SUPERNATURAL STORY

The Gift

Part one Loosing Dean

Author's note:

By Jenny

REPOSTING YES IT MIGHT BE A LITTLE OUT OF DATE BUT ITS STILL A GOOD READ EVEN IF WRONG‼! Though where I was heading is where Season 4 seems to be going‼!

Authors note: ok I should have said I had dyslexia & I am Scottish hence, the spelling being even worse however, I have given this chapter the once over it may be worse or better however can someone at least tell me!

In addition will change fourth chapter to account for amulet and if ever get that length huge show down between Dean & Sam…

Prologue

Some say for every generation there, are warriors born to fight the enemies of god:-

To protect and forge the next generation from the evil of the past - the demons of pure evil who hunt us all still….

With the scribes what is handed down now deep within the myths and legends being all that is left to mark their coming but for every generation

There are those among them borne of a higher fate and destiny - siblings by blood - with the gift being innate in one yet hidden deep unknown in the other….

"Dean"

I turn slowly expecting him to answer me as I blink swallowing hard with the soul lying on this hospital bed remaining completely unaware and unconscious glancing now at that to the Ouija board with it this time being of no use to me.

His vitals decreasing with each passing day with it being six days he has lain like this in this hospital and like some reincarnation of before he is in a coma state only that the circumstances surrounding it are entirely different.

With my thoughts now drifting back further to over a week past to when his demeanor and mood had suddenly swung without warning and the further fact I had missed then the warning signs that something was far wrong with the lack of words between us only being the first real clue.

That smile of his disappearing along with it and the long shadow that had somehow stagnated in those usually alight hazel eyes remembering now the true decisive factor to what was wrong too where he had suddenly decided we were going.

Back home to Lawrence Kansas as I slide back now to the present aware of what I did not know then that the demon who had given him a year to live had had other ideas as I grip that slack lifeless hand beckoning on my own thoughts:

"Did your soul return to that house Dean is that why you cannot answer me?"

Pausing on that note and the fact I dare not leave him either with Lawrence furthermore being more than a hundred miles from this small remote hospital glancing again at the handsome features the hand remaining completely still shaking my head now in half frustration at him:

"What were you trying to tell us brother and why are you always the one trying to protect me for did you not realize that dam clause was stuck in there for another purpose Dean?

Let alone I would find out the whole truth from the demon herself and it's the part she failed to tell you?"

Only the sunlight moves in answer as I slowly let go of the hand unable to look at him anymore and what racks my, own soul with it the vow made between us that I would save his life no matter what the cost. With only the sounds of what is only keeping him with us being the only other sound to fill the air as my temper now rises:

"Why could you not remember Meg brother for this demon played you in the same way she did with me."

The words more than a statement than anything else clenching my own hand into a fist adding onto it knowing he cannot respond:

"She was only after you alone you know and even if you could not tell us brother.

I kind of got it figured you could only have been starting to have visions too Dean Winchester?"

My voice petering out at that giving the deathly white features the once over in case he has in anyway decided to come around and the plain fact it is going to need something more than anything I myself could, say to him.

To get him back into this world as my eyes now slowly disengage monitoring instead the equipment first before turning my brown eyes once more back on him and to what is visibly there on the inside of his left arm just above the elbow.

Something that worries and puzzles me, as much as anything the symbolic marks that are almost as though they have been burned in there and its two entirely different symbols one over the other plus if he were awake it would not please him either.

That it looks like a mighty, bad tattoo and nowhere near Dean's ammo in style taking it in again against the white lifeless skin my eye narrowing on the outer symbol first and one far too familiar to both of us.

For it is to be found on the colt gun that same star that is now emblazed there on my brothers own arm focusing now on the inner symbol as I now reach out with my own hand to what sits at his bed side.

The amulet which is his with that Egyptian image now replicated there on flesh as I grip the amulet tighter aware that it has two further meanings not only being Egyptian by origin and the later unconnected to how long Dean has worn this.

With it always having, been important to him and even when I, have cornered him on it he has never yet given the complete story to where he got this amulet in the first place. Only for it has always shown in his eyes that it was, connected with mum as my, own thoughts now break releasing the amulet from, my own grip.

My other hand comes down hard on the Ouija board aware of what I have deliberately kept from him also about our mother. For it was the one thing we have never talked about either on the other slant with it being Dean more importantly not dad who had told us about the fire on the night our mother died and when it came to anything else about Mary.

It was always Dean, who had known from the billion and one questions I myself racked at him as a kid to what had happened then with my big brother only having the little memory of four years with both his parent's and it was more importantly those four years.

When Mary had been alive that he barely now ever talked about the years before his kid brother came along as my eyes now open fighting back tears with him being the only family I have left and the only one that has ever mattered as a precious thought slips into my own head.

