Title: Here comes the Fear
Rating: K
Summary: Ever since Sam killed the hell hound, his life had been changing. How long could he keep his secrets from his brother? Set in final scene of Season 8 Episode 16
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Sam scratched his hands on the inside of the bathroom door trying in vain to grab the handle when his legs buckled under him. The pain in his stomach was so severe he doubled over barely having enough time to ease his fall. It felt like his insides were being scraped out with a razor sharp ice cream scooper. He quickly crawled over to the toilet bowl and lifted the lid in time to cough up his insides. He had to close his eyes when he saw the bloody vomit fall out of his mouth. When the pain finally eased, he spat out one last time then flushed it down. He turned around and sat with his back to the wall. He leaned his head back on the cold tiled wall and closed his eyes, hoping his brother hadn't heard a thing.
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Dean was sitting on the edge of his bed doing the one thing he always considered a sign of weakness. He was praying. "You keep a look out for my little brother, okay?" he finished. He looked up to the heavens then turned around hoping to see his angelic friend appear behind him but he was alone. "Where the hell are you, man?" He sighed and kicked off his boots allowing his head to fall on his pillow as the old bunker moaned around him. Moaned and scratched... then thud. Dean opened his eyes quickly. "Thud?!" he thought and instantly thought someone was trying to break in. He grabbed a riffle that was hanging to his bedroom wall and in his bare feet, quietly tip-toed after the noise. He passed his brother's room to find it empty. The kitchen was also empty as well as the library and hall. Then he heard someone heaving and the unnerving noise of little splashes. "Sam," he mumbled to himself and raced towards the bathroom.
The noises had stopped by the time he reached the door. He placed his ear to the heavy door and heard the man inside sigh and flush.
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Sam grabbed a nearby towel and wiped the sweat from his face and neck. His eyes opened when he heard a tapping noise on the door. "Hey Sammy?" his brother gently spoke. "You nearly done? I need to take a leak." Sam smiled and tossed the hair out of his eyes. "Yeah man, I'm just..." his jaw dropped when he noticed the damage he had done.
The inside of the door was heavily scratched like a mad dog trying to get in or a man, buried alive, trying to get out. He looked down at his fingers. They weren't torn or damaged but he could see tiny flecks of paint under his nails.
Who was he becoming? What was he becoming? The knock on the door got a little louder as the concern grew. "You okay, Sammy?" Sam shook he head. No, he was definitely not okay. He quickly stood up and looked around the bathroom. He had been hiding the changes so well he thought maybe he could hide the scratches too. But all he could find was toothpaste, hair gel and shaving foam.
He could hear a heavy sigh coming from the man on the other side of the door. "Hey man, I don't want to invade your privacy but if you don't open the door in the next ten seconds, I'm going to have to go 'here's Johnny' style on the door."
Sam stared at himself in the mirror. He glanced at the door behind his shoulder and back to his face. Maybe it was time to tell his big brother the truth. His head dropped in a heavy sigh. He turned, placed his hand on the handle and opened the door.
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