Will It Never End
For the purposes of this story all of the Winchesters friends are still alive as is John, with the exception of Mary and Jessica.
Disclaimer: Supernatural owns me, not the other way around.
Chapter One
Why is it that although he was the one his mother died for, he was the one tainted by demon blood, he was the one who set his family on the road they now travelled, he was the one who caused his girlfriend to die, he was the reason his father had been possessed, he was the reason his brother had nearly lost his life to the fucking demon they had been hunting their whole lives, he was the reason he and his dad thought his brother was dead, he was the reason Dean had had to find his way from fuck knows where to get back to them, he was the reason Dean had disappeared two hours ago in the middle of this hunt.
Dean always suffered in one way or another because of him. It's just so damn unfair.
Sam was practically tearing his hair out waiting for either his dad or Bobby to call him, to tell him they were nearly there, that they would find Dean in one piece.
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Two hours earlier
"Dean, we need to get help, this is bigger than we should try on our own, we need backup." Sam tried to talk some sense into his brother as they continued to search the largest room of the abandoned building Sam's research had led them to. So far what they'd found had been pretty disturbing. They had come across the remains of fourteen bodies, each impaled to the wall with a long black dagger on which there were engravings of pictures and words neither of them could make out. They had found what looked like witchcraft symbols painted in various places around the room, ceiling included, and they had found traces of sulphur leading them to believe that demons and witches had joined forces and were, for some reason, taking people, they couldn't tell from the remains whether they were male or female, and killing them.
"Why the hell are they taking them just to kill them, it doesn't make sense." Dean took in the grisly sight before him and had to admit he was as confused as hell.
"It's not as if they took them to possess them, they've simply killed them. But why?
"I have no idea Dean, but what I do know is that we need to get help. Witches and demons, this is big man, we have to get back up."
Dean turned to look at his brother before answering him. "I know. Let's get outta here and see if we can get a hold of dad and maybe Bobby."
"Yeah, like dads gonna answer his phone…."
"Don't Sam." Dean interrupted his brother before he could say anything more. "We haven't seen him for four months, so when he shows up lets not have an argument, try and get along, just for a little while. Okay!"
"It's not just me that starts the fights Dean, you know what he's like and yeah, okay, I'll admit, he was there for me when we thought you'd……..you'd……." Sam couldn't form the words of his worst fears, the fears he'd thought had come true just six months ago as he and his dad had identified a body, a body that looked exactly like his brother but was in fact a shape shifter, used to make the oldest and youngest Winchester believe that the middle member of their family was now gone.
Dean could see the toll the memories were having on his brother and quickly cut in, he couldn't bear to the see devastation on his little brothers face as his dark brown eyes filled, could never stand to see him hurt and if he could prevent it he would. He walked over to Sam, gave him a gentle slap on the back and continued towards the door as he spoke. "Come on, I doubt very much whether there'll be any cell reception in here anyway." With that he led the way out of the dark basement and into the cold winter sunshine.
"Sam, good to hear from ya boy. You and that idiot brother of yours okay?" Sam couldn't help but smile at hearing their friends' gruff voice.
"Yeah Bobby, we're both fine. Just need some help with a job is all."
"What're you hunting?"
Sam quickly filled Bobby in on the details of the hunt and what they'd found so far. He heard Bobby's intake of breath at the mention of both demons and witches.
"You boys wait for me to get there. Understand? Have you called your dad? Don't do anything until I get there, this could be bad, real bad and it won't do either of you boys any good to get caught up in whatever is going on."
"We won't, Dean's trying to reach dad now. What do you think it is Bobby?"
"We'll talk when I get there, just stay out of that building, you understand." With those words Sam heard the click which signalled the end of the call. He was curious to say the least as to what Bobby thought they were dealing with but above all he was just glad that the older hunter would be with them shortly.
Dean scrolled down the list of names in his phone and pushed the call button when he saw 'dad' displayed on the screen.
Ring. nothing.
Ring. nothing.
Ring. nothing.
Ring. nothing.
