Episode 3: The truth Revealed
Music blared through the night. The engine of the 1967 Chevy Impala roared almost as loud as the classic rock tunes inside the car. The passengers inside, Dean, Sam, and Skye said not a word. Sam was sleeping, in the back seat, for the first time in about a week. Dean stared out at the blank dusty road in front. Skye's thoughts were everywhere. Why did she tell Sam everything? Why hadn't she told Dean? Why was she still traveling with them? She needed answers.
"Dean… when are you going to stop ignoring me? I'm tired of it!"
Dean smiled in a sarcastically annoyed way.
"Yeah? Well I'm tired too. Tired of your attitude!"
"My attitude? You're the one who's been moody ever since our last hunt. What the hell is your problem?"
Skye crossed her arms in disgust.
"Gee, I don't know? Maybe the fact that the girl I like suddenly decides to start making out with her ex right in front of me!"
"Oh, you're bringing up that again? Come on Dean, I told you before, I don't like him! Raphael tried to kill me! I just wanted to get rid of him before he hurt anyone else, like you. I was just doing what I thought was right."
She turned her head away from him. Sam stirred a bit, but didn't wake up. Dean still stared at the road.
"Man, I don't get women."
"Well I don't even want to understand men. You guys are all crazy", she said under her breath.
Dean laughed a bit. He quickly took his eyes off the road to look at her frustration. It amused him.
"Call it even, then?"
She smiled.
"Yeah… even."
Sam moaned behind them. He tossed and turned in his sleep. Sweat dripped from his brow. Dean looked over his shoulder to check on his brother.
"Sam?"
Skye put a hand on Sam's shoulder to calm him down. His eyes tightened shut and he panted for air. His temples throbbed, but he couldn't help it.
"Sam?"
Dean slowed the car to a stop.
"Sammy!"
He flung the door open and ran to the back of the car. Dean knelt down by his little brother and tried to shake him awake.
"Sam!"
Skye looked at Dean, worried for his brother.
"What's happening to him?"
"A premonition. He gets them once and a while and it hurts him. Sam!"
Sam's eyes burst open as he sat up.
"Dean!"
Dean grabbed Sam by the shoulders.
"I'm here, Sam. You okay?"
Sam still breathed heavily.
"Yeah… ugh… yeah. I'm fine."
He put a hand on his forehead. His thumb and forefinger rested on his temples. Sam's vision was coming back. It started out cloudy, but slowly got clearer. He closed his eyes and let the vision consume him.
Skye and Dean were pinned up against the wall. Electrical wires popped out of the wall and were wrapped around their wrists, holding them up. Sam paced back and forth the length of the room between them. The room was dark, old and bare. They watched Sam's movement very carefully.
"Sam, what are you doing? Why are you doing this? I'm your own brother!"
Sam grinned.
"I realized that. In fact, that's the reason I'm doing this."
Sam faced his brother.
"You were never there for me. When I needed you most, you ignored me…"
"Sam that's not true…" Dean cut in.
"And for what? A girl? Your precious Skye", he mocked.
"You wouldn't have told her to come with us if I hadn't given you the okay. You'd be nothing without me, Dean… and you know it. You are so lost and confused… you don't have a clue."
Dean looked down, taking in everything his brother had said.
The vision faded.
"Sam…" came Dean's voice.
Sam closed his eyes again. A pulse of pain surged through his brain.
Sam walked over to Skye.
"It's all your fault. You took my brother from me. Why?"
"I didn't do anything!"
"Yes you did!"
Skye was completely silent. Sam walked back to Dean.
"Speaking of betrayal… you're hiding something from me. Aren't you? Ever since dad died you've been acting different. I know you've lied to me. I can see it in your eyes. Tell me what it is!"
Dean shook his head and lifted it.
"I can't…"
Sam picked up an old wooden baseball bat.
"Then you will die with that secret…"
"No, wait! Sam! Please! This isn't you talking! Let me help you!"
"I don't need your help…"
"Whatever you think I've done, I'll change it, just… please… don't."
Sam shook his head, anger written all over his face.
