A/N: I know that I've already got several stories going, but I had this idea, and I had to get it down.
THIS FIC IS FOR IRISHLASS16. Hope you enjoy!
DISCLAIMER: Don't own anything…I'm just borrowing…without permission…BUT I DIDN"T STEAL THEM, I SWEAR!
WARNINGS: Umm…I'll think of some later…
The Brothers Grimm
1:Time and time again:
"Sammy! Watch out!" Dean warned as the Time Demon phased into reality, right behind his brother.
Sam dropped and rolled, and just in the nick of time.
The Demon had reached out to throttle the youngest Winchester, but swiped nothing but thin air.
So the kid wasn't as rusty as Dean thought.
"Dean, we have to do something!" Sam cried, as he scrambled to his feet, clutching his side protectively.
He had definitely heard something crack when he hit the ground.
"Yeah, great observation college boy! But in case you've forgotten, we left dad's journal in the motel! We don't have the incantation!" Dean returned, rushing to his brother. As he saw the look of pain on his siblings face, he softened. "You okay Sammy?"
"Yeah, I think a cracked a few ribs though," Sam admitted sheepishly.
Around them a strong wind picked up, whipping Sam's ridiculous bangs in all direction.
God, the kid needs a haircut…Dean thought humorlessly as his giant brother stooped beside him.
"Do you think we can get away?" Dean inquired, taking a look over his shoulder, to see where the Demon had got too.
"I think I can hold it off, but I don't know for how long," Sam said stopping to catch his breath.
Ever since the brothers defeated the yellow-eyed demon, Sam's abilities had increased majorly.
He was now a full-fledged telekinetic, and his visions where more helpful in locating all the evil that was unleashed when the gates of hell broke open.
"Sammy, are you sure? It could hurt you!"
"I'll be fine, Dean…just give me a sec,"
Sam closed his eyes and probed at the white light in the centre of his being.
Slowly, the light grew, enveloped him and he felt a rush of adrenaline as the power pulsated through every vein in his body.
But the good feeling didn't last for long.
It never did.
"Sammy!" Dean cried as his little brother fell to the ground.
Dean dropped down next to him, converting immediately into big brother mode.
"Sammy, are you okay?" he inquired.
"Yeah…I'm…I'm fine…" Sam gasped, squeezing his eyes shut as he tried to ride the residual pain of his powers.
"Are you positive? Did you get him?"
"Yeah…but I dunno how long I can hold him off for…God, Dean, I'm so tired…"
"Tough Sam, we gotta get outta here, and I'm so not dragging your fat ass back to the car," Dean said, gripping his brother's forearm and attempting to pull him up.
"No, wait…I need a sec…I feel like I'm gonna hurl," Sam breathed.
"Yeah, we should definitely wait…I'm so not in the mood to redecorate my car with your breakfast," Dean said with a lopsided grin, trying to mask his big-brother concern.
Sam snorted. "You'd make me clean it up anyway," he said, with a quick smile of his own.
"Damn right I would Sammy, I wouldn't let you get away with blasphemy on the goddess of all cars! I'd make you lick up every last bit…"
"Ugh Dean…you're a sick bastard, you know that?"
Dean's grin widened. "Yeah, 'course I am little brother! It's my job…to be a pain in the ass to my pain in the ass brother," he quipped.
Sam chuckled, and pulled himself up slowly.
"Yeah I guess it is…oh and Dean? You're the one with the fat ass bro, not me,"
Dean glared at him jokingly. "It only seems that way from high up. I have a fine ass Sammy boy, a lot of chicks have told me so,"
Sam rolled his eyes. "You're just jealous cuz you're short," he bantered.
"No dude…you're tall, and unnaturally so, I might add. It's like you overdosed on a growth hormone or something," Dean shot back, with a quick flip of the bird.
"I can't help being so tall Dean, like I said, you're just jealous," Sam put on a face of mock seriousness.
"Bro, you are so full of shit…hey maybe that's why…Sam?" Dean frowned as his brother sunk back to the ground.
"Oooh," Sam moaned, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Dean…you need to get the journal…I don't think I can hold him back for much longer, he's too strong,"
"We are going, right now. C'mon Sammy, get up," Dean said firmly.
"I c-c-can't Dean…it hurts…" Sam said softly, as blood trickled from his nose and hugged the contour of his upper lip before dripping lazily to his chin.
"Your head? Is it him?" Dean asked, crouching once again to face his brother.
"Yeah…he's weakening me…trying to ram his way out…I'm not letting him, and he doesn't like it. He keeps pushing…" Sam gasped as a fresh wave of stabbing pain sliced through his head.
"Kinda like a fat chick stuck in a revolving door?" Dean asked.
Sam frowned at the analogy, but nodded nonetheless. "Yeah, I suppose…but I'm just guessing…never known a fat woman who got stuck in a revolving door,"
Dean snorted, but the laugh showed now humor. He was too damn worried.
"I'm not leavin' without ya kiddo, so you're gonna have ta get up…so I can drag your lazy ass back to the car. And don't pass out, cuz I'll leave you here," Dean warned, helping his brother up.