As he waited for the next ring Dean was sure he was about to hear his dad's answer message and was mentally preparing what he would say, not expecting to hear what came next.
"Dean? You and Sammy okay?"
"Dad? Yeah dad, we're fine. Just need a little help with this job."
"The disappearances? You need help with it? Seemed kinda straight forward."
"Yeah well, it's not. It looks like demons and witches have joined forces for one reason or another." Dean took a deep breath as he spoke, did his dad really think he would have called him if he and Sammy didn't really need to. After all both he and his brother knew just how important finding the demon was and as dad kept reminding them, sooner or later he was gonna catch that bastard and blast it back to hell.
"What did you say?"
Dean was brought back to the conversation at hand as his dad's voice filtered through the slight irritation he felt at the doubt he'd heard in his father's voice.
"I said ………."
"I heard what you said Dean."
Dean rolled his eyes as he waited for his father to continue.
"Stay out of there. Do not go inside no matter what."
"Why, what do you think it is?"
"Never mind that now, just stay out of there."
"Dad ma………" Dean got no further as his fathers voice bellowed at him from the other end of the phone.
"You and Sam stay out. That's an order."
"Yes sir."
"I should be there in a couple of hours max and Dean, call Bobby, we're gonna need help with this."
"Sam's already on it. Bobby's on his way." The only answer he received was the dial tone as his father ended the call.
"Dad's on his way."
"What! You mean he actually answered his phone?"
"I knew he would. He seems to know when we need help. Like a sixth sense. Hey, maybe you're not the only freaky psychic in the family Sammy."
"Shut up. As for dad sensing when we need him. I don't think so Dean, I mean, look at all the times we've tried to call him only to get his answer phone, like that time you were dying after the raw head, like that time you called him when we were helping helping Jenny out at our old house. Did he answer his phone? No! Did he show up? No.! How many other times has he let us down huh? Too many to count, that's how many.
"Sam I'm not doing this now. Dad's on his way lets just be glad about it, okay."
Sam was about to answer his brother when a scream ripped through the air, coming from the basement they had left only minutes before.
Dean sprinted the short distance to the entrance and was disappearing inside before Sam caught up with him, grabbing the back of his jacket in an attempt to stop his brother.
"Dean stop. You're not going in there; you heard what Dad and Bobby said. 'Do not go inside."
"Sam are you crazy? Did you hear that? Someone's in there and by the sound of it they need help. I can't just stand here and do nothing. Now you can either come with me or keep watch out here, but I'm going in." Dean's determined gaze levelled at his brother as he spoke.
"Alright, I'm coming with you but promise me you'll stay close and won't do anything stupid."
"Me, do something stupid. I'm offended Sammy."
Sam's only response was a snort and a whispered "Jerk" as he followed his pig headed brother into the building.
"Heard that. Bitch."
The two hunters, guns drawn, stealthily made their way inside the old building and down the worn stone steps until they reached the doorway of the large room they had left not thirty minutes ago. Dean reached for the handle of the heavy, solid, steel door only to find it was not properly closed, he looked at Sam and signalled for him to be ready for any surprises as he very slowly pushed the door further open. The room was in darkness, just as they had left it. Dean signalled right to Sam whilst he moved to the left. Just as Dean stepped over the threshold of the room a loud bang sounded behind them causing them to spin around, guard up should they need to protect themselves.
Seeing nothing Sam turned back to his brother just as the heavy old door to the room slammed shut, his brother on the other side of it.
"Dean? Dean what's going on?" When he got no reply he banged on the door with his fists and tried again. "Dean, if you can hear me answer me, DEAN." With his ear pressed to the door Sam heard the faint voice of his brother.
"Sam, why'd you shut the door?"
"I didn't."
"Well I sure as hell didn't."
"And I sure as hell didn't."
"Okay, okay, okay I think we've established neither of us shut the door, so who did?
"Maybe the wind blew it closed."
"The wind? Are you kidding me Sam?"
"It could've."
"No it couldn't. There's no wind."
"How d'you know?" Sam cringed at his own words imagining his brothers' incredulous face at the question and knowing he was going to suffer for it.
