Transference Revisited

Hi guys ;0) - Thank you so much for the possitive response to Transference. I quickly typed up the first chapter of Transference Revisited on the weekend. Hope you enjoy it and I hope I do Sammy justice ;0)

Disclaimer: I want to own them ... but I dont ;0)

Warning: Mild language et al (revisited - grin)

Chapter 1

"I said drop it!!"

Oh Lord, I hope the sheriff doesn't shoot me … well for two obvious reasons. Firstly, if the bullet doesn't kill me, it's definitely gonna hurt (and I really hate pain) … and secondly, Dean will blast him so full of holes they'll have to play 'match-the-dots' to make a positive ID, and he's already in enough shit with the law as it is. My aim remains steady, this Lich isn't getting out of here alive. I look into her murky eyes and feel the dread wrap itself around my heart. I think I'm probably more than likely gonna hurl.

"Like I said before sheriff, this isn't what it looks like!" Oh crap, Dean is seriously pissed, I can hear it in his voice. Shit! He'd better not do anything stupid.

"Listen boys, I don't know what your 'beef' is with this young gal, but this ain't the answer! Now lower your guns slowly and let's discuss it all civilized like."

This is definitely ending in a blood bath if I can't convince the sheriff that the girl standing in front of us is not what she seems. But how do you explain the bizarre world of the Supernatural in layman's terms to those who've never dealt with it before. He wont believe me, but I have to try anyway cause if I don't diffuse this situation quickly, Dean's gonna go all 'gun-ho' on my ass. "Sheriff, I know this looks bad, but please, you've got to trust me when I tell you that the thing standing before us is a murdering monster!"

It took us four days to track this bitch. It would have been three if Dean weren't so friggin stubborn. This place is so way out in the sticks that the map on 'Google Earth' turned out to be as useful as the 'glow-in-the-dark' condom Dean put in my jacket pocket (for just in case) … god I really need to get laid. I suggested we ask for directions, which instantly accompanied a snort of disgust. So instead we had to drive past 'Daryl's Lawnmower Emporium' three times before we were back on track. We eventually drove into 'The Village of the Damned' with their replacement 'village idiot' behind the wheel of his classic 1967 Chrome Black Chevy Impala … snort!

Dean pulled out a pair of fake ID's when we got to the sheriff's office. There are millions of names out there, but he could only come up with FBI agents Smith and Jones, which he thought was hilarious. It always surprises me that we aren't sitting in jail somewhere with Baba and his cronies. I told him that the sheriff was looking at us suspiciously but he just brushed me off with 'you worry too much Sammy my boy!' I hate it when he does that, and it's Sam. But I was right, the sheriff was suspicious, cause here he is, firm in the belief that we are about to murder a harmless young girl.

I'm almost expecting Dean to rattle off one of his 'code words' so I'll have an idea what's going on in that head of his. I remember spending a night learning them by heart just because I accidentally got kidnapped by two idiots who thought I was someone famous and wanted money for my safe return. They let me phone Dean who apparently was right in the middle of the 'no pants dance' with some chick and before I could explain the situation he told me he was really, really busy right NOW and he'd phone me back. When he eventually realized something was wrong two hours later, he tracked me down to the flea bag motel, just as I was trussing up the last of the unconscious kidnappers. I tried to explain that I can take care of myself but he wouldn't hear it. He was fuming, I'd never seen him that mad … shouting at himself for being a careless, selfish, stupid, jackass. When he finally calmed down he decided there and then that we needed 'code words' just in case one of us was in trouble. His devotion to me scares me sometimes, so I didn't argue when he handed me the list. But I did chuckle when I read some of them … 'Freebird' if we're kidnapped, 'Funky Town' if someone has a gun on us, 'Rock n Roll' to duck out of the way, 'Hells Bells' for a no-holds-barred shootout and 'Owie' (I lifted my eyebrows) if we are seriously wounded and near death … god I hope I don't have to use Owie.

"You boys are already knee deep in the compost, so lets not make matters worse, you need to put your gun's down so that …"

I've been waiting for a sign, and there it is, the Lich's eyes move slightly to the left and my finger pulls the trigger just as it flashes out of my line of fire …

"POWW!!"

I only manage to wing it. I'm surprised the sheriff hasn't made a move so I spin around, he has that 'deer in the headlights' look on his face. Crap! I jump slightly when Dean fires …

"POWW!!"

… he misses …

"Shit!"

This thing is faster than anything I've ever seen. I try to aim but it's almost impossible to keep track of it with the naked eye. It flickers past Dean and I see it reach out and touch him as it darts by. Oh shit, please tell me it didn't just touch him. The Lich is finally in my sights again but I can't shoot. The sheriff seems to come to his senses as he turns around and aims. I have to stop him. I don't hesitate as I point directly at his back and fire, my gun jams. Oh shit! I'm running forward instinctively … Dean's gonna be seriously pissed but I've already made up my mind … if the sheriff fires I'm gonna throw myself in front of the bullet. I'll do anything to protect my big bro. I see it happening in slow motion, oh god, I'm not gonna make it. The Lich is hovering in the door way, it knows it can escape, but it smiles tauntingly. I watch in horror as the sheriff's finger pulls the trigger …

"NOOOOOOO!"