Aware that come tomorrows dawn it will be Dean's own birthday as I find a half smile looking again at that emblazed mark in the inside of his arm as my thoughts tumble back further to what brought us without warning to this hospital and to when I had finely tried to breach the subject of what was wrong.

As I now gently touch the hand again seeing the pulse even and constant at the wrist though he remains completely out of it as I now speak to him:

"You call that a scratch Dean?"

Sam's voice underlines the concern shown as I abruptly pull down the sleeve my, own foot hitting harder on this nineteen sixty-seven Impala's exhilarator as my younger brother's anxious gaze comes back onto mines looking for an answer:

"It's a bite Sammy."

The brown eyes now biting mines and he has seen through it instantly:

"Dean you've been scratching that same bit in your arm since yesterday and what the hell else is wrong with you brother you look half slept if you have not noticed."

His voice trailing off at that aware that its going no further in giving him answer as I now annoy him further turning up the black Chevrolet Impala's speakers full blast, Sam now slowly turning his head toward me:

"I would do anything for love but I won't do that are you trying to tell me, something else I don't know Dean?"

Our eyes coming back level on that note with the nineteen-ninety three classic hitting its first full verse of song as I now answer him seriously:

"It's already done Sam and it saved your life smart-ass."

The brown eyes softening on us as he now slings it back, full throttle:

"Yeah Dean only it is you who has less than a year to live brother."

His words silencing us both back to where we had been with him not giving up on it as he now jabs me from the opposite side:

"You talk about me and my dark moods.

Yet you're the one lately who it is hard to get a word out off or am I seeing thing again Dean?"

Wincing hard at the tone used against us Sam picking up on, it and for a choice of word's he has come far closer to the truth than he even knows with my own response to him remaining mute as I turn to instead look back out the window.

To the fleeting light of the road with the music and Sam no longer seeming to register as my thoughts now turn in-wards to the further knowledge that no matter what happens my own brother will be unable to change anything.

That in one way or other the hell hounds are going to come for me and whether he likes it or not my baby brother was always the one who was in anyway meant to make it as my hazel eyes drift back to him his brown eyes still focused on mines.

With my own gaze being the first to falter looking away frowning at the same time scratching my arm once more without thinking about it feeling the heat from that specific spot and the fact Sam as ever has gotten something right. That I have hardly slept with the Kansas countryside being the only thing to anyway, touch my aching soul.

As I give a low heartfelt sigh and it is not so much the dying part that now worries me, that it was a foregone conclusion anyway and the fact my own sacrifice is one which I would do all over again in a heartbeat.

The thoughts now gliding from that to the worthlessness of my own life and to all who I have went out of my way to save as my gaze falls respectively to Sam and the weight of responsibility that not once in his entire life he has ever had to shoulder.

With him getting of lightly in that respect and as kid brothers go I would not want any kind of swap either and what has plagued me for long enough on that same foyer that he was always the favorite with both our parents.

Wincing at the same time to the distant memory of that demon to the words he had spoken that were truth in no small way as I now remember what our own father sacrificed for me and the one thing which ever since I have been unable to live with.

As my hazel eyes now lift knowing the redemption that some other part of me has forever wanted and what only death could fulfill the road no longer answering my own call or those innocents we help those too who have looked us direct in the eye and have known my own, heart that I am a outlaw by blood.

With the supernatural elements that have forever ruled my own life being what is going to kill me in the end as my thoughts now click into a higher gear to Sam's words to me and for the first time in my life I really know how it feels like to be in his shoes.

As my eyes now close for a second hearing the voices that now cloud out my own inner voice with the images thankfully no longer for now being there in daylight as my eyes flick open trying to control it though I have already opened the gateway.

My hand now reaching out for the volume control turning the volume way down low with Sam even as my hand moves away, turning the volume straight back up and sending me a glare at the same time.

With the silence of no spoken word between us gaining in momentum turning away from him seeking refuge in my own thoughts once more as I try and pinpoint the one voice above all others that seems to be reaching across the vastness of my consciousness to my very heart.

As my grip on the steering wheel now tightens in half anger at myself with their being too many others along with that one voice crying out for help as I hear Sam's worried tone again and this time it is more for his own safety:

"Dean would you mind keeping your eye on the road or you are going to be meeting your maker sooner than you think."

The brown eyes darting of my own at that as he now deliberately riles me to get some sort of response taking the tape out the machine and putting in something of his own as I now look at him aghast:

"You wanting too, drive Sammy?"

As he now sends us that puppy dog, look and hitting the nail on the head while at it:

"It's been ever since that cafe yesterday Dean when you ran into that single mum how did you know that her and her two sons were going to die brother"

I turn away from the look in his eyes and it had still never the less happened what I had seen with my own eye in that cafe beforehand with it only being her touch that had sparked that first fatal vision.

If I could call it, a vision at all with it being more like what Sam would call a premonition and my own fault that I had only shrugged it off as nothing at that instance when I had first laid eyes upon that single mother.