"How do I know?" Dean paused for effect. "Well for one, I'm the one in the fucking room and really, there's no wind."
"Second, the only opening into the room is the door you're on the other side of apart from the roof window, which is closed, in one piece and has two bars across it."
"Third, only my pain in the ass brother could think the fucking wind blew the fucking door shut."
"Now get that gargantuan, college boy brain into gear and help me get this fucking door open."
Sam could feel his colour rise as he listened to his brothers' rant but couldn't prevent what came out of his mouth next.
"Gargantuan. Dean, do you even know what that means?"
"I swear to god Sam, I'm gonna kick your ass when I get out of here."
"Yeah, sure you are Dean."
"Yeah, sure I am Sammy."
Sam looked around to see if he could find anything with which he could lever the door open but all he found were a few splinters of wood amongst the thick dust covering the old floor. "There's nothing here Dean. I'm gonna have to go out to the car and get a chisel or wrench or something that I can wedge between the door and frame to see if I can lever it open that way." Sam turned ready to leave when he heard a dull thud from inside the room.
"Dean? What was that? Dean can you hear me?"
No answer. Sam pressed his head closer to the door and tried again.
"Dean, answer me."
"Sam, oh god Sammy." Was all he heard before the silence returned.
Sam banged, kicked and threw himself at the door time and time again but it refused to give at all, the door was still firmly closed with Dean on the other side, injured.
Sam knew he had to go outside and get something to prise open the door but he really didn't want to leave his brother, he was scared that if he left he wouldn't be able to hear him when he came back but he knew that the only way he'd be able to help Dean was if he could get into that room, so with his heart pounding he ran as fast as his long legs would take him, out to the impala and the tools and weapons hidden in the trunk. With shaking hands he picked what he would need, his mind conjuring pictures of his brother injured or worse, whilst he continually berated himself for letting himself become distracted leading to he and Dean being separated.
"God I wish Bobby and Dad would get here." He said the words aloud as he juggled the load he'd taken out of the trunk whilst checking his phone to see if he'd missed any messages or calls from the two men he was waiting for. He raced back down to the basement and immediately called his brothers name but was met with silence. He worked as fast as he could, trying everything he could think of to get the door open but it just wouldn't budge. The whole time he was working Sam was talking to Dean, waiting for an answer but was rewarded with only silence.
The door resisted every attempt Sam made to get it open. It just would not give, not even a fraction of an inch. He was getting desperate, he'd been at it for ages now, the tips of his fingers were bloody, and his heart was pounding so fast he wouldn't have been surprised if it had jumped out of his chest, his head was killing him and still Dean was silent. It'd been too long, his brother had been alone in that room for two, long hours, anything could've happened to him.
Sam turned and ran back to the Impala, threw the trunk open and rummaged around, desperately trying to find something, anything which would open the damn door.
Out of the corner of his eye he saw movement in the distance.
"Oh thank god." He said to anyone who might have been listening. Bobby was finally here.
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He had complete faith in his brother. He knew Sam would get him out of here asap but he just couldn't help teasing the kid. After all what was the point of having a kid brother if you couldn't have a little fun at his expense now and again?
Scanning the area as he walked Dean noticed a few symbols he and Sam had missed earlier. Deciding to take a closer look Dean got as close to the wall as he could, examining every minor detail he saw, storing it away for future reference. He took a step back in disgust as he spoke to himself.
"Ugh, god." He fingered the symbol as he spoke, his fingers coming away stained with a thick, red liquid.
"Blood, fresh blood. It can't be from the bodies, they haven't had fresh blood in them for a while judging by the condition they're in. This place is still used. It has to be, even though the bodies are badly decayed, someone's still coming here." He kept up the commentary, mainly to kill the silence a little. He'd never coped well with silence.
He felt the presence rather than heard it. A scuffling behind him had him spinning around to face whatever was in the room with him. He felt himself thrust backwards against the hard, unforgiving wall. He had no time to recover his breath before a white hot pain tore through the left side of his stomach, he could feel pressure against his insides, could feel the blood soaking through his clothes, could hardly breathe. As his vision clouded he could hear Sam trying to get the door open but couldn't find the strength to say more than a few words.
