Missing man

If I told you what I was,

Would you turn your back on me?

And if I seem dangerous,

Would you be scared?

I get the feeling just because

Everything I touch isn't dark enough

That this problem lies in me

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Present time…

Dean Winchester opened his eyes, feeling tired and with a "I could eat an elephant" kind of hunger. His whole body was sore and his plaid shirt was bloody, but that was not what called his attention in that moment. When he tried to move, felt something restraining him. His eyes could not focus on the object that was around his limbs, but judging by the material guessed that it was rope. A very thick and wet rope.

"What the…", said in low voice

"Dean"

The elder Winchester followed the direction of the man's voice, and saw Castiel. He was standing two feet away from him, his body was tense and with a lot of blood on his trench coat, hands and neck.

"Cass? What's happening?"

The angel gave him a suspicious look, and moments later threw something to his face. He closed his eyes when that happened, tasting salty water. His mind was still a mess, and frustration was growing inside him.

"Welcome back Dean", said Castiel smiling at him, still kind of tense

"I… What happened? Don't remember anything…"

His body started shaking, and it seemed like time had stopped. It could have passed a minute or ten hours, but he wouldn't have noticed anyway. He saw how Castiel stepped inside the Devil trap, that for the record didn't know was there, and carefully cut the ropes with a knife that belonged to Sam.

Dean tried to ask something, but Cass just told him to keep quiet for few moments. The elder Winchester was a man that didn't like to be told what to do, however this time he obeyed him. Maybe that was how Sam had felt when Lucifer was inside his head, and was too tired and weak to even fight the rules inside the psychiatric hospital.

Cass helped him to walk towards his bedroom, that he had decorated with his guns, and pictures of him and his dead mother. The bed was not as comfortable as he had believed when first entered inside the place, but it didn't matter. He had been in worse places, and having a roof and four walls was all that he needed. He and Sammy had lived in motels all their lives, so the bunker was the closest place that they could call home. While thinking about his room, remembered Sam. He needed to see him. A weird feeling in his guts was telling him that he could be in danger, and that was not something that he could ignore. He had to take care of Sammy, like he had done since their mother passed away, and their father went away for weeks or even months, leaving them alone.

"Cass… Sam. Where is he? Need to see him"

"You need to rest Dean. I will call him… later"

"Where did he go? What's happening to me?!", said out loud starting to close his eyes as soon as his heavy head met the pillow of his bed

Castiel answered something, but he couldn't understand him. He was exhausted and needed to close his eyes. He didn't want to, but he had no choice in the matter since the darkness claimed him.

Dean's dream…

Dean was awoken by a laugh that made "echo" on the corridor. It seemed familiar, but he still could not identify it. He got up from one of the chairs in the war room, looking for a tool or something to defend himself. Someone had entered inside the bunker, and whoever it was, was getting closer as the seconds passed.

When he saw Sam's favorite gun on the table took it and checked it was charged. Luckily it was, because there was no way that he could find more bullets in time, before the man would appear in sight.

"Sammy? Come here Sammy! Big brother wants to see you! Been a long time since we had a nice brotherly love moment, right?", said the man

If he was not going crazy, he could swear that that voice was HIS voice. How could that be even possible? What the hell was happening? Maybe a damn shapeshifter took his form, or a monster was imitating his voice. He had to find Sam before the monster did!

As quiet as he could, started walking through the many corridors that the bunker had. Five minutes later he was still searching for his younger brother, but Sam was nowhere to be found. He started to worry, while the man became angrier by the lack of his sibling's presence.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are Sam! I am gonna find you, and if you don't fight me I might give you a quick death! Just think about that little brother... I am your reaper Sammy!"

"You touch my little brother and I will kill you, you stupid son of a bitch!", yelled Dean pissed. No one threated his brother and lived to tell the story. Anyone.

Dean saw how Sam, who was now wearing a sling, opened the door of one of the rooms and looked for the presence of the monster that was hunting him. He looked everywhere nervous with the demon killing knife that Ruby had given him a long time ago, but he didn't see him. How come he didn't see him? He was practically in front of him!

"Sammy, we gotta go, move!" whispered the elder Winchester trying to call his brother's attention.

Sam started moving towards the left corridor, trying to be quiet even though Dean could notice that he could barely breath. His kid brother was having a panic attack, and was ignoring him like he was nothing! If this was a game for him, he was gonna kick his ass!

"Sammy! I'm gonna find you, you know? You can run from me, but you can not do it forever. I am not leaving until I kill you! I don't wanna be cured! The old Dean died, but don't worry about him. He's deep asleep in this awesome body of his. I am the new Dean" said the monster, while Dean followed Sam making sure that he was alright. He prayed to Cass for help, but the angel didn't appear.

He had been using the stolen grace of another angel. Both men knew that as it started to fade; the harder was to be able to hear the angel radio or their prayers. If he couldn't help his brother, Sam was screwed! He needed to do something!

"Sammy, hide in the dungeon! The son of a bitch is not going to find you in this secret room", whispered Dean again, even knowing that Sam could not hear him or see him for some strange reason.

Dean tried to open desperate the wooden door losing the sight of his baby brother, but the cry of pain that came from Sam's mouth made be alert, running towards him.

When he found him, saw that Sam was on the floor barely conscious with blood on one side of his head, while an evil version of him was standing and looking at him with a little smile of satisfaction.

"You didn't expect the hammer, did you? I am gonna have so much fun with you Sammy, so much fun!", said "Dean"

"Leave him alone you bastard. If you want to kill somebody, kill me!", screamed, but again, the monster couldn't hear him

"D'n. I-I can still cu-cure you" said Sam while trying to stand up using his only good arm

"I don't thi-think so Sammy. Have you heard my speech? I don't wanna be cured!" said "Dean" mocking him

"Dean" kicked him in the stomach twice, and the elder Winchester watched as his little brother curled up trying to avoid the hits unsatisfactorily. Dean couldn't touch his brother to move him or kick the guy in the nuts. He was watching how something was beating Sam without any kind of mercy, which was adding more pain since his younger sibling was already hurt.

"D'n… Pl'se" said Sam barely whispering, not trying to dissimulte hide the tears that were dliding their way down his cheeks.

"It's time to say goodbye Sammy. I am gonna take care of you, you'll see!" said "Dean", hitting Sam's head with his hand in the shape of a fist. Sam was knocked out at the instant, and moments later the monster carried his limp body in his arms, heading towards the stairs, going out of the bunker and taking the Impala with it. He could not get out to save his brother, he was trapped inside the bunker while his brother was seriously hurt or maybe even dying!

"Sam! Sammy! Saaaaam!"

"Dean, wake up! Dean!"

Dean was aware of Castiel's voice, which sounded worried

"Sam… Sammy", he whispered.

It took Dean five minutes to get over his nightmare, while Castiel sat on the bed next to him as a way of support.

"I assume that you just had a nightmare", said Castiel

"Where's Sammy, Cass? Please, I need to see him"

"I… There is something that I must tell you Dean. Something about you and your brother"

Dean looked at him, and knew deep inside that he was under the storm. His whole world was about to fall down, he sensed it.

"Dean, I am sorry. I couldn't save him. I couldn't save Sam…"

"What? What do you mean with that?!"

The angel looked at him, but didn't say anything. How could he say that Sam was dead, and Dean, but not Dean at the same time, had been the one that did it?

TBC…

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Hey guys! I have had this fic on my mind for days, but because of health reasons could not manage to write it until today. If you like it, please review! J