Her beauty taking me, completely and her name Mary what had stopped me in my tracks at that moment with her being a pretty blonde to just like our late mother as my mind now turns back to yesterday and her gentle touch upon me.

That incidental moment when in that crowded Missouri cafe she had lightly touched my left arm just above the elbow and the fact I had not been looking where I was going with her managing to startle me along with it.

The vision hitting me then to and the fact Sam had took me for being tongue-tied laughing it up to the fact I had not answered the pretty woman whose two young sons by that point had joined her with it being Sam who had rescued the whole situation.

Answering for us giving our names to her as I remember now the look in her graceful eyes the innocence and life there along with the boys at her foot something that in itself had wrenched a long ago memory of my own childhood.

To our own mother and Lawrence the time before Sam was born when I had been a toddler at her own foot with her always being the one to watch over me and care for me in a way no other could and unlike anyone else in this world.

She understood us in a way only a mother can as I remember even then the sadness that had been there in her eyes as if she somehow knew what was coming to our family the look that dad somehow never seemed to notice with it being something that I had try my best to comfort her.

Though unable to understand it and what after her death I had never once mentioned to our own father or Sam for that matter that it was something only between mother and son with those memories from before the fire being the only joyful ones I have and to the way.

That when I had been upset or had nightmares of my own that she would be there to ruffle my brown hair hitting me with that smile of hers before gently tracing my features hushing me to silence along with the love that had, shone bright in her eyes.

With it being those same gestures the move of the hand the smile which that single mother had given her oldest son that had shook me to the core with her son only trying to get her attention away from me and Sam in that cafe.

The moment, ending with that different Mary walking away from us heading out the door of the café with it being Sam who had maintained normality talking to us and I had only been half listening to him the vision rebounding then, to certainty the gut wrenching kind.

With it being then that the specific spot on my left arm had begin to feel as though it was being burned from the inside out as I now automatically scratch it now wishing it would simply bleed on the surface or do whatever its going to do.

Trying to now ignore, it the heat maximizing from it as another stray memory now flickers to that other time and place when I had seen something and it was a sort of vision I think only not my own with it furthermore.

Being the same yet entirely different that it was now coming from inside us unlike then and I have never let onto to Sam even now how we found him that day when the demon took him that I was in some sort of denial even then that it was a vision and out with Bobby no one else knew.

With my timing as ever being completely wrong too that Sam still died then as my thoughts now kindle back to the day before that Missouri Café and what has been leaving my younger brother in puzzlement ever since with my every move since meeting that single mother being completely out of sink and nature.

As I now, answer him blankly:

"You are reading too much into things Sammy and more to the point neither of us were able to safe them."

Giving him a defiant look while at it as he now reads between the lines:

"So you rushed out that cafe for nothing Dean I don't think so brother you knew something bad was going to happen to them."

Our eyes now meeting as he answers the last part for us:

"What and you still seem to think you can stop a car crash from happening Dean even if there was nothing supernatural about it?"

As the brown eyes now forge mines, the words ironically not a million miles from what have been, thrown at him before and he knows it too as he now sinks the knife in deep:

"Plus she was also a complete stranger to you brother and it was meant to be whether you like it or not."

With him shutting up on that score knowing that he has went way too far and it's the last part which hits hardest that it was meant to be with a mother and her two young children dead because of I along with the fact I could have saved them.

Instead of hesitating over a premonition that had been as clear as day and yet even now I do not fully understand with my, own foot now hitting flat out on the exhilarator trying to run away from the issue in the only way I know how and of all people.

Sam is the one who understands these things best as my touch now reaches for the amulet at my neck fighting the voices from within along with it and for some deeper reason I am unable to bring myself to talk to my younger brother about this.

That it is to dam personal on a level my grip tightening now on the amulet gaining strength from it as something within finely gives for a second seeing my father way back then on the day I came into possession of this very artifact.

With it being my own Fourteenth birthday and like all the rest he had forgotten it with it only being Sam along with our mother who ever remembered that date finding a smile at last at that thought.

Reeling back to then to the time before full blown manhood and to what also saved us that day with it being one of the rare occasions our own father who held Sammy so dear had shown true concern and emotion for my own well being.

As the voices now blank out completely the memories taking over there to the determined stubborn teenager of those days and my, own full hardness something that had almost gotten us killed that day; and it has not changed much that it is still landing us in trouble even now.

With it being a demon that I had the run in with one that had more importantly been after my own blood and it had been waiting on us shivering even now at that thought Sam ten then and no, where in the vicinity.

That he had been off all things sleeping in the car then with it happening to be some mid-point in Kansas that it had all taken place as the memory now revitalizes and what clings with it that I had somehow known that demon from another time and place and for sure it knew us: -

Black robed and as Gothic as they come with my, fourteen years not rising to the occasion thinking myself invincible though dad has told us often enough it were not the case plus the other thing that it had not been in human form that it had been more like the grim reaper himself who had come to get us.