"POWW!!"

The Lich is hit straight in the chest.

I skid to a stop. My whole body jerks at the sound of the impact reverberating around the room. My eyes dart to Dean, he's looking at the Lich, he doesn't see the blood blossoming on his shirt. Oh god … please … No! I'm rushing forward again and slide to a stop in front of him, bending down to look into his pale face. I'm too scared to touch him, he's hurt, oh god he's hurt real bad. He's eyes are unfocused … he must be in shock …

"No … No … No …!" This can't be happening.

"Coughhhh!"

Shit … there's blood coming out of his mouth. Shit! Shit! Shit!

"You're okay, I've got you, I've got you!"

Oh god Dean … I grab him, trying to hold him up … he doesn't realize until he looks down at his hands. His hands are over the wound, blood seeping between his fingers. He looks me in the eye as he mutters …

"Oh shit! Oh Shit!"

… it's like a slap in the face. I wasn't on time … I didn't save him … he's probably dying … oh please dear god, don't let him be dying.

My heart constricts and unshed tears fill my eyes. No … No … I'm not gonna let him die … I'm gonna save him … save him from this … save him from the deal with the demon ... save him in spite of himself. For the first time, I understand why Dean did what he did. If he felt anywhere near the pain I'm feeling right now, I can understand his decision. Just the thought of really loosing him for good is making me shake. I need to pull it together for Dean's sake.

"Coughhhh! Ouch!"

He's in pain, I swallow hard. His legs begin to buckle but I hold him securely against me as we both sink to the floor. I turn him into my hold so that his back rests up against my chest. I need to keep his torso elevated and his airway open. His head falls back onto my shoulder and I look into his too pale face. I really need to get him to a hospital, but how am I supposed to explain this. My indestructible big brother is lying in my arms shaking, dying … it just doesn't feel real. There's blood everywhere. I try to block the fact that it's Dean's life blood rushing through my fingers as I push down hard on the wound. He cries out.

"AAAAAH shit Sammy!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I've got to stop the bleeding Dean!"

The sheriff kneels next to us, he seems to have found his voice, "What the hell just happened?"

"You Bastard!"

If I weren't holding Dean right now I'd probably be tearing this guy a new one. The rage boiling inside is new to me. Lately when I get angry I just want to lash out at the world, to hell with the consequences. And this stupid idiot over here wouldn't listen, he wouldn't listen and this is the result. Shit … why did it have to be Dean?

"Look what you've done … look what you've done!!"

"Sammy? It's okay, he didn't know …" He's holding onto my arm with what little strength he has left. It doesn't surprise me that he's so forgiving, he doesn't see it in himself, but he's the noblest person I've ever met. I look down at him and the rage is immediately replaced with love.

My heart nearly stops at the next words that come out of his mouth.

"Owie! Owie! Owie!"

I don't know if he realizes what he's saying but I go straight into panic mode. It doesn't help matters when his breath hitches and his eyes suddenly close.

"Oh god … is he … is he dead?" I give the sheriff a murderous look.

"NO! NO!" I quickly feel for a pulse in his neck. Please let there be a pulse. My hand is shaking as I eventually find it, it's weak, but he's alive and only when I see his chest rising and falling shallowly do I also start breathing again.

"Listen kid, I'm really, really sorry … I just didn't know. I've never seen anything like this before, it still feels like I'm having a bad dream."

Dean's words echo in my head … he didn't know … and suddenly the urge to fight leaves me. I need this guys help because Dean needs me and I can't do this on my own. I force a smile to my face.

"I know … its okay … it still freaks me out and we deal with this kinda shit on a daily basis. But right now my brother needs medical attention. We need to patch him up as best we can before we move him. There's a small first aid kit behind the drivers seat in our car."

He smiles back, "If you want a first aid kit, best use mine. It's in the squad car, I'll quickly go and fetch it and call for backup."

Oh Shit. "No, please, please don't sheriff. We aren't very popular with the law at the moment."

He looks at me accessingly before he finally nods his head.

"Okay, no backup. But I was a medic with the Marine Cor and I'm gonna help you get your brother to the nearest medical facility as quickly as possible."

He looks back over his shoulder, "and you can stop calling me sheriff, the name's Hal."

"Thanks … Hal. I'm Sam and this is my brother Dean…" my family, all I have left in this world "...we really appreciate your help."

Hal rushes off to get the supplies while I keep an eye on Dean's erratic breathing. I send up a quick prayer … it can't hurt.

TBC …