"It's too late for that. First I'll kill you…"
He looked over at Skye.
"…Then your girlfriend."
"How are you going to manage that, huh? I can't die. You can put me through all the pain in the world, but I can't die" Skye commented.
Sam grinned.
"I have my ways."
He unexpectedly lifted the bat and swung it down on Dean's ribs. Dean cried in pain.
"Sammy…"
Sam swung it at him again. Blood dripped from Dean's mouth.
"Sam…"
Smack. Again and again he hit his brother. Skye cried out too.
"No, Sam! Please! Stop it!"
Dean gave up all of his strength. His head dropped and everyone knew what Sam had done. Dean was dead.
Sam took his hand off his head. He gasped and looked wide-eyed at Dean. He was still alive.
"Sam?"
Dean was worried for Sam by the way he looked at him.
"Dean. You're okay."
Dean was confused.
"Yeah, Sammy, of course. Are you feeling alright?"
Sam looked around at the two worried faces. If there was any premonition that he wished didn't come true, this was it. He didn't understand much that was said in the vision, and he surely didn't know why he had acted that way. As far as he knew, he would never do such a thing. He loved his brother, and now he had an understanding with Skye and accepted her. He wasn't a murderer. How could he do this? He had to stay far away from Dean to make sure no harm came to him.
Sam moved Dean out of the way and got out of the car.
"Sam?"
Both Skye and Dean followed him. He went into the trunk and grabbed a backpack. He began to fill it with supplies.
"Sam, what are you doing?"
Sam didn't look up.
"I'm leaving."
"What? Why?"
"I don't want anyone else to die."
"Sam, what are you talking about? What did you see?"
Sam paused, thinking about his brother lying limply against the wall, like he did in the dream.
"I… I saw you… die."
Skye looked over at Dean to see his reaction. His face was blank.
"What?"
Sam didn't know how to tell him that he himself had killed his brother; but he knew he had to.
"Dean… in my premonition… I don't know why, and believe me, I wouldn't, but… I killed you."
Dean ran a hand through his short brown hair.
"Are you sure that's what you saw? I mean it wasn't a shape shifter or something, was it?"
Sam nodded. Dean paced the side of the road. Skye didn't know what to say. She stood there and let the brothers resolve their issues. Sam shut the trunk and stopped Dean's thinking. Sam slung his pack over his shoulder and started down the deserted road.
"Sam, where are you going? I'm not letting you leave like last time. There is no way in hell."
Sam turned back to Dean.
"Dean, you have to understand, I'm not a child! I can do things on my own! If you want to live then you have to let me go!"
He continued walking.
"Sam, get your ass back here right now!"
"Stop bossing me around!"
"I'm not trying to be a control freak! I'm trying to protect you!"
"Well go protect yourself! That's what I'm doing!"
"Sam! Sam, I'm not kidding about this, get back here! Sammy!"
Sam stopped dead in his tracks. He looked at Dean with an angry look on his face.
"It's Sam."
Dean said nothing. Sam turned to continue on his journey, alone.
"Holy…"
Sam jumped back in fear. Skye stood in front of him. Dean didn't even notice she had walked after him. She grabbed Sam by the arm and forced him to follow her.
"Let go of me! Skye!"
He fidgeted in her grip. She remained strong and kept pulling him forward, toward Dean.
"Sorry Sam, but I have to take the motherly role on this one."
When she brought him back to the car, she let go and stood next to Dean.
"Now what? You've managed to drag me back. Good for you. But now what are you going to do? You're going to die and I'm going to have the guilt on me for killing you! I can't live with that, Dean!"
Dean stared straight into Sam's deep brown eyes. His own were calm and collected.
"That's a risk I'll have to take."
He turned and opened the car door.
"Get in! All this crap has given me a bad craving for coffee."
Skye followed into the passenger seat.
"I'll second that motion."
The doors slammed shut and Sam still stood there. He was worried so much for his brother. Dean started the engine. He took that as his queue to get in. Sam took a deep sigh and climbed into the Impala. He finally came to the conclusion that he would have to find some other way to save Dean from his terrible fate.