As I now swallow sweat hitting my brew and I had been almost but not quite back at the motel room when that thing had appeared from within the shadows my one weapon only blasting a king size space in the motel room door and had alerted dad too.

With it being its eyes that had horrified me the most the gun proving useless in not holding it back any and it had called me by name the fear leaving us then as I remember the deathly coldness of it with it reaching out to touch my own brow.

As the last part of that memory comes back to what had stopped it going any further the image that had appeared from those same shadows with her only being there for no more than a second placing what I now ware at my neck into my hand at that vital second.

The amulet falling forward of its own accord the demon backing of at that with it finely hitting me then that blood was running fast down my own features the demon vanishing then at my own father's appearance.

With my head spinning collapsing on the spot with him reaching us in time to break the fall and I had blacked out coming too in the motel room finding both our fathers concerned glare and a bleary eyes Sam's gaze resting protectively on mines.

Dad taking my every word as being the honest truth when he had questioned me on it and for the only time in my life I had lied to them both outright with us letting our father believe it was really after Sammy and it had been enough.

Though I had seen the look in my brother's eyes that he had known there was more to it and maybe because of what had happened before to when I had left Sammy alone almost getting him killed that I had instead kept the cards close to my own chest this time round.

With us clearing out that place fast Sam landing us in it then that it was my own birthday and I was sporting one heck of a head wound as I smile at the memory of my father's features at that moment his head jerking up to the fact he had forgotten it.

Dad sending Sam back out the room giving the amulet back to us then with him finding it lying beside his bleeding son unsure of where it had come from only that it was some sort of protection amulet and hard to come by.

Faltering then when he had continued to give us the once over making sure I really was ok under that tough exterior and I had somehow or other managed to keep my own mouth firmly shut.

Keeping it from him that it was mother who I had seen with my own eyes that had left this gift for me and saved my life along with it plus unlike Sam that one event had not changed my mind any that when it came to god I still sit on the fence.

Though what side I waver to keeps veering and I am not going to have long to find out in that respect slowly now letting the amulet fall in the same moment the light hitting of it into my own eye and way back then.

Our fathers knowledge of this artifact had been no more than mines and what I myself have at least figured out since then that it is only part Egyptian in origin the protection part of it coming solely from that side with it only being it's façade to cover its real heritage.

That it is Mesopotamian in sphere a demon of the past who helps individuals fight evil and chaos a bull-man in living form with what is written that he holds the gates of dawn open for the sun god Shamash.

With none of that relating to us that, it is simply a trinket and possession dear to the heart and of mum as my glare now turns back to Sam, biting my lower lip as his gaze now comes back to my steady glare.

Aware that I am not the only one in this Impala keeping secrets and unlike us he is far better at keeping the important stuff under wraps with it annoying us, ever since I found out about it the source reliable enough too - Bobby….

To what he had filled me in on that demon blood and our mother with it only confirming what I have always suspected as Sam's gaze now falters tuning my, own ear into the music now playing into our weight heavy silence finding an irony their too and its Fortunate Son

That is now blaring out through the speakers as the burden within deepens to trying to save Sammy to not killing him to knowing that I am going to die soon and what is now entirely new to this equation these voices and visions and what is beating us up inside more than anything.

For I have always known it that Dean Winchester is the inconsequential son with this war we are now fighting being hinged more on my own brother's fate than mines that I am only his protector the insignificant half of the Winchester clan the one who neither of our parents.

Ever tried to shelter being there instead for everyone else with that maybe ironically being the further part of the reason why I am unable to go anywhere near our mothers grave with our mother in the end knowing about the demon that had come for Sam too with it somehow not easing things any from my, own perspective.

To those memories of before the fire as if she had known more and I' was not part of that with it being Sammy she had been looking out for all along that she had known his purpose better than anyone and for the first born son that I' may as well never have existed.

My own memories now folding in-wards on themselves knowing too that the demon and his children who I took down with the colt gun even now, have a stranglehold on us. As I try to shut of the thoughts unable to that I have played with fire once too often in my own life feeling now only a fresh stab of jealousy towards my younger brother and the fact I wish the hell, hounds would come sooner rather than later for being the good dependable son.

Has gotten us nowhere with my own little lot in life amounting only to this black Impala and its contents. All of which in some other defining twisted logic came down directly from father to son or from some long dead uncle with even my own jacket belonging to dad as now in complete defeat slowly lean my, own head heavily against the window of the impala.

Feeling the heat of the sun through it, and when it comes to Sam there is none of this. That I want to talk to him about that I do not want him to understand it either that this has always been my own destiny and fate along with the responsibility that has always been mines alone and what is killing us from the inside out.

With death alone being my, own choice that I want to die and the demon the one who killed our mother dad and Jessica already has my soul from that first time round in that hospital where I should have died. As the other voices now as if in response to my own thoughts now return three, fold my eyes closing trying to now reach out to them.