"Sam, oh god Sammy." Was all he managed before the darkness closed in around him leaving him oblivious to the pain for the time being.
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Sam was pulling open Bobby's door even before the hunters truck had stopped.
"Whoa, hold on there Sam, what's the damn rush. You're gonna get yourself killed if you're not careful.
"Bobby, quick, it's Dean, he's locked in the room and there's something wrong, I heard him, and now he won't answer me, I've tried and tried and tried and nothing I do will get the door open, I've used everything we've got but it just won't budge. Come on." Sam grabbed a hold of Bobby's arm and practically dragged him to the entrance of the rundown old building holding his possibly injured brother in its largest room.
"What? Dean's in there? How long Sam? Bobby grabbed hold of Sam's shoulders and forced the youngest Winchester to calm down, to look at him before he continued.
"Sam, how long has Dean been in there?"
"A little over two hours."
Bobby frowned at the robotic answer he received from the frantic young man standing in front of him. He knew the signs of a sure fire Sammy panic and this was as good a one as he'd ever seen. The only thing that brought on one of these episodes was if there was a chance his brother was in danger.
"Two hours. Damn it Sam, I told you you both had to stay out of there. Why the hell don't you Winchesters ever listen?" Bobby regulated his voice as he took in Sam's trembling hands and rapidly filling eyes. He removed one hand from the young man's shoulder and spoke more quietly this time.
"Have you heard from Dean since he's been in there?"
"No. He won't answer again but I know he's hurt, I heard him hurt."
"What do you mean you 'heard him hurt'?"
"He said 'Sam, oh god Sammy' and his voice was all strained and low like he gets when he's hurting but trying not to be."
Bobby turned to look at the building whilst trying to figure out the best way to get into the basement and pull out the stubborn young hunter, who was, according to his brother, hurt and if this is what he thought it was then Dean would definitely be hurting, badly.
"And you say there's no other way in."
"No, that's the only door. There's a roof window but it has bars across it."
"Do you know how close to the door Dean is?"
"No, why?"
I was thinking maybe we could blast our way in but as we don't know where Dean is we can't risk it."
The two hunters were pulled from planning their rescue mission by the unmistakable rumble of the oldest Winchesters truck. John Winchester had arrived.
Jumping quickly from his vehicle John wasted no time in getting to the point.
"Sam I want you and Dean outta here now. Go to the nearest motel and Bobby and I will meet you there when we finish up here."
When Sam failed to move John was about to reissue his order but realised by the look on his youngest sons face that something was very, very wrong.
"Sam?"
"Dad, Dean……Dean's inside."
"Inside where?"
"There." Sam pointed to the entrance of the building.
"Well go get him out."
"I can't."
"Why."
"The doors stuck."
"Sam, there is no door. What the hell are you talking about?" The uneasy feeling that had been present in the pit of John Winchesters stomach since he'd received the call from Dean suddenly intensified.
"Sam, Where. Is. Your. Brother?
"In there, locked in a room."
"In there, locked in a room?"
"Yes."
"I gave strict orders that neither you nor your brother were to go back in there, so what happened."
"We heard a scream, from inside. We went to check it out but got separated and I've been unable to get the door open and Dean's hurt, I don't know how bad, I just know he's hurt."
"Dammit Sam, when I give an order…………………"
John was cut off by Bobby. "This is not the time for this; we have to get Dean out of there, fast."
John looked at his friend and nodded before speaking. "Damn right we do, let's just hope it's not too late." He looked at Sam before continuing. "We'll talk about this later, you boys know better than to ignore a direct order."
Sam was about to retaliate but stopped himself when he saw the look of worry, fear and desperation on his fathers face.
"Dad, what's going on? You know what this is don't you?"
Bobby stepped in before John could give his son some cock and bull story. "John, you're gonna have to tell him."
John Winchester gave a nod as his eyes rested on his youngest son. "I know."
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