They just caught up to the werewolf, but they got too cocky. Suddenly, the wolf turned and attacked Sam. He got bit. Dean watched as he slid to the floor, slowing losing consciousness. Quickly, he reacted and killed the wolf, avenging his brother. He went over to his brother. The was no breathing, no pulse. Dean couldn't believe it. His brother was... dead.
Dean woke up in a cold sweat with tears streaming down his cheeks. He quickly wiped his face and ran to Sam's room. Sam was sitting on his bed, researching some lore. He looked up at Dean with a confused face. "Sam" Dean said, relieved. Sam got up, "What's wrong?" he asked as he stood up. "I had a dream that you got killed by a werewolf, and I had to make sure it wasn't a memory." Dean replied as he engulfed himself into Sam's larger frame. "I wouldn't be able to live without you." He finished into Sam's shoulder. Sam hugged him and rubbed his back, "Don't worry, you'll never have to live without me."