Gasping at the power of it feeling it draining me along with it and I am unable to decipher what else they are trying to tell me. As my emotions now slowly disengage the voices coming to a staggering halt and like Sam I am all so my father's flesh and blood the man who turned us into warriors and hunters.

To fight the evil that is sooner, or later going to get both of us killed. With Sammy still needing us along with all those other voices that are continuing to now cry out in my own head and who when it comes down to it I would gladly give my own life to save them and if our father were alive now I wonder what his response would be to all this.

That his eldest son has premonitions too as my head now slowly rises of the window, pane Sam's emotional brown eyes coming back this way with him not saying anything that he does not need to anyway for it is, written on his face how he feels. As he now voices it, the tone soft and clear as he switches the music off to get our complete attention the latter move not helping what is going on within us as I now fight it aware this is not the time to spill all.

With him now linking through to my earlier thoughts his tone gripping my heart:

"Dean even when dad died you, were never like this."

It is a statement plain and simple Sam's style as I now awkwardly move my eyes giving my head instead of my arm a well earned scratch my hand returning to the steering wheel not answering him either.

As he now voices the one thing that I have been dreading:

"Alright put it another way you won't talk to me you're as wound up as I have ever seen you brother and we've been heading the wrong way since we left that cafe yesterday.

Plus Ellen and Jo are not going to be happy about this."

The last part swinging my, own head round shrugging my, own shoulders at him the response playing of his:

"So?"

With him hitting us back with the equivalent, of a punch as I return to scratching the left arm like some innate knee jerk reaction:

"Dean Do I need to spell it out for you we crossed over the Kansas border over an hour ago and we're not on a hunt so when are you going to get around to telling me where we're going?"

His tone not one to be messed, with as he now plays us at the same game:

"Come on humor us a little here Dean and this really is saying something but kind of missing hearing your crazy sarcastic comments brother."

The words stopping there the eyes looking directly into my own and in one way or other he has got me completely cornered as I now finely slacken the speed a little Sam sending us a look of relief on that one.

As I slowly now try to give him a little:

"Sammy Ellen and Jo are going to need to wait.

Plus answer me this is it not about time we sent all those things back to hell like we're supposed to do?"

The last words coming far too quick as he puts two and two together:

"Dean how many other things are you going to beat yourself up about they are going back to hell sooner rather than later and quite worrying about it and what about Jo Dean?"

With him now beating us to it cutting the pass short:

"I mean before you say anything big brother you can blame us for causing hell between you in the first place.

Plus sorry that was Meg by the way but Jo in the other hand is completely into you man if that stubborn soul of yours would ever let her get close."

With him finely managing to push - a smile from us and it is as near talking as we have gotten as I sling it back to him:

"Ok so now who is being the sarcastic one?"

"Yeah Dean and are you going to start answering us sometime like now?"

The tone deadpan flat the brown eyes not moving either as I temporarily bring my hand up to my face covering me eyes in a half gesture of defeat as my hand now lifts abruptly my features paling with my concentration going.

Sam noticing the inconsistency of my moves grabbing the steering wheel along with it as he now looks at me:

"Ok now you are scaring the hell out of me Dean and even if you don't talk I'm taking this Impala of you at the next stop."

The brown warm eyes giving us the look that I am on the losing side of an argument that I cannot win my gaze now drifting to the open road fully re-gripping the steering wheel while at it preferring the silence again as the landscape now widens out on either side of us.

Taking a long breath and I am returning to the landscape of my childhood with what also came along with those visions being the only one thing that is now keeping me going. The one place that Sam practically dragged us back to not so long ago and now I am about to do the same to him.

As I for a second let myself think about Jo the fact I have not seen her in ages either thanks to Sammy and even if I ever did let her get close it would be to corpse or a hunter who is going to be six foot under in a matter of months.

With my thoughts disengaging there and what Sammy knows with him using it now for that very reason that I do love Jo with all my heart and soul as I now instead give him the honest answer to where we are going:

"It's Lawrence Sam."

The pause hitting first as I continue to look straight ahead of us my foot gently hitting the, peddle the speedometer rising turning to, now look at Sam as he finely finds his voice:

"Dean what are you not telling us for it's the last place on earth you of all people would want to go back to."

As I now, give him a wide cheeky grin:

"Yeah but at least you would get to see Missouri again."

Sam now rolling his eyes as he now hits us with another one of those looks as I now obey:

"It's just something I got to do Sammy."

The words halting their as we look each other in the eye and he has seen through it again:

"No Dean there is another reason and do not even think about giving us the whole death speech thing."

I swallow trying not to look at him and he is right it is what I am trying to do to him with it being something else out with the premonitions that are drawing me back to the only place that ever was home Sam now managing to knock the little confidence I have left on everything.

As I now, croak out some other sort of a different answer:

"I don't want a fight over it Sam end of story."

