his hand out to grab Sam's. For a moment both of their hands touched. Sam started to slip, but with gritted determination Dean grabbed Sam's hand tighter and pulled him out of the water that seemed determined to try and kill his brother. He dragged him as far away from the hole as he could and stared in shock at Sam as he rolled him over. He rolled Sam over and stared at how pale his face was, how blue the lips looked. What troubled him the most was he couldn't see Sam's chest move. Sam wasn't breathing.
"Sam? Sammy!" He shouted and stared as his brother would move. He ignored how cold he was as he gritted his teeth in determination. No, just no! Sam was not going to die, not like this! "Come on Sammy, don't do this to me! Stay with me!"
He pressed his trembling hands onto Sam's chest, pressing on it as hard as he could as he tried to steady his hands.
"Come on, don't do this to me Sammy," he muttered as he leaned Sam's head back and opened his mouth. He pressed his own mouth against Sam's, giving him his own oxygen.
"1, 2, 3," he then said grimly as he pressed on the chest again. Again the routine was repeated. He pressed his mouth against his brother, breathed into it, and paused. When nothing happened he placed his hands over Sam's chest. "1, 2,3," he found himself repeating. Damn it, how come he couldn't stop his voice from trembling? "I'm not gonna lose you like this, Sammy, you hear me?! Stay with me kid!"
1, 2, 3, and again. 1, 2, 3, breathe oxygen into the body, pause, "Damn it Sam, don't to this to me!" The roaring wind pounded in his ears like drums. Panic siezed control over him. He couldn't help get over how still his brother was. Like one of the corpses they would burn.
"No," he muttered. "No." He was about to press again when Sam started to cough up water and gasp for breath. "Sammy?" He asked hopefully, his eyes widened anxiously. "Sammy?" He couldn't see Sam breathing. He pressed his head against his brother's chest. He felt it, but it was barely there. Sam let out a soft moan. "Sammy?" He asked again, hope in his voice. Sam's breathing became more and more shallow as Dean saw his head roll to his side.
"No." Dean stared at him and than quickly felt for a pulse. As he did so he felt how cold Sam's skin was. Colder than he thought it was going to be. But he sighed when he felt the pulse. It was clear now, to him, that Sam had went into shock and had lost consciousness while doing. But at least he was still alive. One thing was clear, though. He had to get Sammy to some kind of shelter, and fast.
He tried to ignore the howling winds as they pounded into his ears like drums as he scooped up his freezing, limp, brother. He stared into nothingness but grimly he stepped forward, not having any other choice. Only the noise of the blizzard kept him company.
As he walked the snow decorated his eyelashes and covered his hair. He had forgotten how chapped his own lips were when he glanced at the still blue coloring that was on his brother's lips. He tried to control his hands from shivering. The gloves hardly kept the cold out. His toes were numb. Dean shook his head. He should have gotten better boots. They were probably frostbitten.
But it was Sam that he was worried about. How pale his brother looked. How he didn't move . Dean pressed Sam closer to his body, desperatly trying to transfer some sort of warmth to his brother. Quickly he took off his own scarf and wrapped it securely around Sam's face. He continued to hug him tightly.
Finally in image of what looked like a shack appeared in front of them. He stared in shock as he continued to walk it, convinced it was a hallucination.
"Thank God," he breathed as they walked closer and he saw that it was real. Dean pushed the door open, it fell easily. Inside was a small deserted room. There was no fireplace, no blankets. It was bare, but it was shelter. He tossed down the few supplies he managed to carry. Most he had to leave behind. He took out the two blankets they had. It wouldn't be enough to keep Sammy warm. He knew what he had to do. Too panicked to blush he laid Sam onto the ground. Quickly than he laid a blanket on it as well as moved Sam on away from the hard surface.
Than he took started to take off his brother's clothes. As fast as he could he unbuttoned the still soaking wet clothes. In equal speed he took Sam's tight wet jeans from him as well. That took longer, though. Wet jeans were never easy to take off. Finally his clothes were off. Dean paused before undressing himself as he stared at his brother's naked body. An odd feeling swept over him. Why, though? It wasn't like he hadn't seen Sam naked before. Was it because he hadn't for a while now? He banished those thoughts from his mind quickly. He had no time to waste, he had to get his brother warm, and fast. Quickly he stripped. It was a lot easier process seeing how his clothes were dry.
And as panic seized him again he grabbed the only other blanket they had as he laid down next to his brother. Shivering from the cold he pressed his warm skin onto the cold, pale, wet skin of his brothers. He covered themselves with the blanket and wrapped his arm around Sam's chest as he pressed his head on the back of Sam's neck. He closed his eyes and hugged his brother even more tightly than before, trying to ignore the fact that his cock was brushing against Sam's exposed leg.
He sighed . Now all he could do was wait. Wait for his brother to wake up, wait for morning to rise and wait for the storm to finally be over...