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Summary: WARNING SPOILERS: This story refers to Season 2 episodes! Takes place after Born Under a Bad Sign – Sam's worst nightmare has come true, can he still go on? Dean's life may depend on it.
Raven 524: This story is taking place after Born Under a Bad Sign and will refer to other episodes from Season 2. If you haven't watched any of season 2 and don't want to know what is happening, then don't read this story. This is picking up right after Dean and Sam left Bobby's house. I couldn't help but wonder, what exactly had happened during that week and how the boys would deal with the reality that now they may be even more alone. More hunters on their trail, the FBI and of course the demon; who can they turn to now? This probably won't be a long story, but just felt I had to answer some of those burning questions…hope you all enjoy!
Blind Faith
Chapter 1 – Aftermath
Dean knew that they needed to stop soon. His shoulder was on fire and he was exhausted. Over a week of hunting for Sam combined with his injuries were wearing him down. He looked at his brother who other than a brief conversation had remained unusually quiet and withdrawn.
They had been on the road for over 10 hours, heading south west away from Bobby and away from the scene of Steve Wendell's murder. Dean knew that he had to get as much distance between them and that event to protect Sam. He knew that Sam was exhausted as well, but this time the wounds weren't something that Dean could easily see. Sam had been shaken to the core by the possession and Dean knew that his brother wouldn't let it go easily.
He had meant what he said to Sam. He would do everything in his power to save Sam, there was no other option. Dean had known from the start that Sam was not to blame for what happened. He knew his brother and he knew that Sam was not evil. No one would ever convince him that Sam would turn evil. Sam never understood Dean's blind faith in his father and Dean was sure that he didn't understand his blind faith in Sam's ability to avoid whatever the demon had planned for him.
Dean saw a sign for a hotel coming up and decided to call it a night. "Sammy?"
No response. "Sammy, heh man…you need to snap out of it. I'm going to pull in for the night…maybe stay a few days until we get back on our feet. Then we'll figure this out…ok?"
Sam just sat in the car and continued to stare straight ahead. He heard his brother, knew that Dean had saved him this time, but he also knew that Dean would never be able to kill him. That had been made clear over the past couple of days. As much as Sam hated to admit it…Dean's promise to kill him had been the only thing keeping him sane.
Sam jerked as he felt the car door open and looked up to see Dean swaying on his feet. "Come on Dude, time to head inside." Sam moved quickly as he watched Dean sway again, his eyes glazed with what Sam suspected was a fever.
"Dean!" Sam cried as he quickly caught his brother on his way to the pavement. Without thinking, Sam picked Dean up and quickly made his way to the room that was on the key. He gently placed Dean on the bed and felt his brother's forehead as he watched the pain flicker across his brother's face.
"Dean, you're running a fever. Hold on while I get the first aid kit." Sam moved quickly to gather their stuff from the Impala as he made his way back to his brother. He quickly removed the make shift bandage and sighed at the infection he saw. "I'm so sorry Dean."
Sam said as tears gathered in his eyes. He was responsible for this.
Sam shook his head and retrieved the supplies he would need to fix Dean's shoulder. A short time later, he had tucked Dean into bed after waking him briefly to give him an antibiotic and pain killer from their supplies. Dean hadn't said a word, just nodded and fell immediately back to sleep.
Sam sat on the other bed and once again began to stare into the distance. He had Dean's gun on the nightstand and had salted the windows and doors, yet he still didn't feel safe. He would stand guard over Dean, he owed him that much. But as Sam sat there in the early evening hours, his mind once again began to work on the problem. Should he continue or just end it now before it was too late.
Sam's eyes filled with tears as he realized how unfair he had been to Dean. He of all people should have known what it felt like to try to kill someone you love…he hadn't been able to kill his own father. And yet, he had expected Dean to do what he could not…it wasn't fair and Sam would never ask Dean to do that again. No he had to figure out a way to live with this or to end it. In the end it was his problem to solve.
Dean moaned in his sleep and began to toss on the bed. "No, Sammy, I'll save you. Please…can't…..can't do this….rather die…."
Sam moved over and placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, removing the washcloth he had placed on Dean's forehead earlier, he rinsed it and began to wipe the sweat from Dean's face. "Shhh…Dean, it's ok. I'm here." Sam jumped when he felt Dean clamp onto his wrist.
"Don't leave me Sammy…promise…promise not to leave me!" Dean locked his gaze with Sam's begging his brother with his eyes as he moaned again from the pain in his shoulder.
Sam grabbed his brother's hand and squeezed. "I promise Dean, I won't leave you until you're better ok?"
Dean blinked and tried to look closer at Sam, but Sam quickly stood and moved to rinse the wash rag again. "Sammy…" Dean tried, knew that he had to reach Sam, but he was just so tired. In the end, he let the darkness take him away from the pain and away from Sam.
Sam placed the cool rag on Dean's forehead and went back to sit on his own bed. He looked at the gun lying on the table and pulled it towards him. Releasing the safety, he felt the cool comfort of the grip in his palm. He looked at Dean and swallowed hard, fighting back the tears. Then without thinking he put the safety back on and placed the gun back on the table.
As the hours passed, Sam's eyes finally closed and he drifted off to an uneasy sleep.
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One state over a dark presence was on the prowl. Finally, it found what it was looking for in a bar. The man sitting at the bar asked for another round to drown his sorrows, his despair was calling the monster to him. A moment later, the trembling hand holding the whiskey glass stilled as the man threw the burning liquid back into his throat. He stood and quickly left the bar, smiling at the sleek black mustang that belonged to him.
"I may not be able to possess the Winchesters, but I can certainly make their life a living hell on earth." The demon smiled as she roared away. Her spies would let her know where they had ended up and then she would get her revenge.
TBC
Raven524: Ok, here's the first chapter. Let me know what you think…should I continue?