It is the final nail even as I finish speaking and it is my baby brother who I am thinking about that it is the only place left that I can run to as I feel the heat from my left arm pain now circulating from it as my thoughts now give the true answer.

The feeling that there is something back at that house again something important and linked to us both and if my hunter instincts are in anyway correct it could safe my little brother completely from the dark side with that as it stands at least being enough to let us die in peace.

For when those hell, hounds eventually come for us as I hear him speak again the anger ringing through loud and clear:

"Dean enough is enough and I thought I was the one who was meant to be the freak between us?"

With our eyes now meeting in pure hate and anger as I turn to look away something catching my eye as I slow down to look at it hearing the voices within too as I swallow hard looking at the dead tree at the side of the road.

Counting the magpie's that are sitting on it with the road being entirely empty of all other vehicles as we now begin to pass that tree Sam eyes following my own as he speaks softer than before letting the other question die with it:

"What is it Dean?"

As I turn to look at him:

"Do you not know the old rhyme about magpies Sam?"

The college boy now shaking his head at us as I fill him in:

"Alright but you should know the first part one for sorrow, two for mirth and three for a wedding if you catch my drift?"

Sammy now giving us a hell bent look and I am saying all the wrong things again as he stabs us with one of my own earlier vibes:

"So?"

Now giving him a serious look and it is a justified one:

"Did you actually count how many were sitting on that dead red oak tree Sammy?"

The handsome features turning slightly puzzled and apparently he still has a little to learn in terms of folklore as he replies:

"Yeah it was ten but it does not mean anything right?"

My own eye now catching his as I look quietly in the rear view mirror the voices within rising in volume as I now speak way to, harshly:

"It's a bad omen Sammy and nine is bad enough for that means hell."

As I now, finish the last part of the statement for him:

"Plus ten magpies, means devils cell or trap and co-incidentally they happened to be sitting on a dead tree too."

Sam now sending a glare this way as he speaks softly emphasizing his point:

"You know I think it really is time you pulled over the Dean."

The tables being turned with that statement as I now look at him and he's now not the one not speaking to me as I fidget aware that I don't really know too much about magpies either and its only an old wives tail.

However, it is enough to have I well and truly spooked for once, for it is, linked to those voices in my own head. That it is further omen one of certain death with Sam like me knowing all about the devils trap the star on the gun of the colt and as far as I know it is not on it for any other reason….

With it being Lawrence that I know we have to reach desperately and there is no way either I am dragging Sam back at this moment to look at that tree for the plain fact he will not be willing to go and I am reading way too much into those blasted magpies as it is.

Lightly now touching my left arm and I am going to need to give into my younger brother at some point over the driving with the voices that fill my head being bad enough and it is the visions that are sure to come sometime soon that I am dreading most.

Now turning to look at Sam and even in his lesser moments he has always taken these things in his stride as I now touch my forehead feeling the cold sweat there plus I am unnaturally cold with it having nothing to do with the lack of sleep either and I have also furthermore.

Successfully made my baby brother really mad at us with my gaze now giving the road one last look with this little rural backwater seeming distantly familiar somehow though the reason to why I have no idea only that I cannot place it and we have furthermore.

Been nearing this civilization for roughly the last ten miles the rural hospital now behind us a little way with it being the first real warning sign of civilization the Kansas countryside now these dozen miles later floored by buildings and life as my eye sees the cemetery a little distance away on the other side of the road.

Sam remaining completely silent beside us and we are in the proper backwater of the mid United States where everyone knows everyone and admittedly I myself kind of like it that way and its Cherokee we have came too.

With the feeling I have been here before growing on me as I now without warning pull in seeing the church directly in my line of view with a café and a few shops being on the opposite side cursing my, own bad move on where we have pulled up Sam managing to find some humor in it:

"If you are not willing to talk to me at least god might listen as you've pulled up at his front door Dean."

The features turning to the grin that would usually have us both smiling as he now with relief gets out the Impala as I now follow suit my movements slower than usual as I breath in the Kansas air.

Hearing Sam talking to us his tone making my, own head ache:

"Mind giving us the key's first Dean."

The brown eyes now searching mines as I do not answer only throwing the keys to him as he looks at me more worried looking than ever:

"So you are not hungry either brother."

Shaking my head in response to him and I am completely unable to look him in the eye with the silence not being enough to cover my own emotions as I lean heavily on the Impala for support Sam turning away from me for a second.

Before turning back round the brown eyes, giving us a look more like what our own father would have given us, as I shift forward not making it any further as the delayed vision that I have been trying to fight off finely comes of its own accord. My left hand reaching out for the Impala finding it in the nick, of time:

As my eyes now close the vision becoming clearer and its Sammy I'm seeing tears in his brown eyes as my own eye follows his seeing what is in front of him and it's a grave stone with the first part of my own name written there…..