"Sure you will Dean," Sam muttered, allowing his brother to support him as they ambled back to the Impala.
Sam leant his lanky body on the frame of the classic car, as Dean unlocked the passenger side door.
"Right sasquatch, in you get…and don't get any blood on my seats. You'll ruin the upholstery."
The eldest shut the door and circled the car, getting in behind the wheel.
The door was pulled shut with a metallic squeal, and the engine rumbled to life, as Dean turned the key.
Sam rested his head on the window and sighed, as he felt more blood ooze from his nostrils.
"You okay Sammy? You need to hurl?" Dean inquired, as the car vibrated beneath them.
"Nah, I'm cool for now…lets just go, so we can get rid of this son of a bitch," Sam replied, closing his eyes.
"Agreed. But you have to stay awake Sammy. God knows what could happen if you fell asleep. You might unleash the bastard,"
Sam grunted in protest, but opened his eyes nevertheless.
Dean shifted the classic Chevy into drive, and as he did, he slipped one of his tape mixes into the player, and turned the volume up, hoping that the heavy bass of Def Leppard's 'Rock of Ages' would help Sam stay awake, and not make his headache worse.
"What do ya want? What do ya want? I wanna rock 'n' roll! Long live rock and roll!" Dean sang as his fingers tapped on the steering wheel to the beat.
As he belted out the tune, he threw Sam a few worried glances.
The kid was staring blankly out the window, his eyes glazed with pain.
A sheen of sweat coated his face, from the exertion of keeping the time demon at bay. His hair was drenched with it.
"Sammy…"
"Shhh…I need to concentrate. He's trying harder to break through. It's working too…" Sam said quietly, wiping the blood from his face with the sleeve of his jacket.
Dean shifted his eyes back to the road, and pressed his foot down harder on the gas. Slowly the needle landed on 100 and shuddered forward, as the eldest pushed the classic engine to its limits.
Sam gasped as the Demon pushed at the psychic wall he had set up, causing the pain to worsen.
The barricade buckled under the pressure, but did not break.
The youngest tried hard to fight back the tears of pain, but even as he willed them to dry, they slid down his cheeks and mingled with the remaining blood.
"It's okay Sammy…it'll be over soon…" Dean muttered his assurances, as much for his benefit as for Sam's.
"Oh God, Dean…" Sam moaned, taking chunks of his floppy hair and pulling at them, as if it would take the pain away.
"C'mon Sammy…just a little longer. We're almost there…" Dean grunted as he jerked the steering wheel to the left, to take the turn he almost missed.
The Impala squealed as it slid around the tight corner, white smoke billowing in their wake as Dean burnt rubber.
He quickly fought for control and got the car straightened on the road, before swinging the car once more, around a sharp corner, and into the parking lot of their current home.
Beside him, Sam was writhing in pain, moaning and clenching his fists as he fought for control.
The barrier cracked, and Sam let out an agonizing cry as the Demon tore at the physiological wound, bruising his consciousness.
Dean wasted no time. He jumped from the car and fished the motel key from his jacket pocket.
Hands shaking, he fought with the lock, as Sam's screams became more desperate.
The door jumped open and Dean rushed in, quickly grabbing the brown journal from beside the laptop.
By the time Dean reached the car, all had gone quiet.
Sam's eyes were closed and his breathing escaped in ragged gasps.
The wind picked up and an evil laugh floated across the breeze.
"Son of a…" Dean growled.
He flicked to the dog-eared page and began to chant the Latin verse with practiced ease.
He wasn't as good as Sam, but at the moment, his brother was unconscious, and Dean was the only one who could save him.
"Ablegatio Onis abi in malam," he began in a low monotone, the words rolling of his tongue. "Rem contero terere trivi tritum efficio,"
A pained screech reached his ears, but he did not stop.
"Ficere feci fectum secerno cernere," Dean stopped, as a heavy weight settled on his chest. Suddenly, he couldn't breathe.
"I don't think so Mr. Winchester," the ethereal voice whispered mockingly.
"F-f-fuck you b-bitch," Dean spat through gasps of air.
The demon cackled. "Oooh, that's not nice, now is it? You've really screwed up this time, haven't you Dean? C'mon, finish it! Lets see if you can!" it cried gleefully.
"C-c-crevi cretum eiectio Onis iuguolo, infinitas—"
The demon pressed harder. "I don't think so…" he whispered. "You've read me your little story. Now it's my turn. Transporto diversus tempus temporis pono posui positum," it recited, with a quick smile.
Dean struggled weakly but the black was creeping in from all sides, impairing his peripheral vision.
"No…" he croaked.
" Agnitio oris excessum exsisto cruciamentum poena formidilosus…"
Dean could feel his muscles contort and twist painfully as the scene around him turned foggy and grey. The pressure on top of Dean increased, pushing down on his chest. The hunter's eyes rolled into the back of his head as his oxygen starved lungs screamed for air.
"Expleo explevi expletum!" Cried the demon.
Those were the last words Dean heard before he was lost in the swirling darkness of his own unconsciousness…
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