As the image changes again to a re-occurring nightmare that I have had before these premonitions only now it is in an entirely different league for it feels real in a different sense my brother now lying in a pool of blood at my own feet, the colt gun in my left hand and he is dead….

With our father's word's coming true that I have been unable to save him shooting him instead as I look to my feet remembering when I lost Sam before as I look around me eerily and it is our home in Lawrence.

The image now vanishing at that becoming aware to what is also wrong with it that there is no bullet's left for the colt gun either and furthermore I would never take down my younger brother that I am unable to with my heart and soul stopping me first and foremost.

As my hazel eyes now snap open at that my own breathing labored and heavy the heat from the sun beating down on me from high above the fact I am still alive at this moment not making us feel any better Sam now standing directly beside us.

His hand coming to my, own shoulder:

"Dean"

With him, saying nothing more than my own name as I for the first time bring my gaze level with his keeping it there turning the silver ring once on my right hand as my hazel eyes now roam getting a better sense of the place and it really is familiar for some reason as I voice it to him:

"Ever had really bad déjà-vu Sam?"

As I now, shrug his arm off touching my left arm while at it as I wince in pain Sam seeing that much to as he answers:

"Depends what you mean by déjà-vu Dean for every vision I have is pretty much that way."

The features giving us a set frown and a concerned glance:

"You really need to get that arm seen to brother and sometimes the way you act.

You deserve to die man."

As my own features slowly rise to look at his the brown soft eyes giving the same pain back as he now moves away from us his gaze looking at me once more and of what he is asking from me the truth...

With the need to tell him becoming too much as I now cry out:

"Sam"

As he now turns waiting patiently on us answering him fully with what I am about to say not getting the chance rubbing my eyes now in disbelief and it is no mirage or vision this time round.

Feeling all out fear instead aware to that my brother is not seeing her as she now practically walks through him with that at least causing Sam to hesitate his gaze coming back this way the brown eyes troubled but not understanding what is happening.

As I look to her with her now being no more than a foot from us her beauty unique and deadly as I draw her a half smile letting her do the talking:

"You look surprised Dean Winchester."

My own eyes narrowing on her seeing the demon below as I cut to the chase using an old line that, suites her:

"Would you quite with the monologue bitch and got to admit it was a neat trick you pulled on Sam there."

Both our gazes turning to look at him as Sammy now draws a little closer our eyes meeting in that moment silent communication taking root between us as I draw strength from it -

Dean's gaze resting on mines:

As I read the full blown panic their and it is a demon of some sort as I look to him seeing nothing there beside him and he has already himself managed to get me panicked enough as it is as I hear him speak once more:

"So is this just a friendly visit or are you going to reveal yourself to Sam or not?"

The features now curling to a cruel smile before us Sam giving us an even weirder look that I cannot blame him on as I swallow harder than before her words sinking in deep:

"All in good time Dean but you should know better than make deals with demons that have a soft spot for you handsome."

My head rising as she now comes within to close a proximity whispering in my, own ear:

"It was there the first time I met you Winchester and it is why I come now but it is for your brothers ears not yours child."

As her dark eyes strike of mines, giving nothing away the fear ebbing in us as she draws close and accurately touching my left arm at that specific spot as I now cry in pain feeling it now burning blood beginning to run from it down my sleeve.

Sam now seeing her as she turns to him her touch staying on my arm as she pins him back not letting him come any further as I realize with trepidation why she is here to take my own soul to that other place as I now fight back:

"Let him go or I swear I will kill you myself."

The words not the best but it at least bides some time for Sam as she lets go of the left arm abruptly pain shooting through us as I fall to my knees in front of the Impala as my eye turns to my brother.

Seeing the pleading look in his eyes along with the emotion that speaks volumes as this, pretty minx who stands between us comes nearer to us trying too deliberately bait her:

"So no hell hound for me then."

Hitting her with my, widest grin as she now grabs my hair roughly pulling my head back the sun light playing of my eyes as I feel my every heart beat as her tone changes sphere:

"Are you not going to say goodbye to your brother Dean before it is too late?"

As she now let's my head go my eye only staying on her feeling Sam's gaze on me as I ask the only thing that comes to mind:

"Why now or is that too hard a question for you?"

The smile coming to her lips as she gives to a certain extent:

"Could not let you turn another year older Dean and you are marked in other ways too even if you do not know it."

With her now touching my forehead slowly laying her palm their as Sam's voice reaches out to us and I know it has come as she moves her hand for a second leaning in to passionately touch my own lips before withdrawing.

The look now almost one of pity as she says something in Latin the cool palm returning to its place becoming distinctly aware now of every living thing and how still it has turned with this place even in this earth defining moment being familiar in a way it should not be.

As my own dim hazel eyes now draw on everything from the deep blue of the January sky high above, to the Impala that has got us out some pretty heavy scrapes with their being no other living soul around us either at this spot.

Realizing now what I meant by those magpies and the dead tree a little earlier with where I am now being a natural made devil's trap along with the church behind me where my faith and hope has never once lain as I look now to Sammy.

With this not being what I had wanted him to witness as I feel it coming every moment of my life now revealing itself as I think to Jo the regret of not having the courage to be with her and then to my own parents.

To the father who gave his life for us and who taught us all that I know turning us with it from boy to the man I have become now and the further knowledge that he would not have wanted his eldest son to die in this way.

This sacrifice being what I have long craved as my only other redemption and he would never have understood our reasons even if it was to safe Sammy as I remember his words long ago that I was no use to them dead either as my heart now breaks in the certain knowledge of death.

As I begin to buckle feeling blood running down my face now as I hear that one voice the one that I have being try to reach out to above all those others at last realizing who it is with it not requiring a genie this time either.

That its mothers voice even though she is long gone as my hazel eyes now turn without thinking to Sammy and I cannot protect him or be his big brother any longer that my own job the one I was put on this earth to do is now finished with my own cry now ringing free.

Hearing the demon the one who without hesitation sold my own soul to speak again:

"It was how you wished to die Dean."

As the pain quadruples the world swaying in and out trying to slowly lift my own left hand touching the amulet at my neck first and then to the demons wrist with that touch only just making it that far looking now to Sammy and it is up to him now to finish the job we both started.

Feeling the tears running unchecked down my own cheeks my breathing beginning to give out with the tears and the blood mingling as one with my own hazel eyes closing intimately now on this world as something deep within now responds hearing Sam's voice in the same moment with it being the last sound to enter:

"Let my brother go or you really will die bitch."

The words similar to Dean's earlier ones and I know he has moments left if that as I now see her hand suddenly move of his forehead with my brothers hand that had been touching her wrist falling limply along with hers.

With the demon's dark eyes now seeming as though betrayed by a greater force as I look now to my biggest concern Dean seeing him now sway uncertainly with that move of hers before falling completely to the ground his body lying completely still.

The eyes remaining closed the features ashen white and I do not even know if he is still breathing that I am too far a distance to see. The crossroads demon coming now this way as I look at her without showing any fear smiling at her too as our eyes meet fully knowing now what she meant from that last time meeting her.

As she touches thy forehead in the same place, she did with Dean:

"You did not bring me back one hundred per cent did you?"

The beautiful features ignoring the comment as she tells us something else:

"No Sam but there was another reason for your death and resurrection it let us get hold of something far more sacred your brother's soul and he fell for it."

My own brown eyes turning in pain to Dean seeing the blood on his handsome features and he looks dead as I now remove her hand from my own brow as she speaks again:

"Your brother was desperate and the clause was only for my own leverage."

With her now coming closer knowing what I am beginning to form as a question:

"You cannot sacrifice your life for his Sam that was the purpose of it and your of one blood pity that demon who wanted you so much who killed your whole family and Jess too.

Did not realize just how significant that big brother of yours is."

As I slowly lift my head seeing, she is telling the truth the color draining from us and she has not finished:

"You're a lot alike but his soul is dying Sam and he wanted a natural death.

I granted him that much but that's not the question your now asking is it?"

Our eyes meeting as she now shares:

"Two brothers one gift but unlike you he did not even know of it.

Makes taking his soul even more rewarding don't you think?"

As I turn fixing her a glare and she is enjoying every moment of this as she gives us the last measure:

"It was all I was ever after Sam and all hell really will come forth when he dies child.

For like you he's no ordinary demon hunter for it was the blood what you were both fed as babies."

Her eyes narrowing her smile cunning:

"Yes Sam for there is many children like you but it is only once in every millennium.

That, two siblings of different age and the same blood are chosen for like you he was visited by a demon in infancy."

The words striking home as she now gently touches my own jaw:

"Your brother was always meant to die before you and he is lost to you completely now Sammy."

As I draw back from her touch not knowing what to belief only that it can only be truth with my, own eye now turning in shear pain and emotion to Dean his bleeding form remaining motionless as I now take things into my own hands and I cannot let that big brother of mines die:

"Go to hell bitch and its Sam to you."

My gaze leveling with hers and the one thing I am certain off at this moment the word she had spoken to Dean in Latin when she had first touched his forehead with it being his own first name though I much doubt he himself would have recognized it in Latin.

As the demon, part of us alights, knowing now what I have to do and the knowledge it might already be too late. As I look to my brother seeing his vulnerable yet still strong image reflected back of the black of the impala directly behind him looking now to the church cursing my own earlier words to him of deserving to die and my all out fear he is already dead as something breaks within.

Now repeating his name in Latin knowing I have been possessed in the past by Meg with that being what I am hoping will tip the balance back in my own favor as I lean in kissing this demon with the deal Dean made no longer standing at this moment as our lips meet her power merging with mines.

As I now in repayment touch her brow using the Latin I have previously learned from before

TO BE CONTINUED….