I do not own Supernatural. There will be typos since I don't have a beta and English is not my mother language.

With love, Kim.

WARNINGS: graphic violence, strong language, gore. A lot of gore.

It's set in an alternate season 9.

Also I want to dedicate this story to a friend of mine; Emy. 3


9x01: Don't stop believin'. [part 2]

"D-dean?" Kevin said shaking. He heard everything. The screams, the swearing, the gunshot. "Did you kill Crowley?" Dean turned around. "No... I'm going to check on Sam now." Dean looked distant. He was crying, even though he didn't want to show it. He felt like a monster again, a sick, torturing monster who didn't deserve to live. "You would want to put another shirt on, and clean your face. There's blood everywhere Dean." Kevin said carefully. Dean looked down on his clothes. "Well, too bad. If Sam's awake, he wants to know what happened the past hour." And Dean left.

He walked into his bedroom. "Sam, I'm sorry.." Dean looked up, and to his surprise, Sam wasn't there. Maybe he went out for a leak? Dean thought to himself, so he looked into the bathroom bordering his bedroom. No Sammy to be seen. "Sam?" Dean yelled. No answer. "Sammy!" Dean let out a little louder, but still no sign of a living Sam. Dean ran back up to the library, taking Kevin bij the shoulders. "Where's Sam? Have you seen him up here when I was gone?" Dean rattled out. Kevin's eyes were wide with surprise. "Sam hasn't been up here. Why?" "HE'S GONE, THAT'S WHY." Dean grabbed his beloved gun from the table and went to search the house. First he checked his own room again, went down one more fleet of stairs until he was standing in Sam's room. No Sammy there either. "Goddamn it Sam! Where are you?" Dean ran back upstairs and into the kitchen.

He found Sam passed out in front of the sink, a broken glass by his side. "Oh god, Sammy!" Dean fell to his knees next to Sam, the broken glass pierced trough Dean's knees and legs. He hissed once but focused on getting Sam back to consciousness. Softly slapping his face didn't work, shaking shoulders neither. "Come on Sammy! Don't you die on me!" Dean took Sam by the shoulders and placed his back against his own chest to make Sam sit up a little. The movements made Sam groan, and that gave Dean some hope. "KEVIN, GET YOUR ASS IN HERE AND FIX A CUP OF WATER!" Dean yelled at the top of his lungs. Sam acknowledged it and tried to open his eyes. The lights were way to bright for him, and he shut them again. "It's okay, Sammy. It's going to be fine. I've got you." Dean whispered, sighing in relief. Sam coughed as Dean took the cup of water Kevin brought him. "You gotta keep believin' right?" Kevin said while handing the cup to Dean. Kevin looked like a wreck, it was the first time that day that Dean took an actual good look at the young Asain kid. Kevin had become a Winchester the way everybody became a Winchester: With blood, sweat, tears, alcohol and death. He had aged an aweful lot the last couple of months. He was anxious, felt nowhere safe but the bunker with Sam and Dean in it and started drinking. The kid wasn't even allowed to drink yet.

"Sammy, you with me?" Dean asked, and Sam nodded. Dean felt the movements against his chest and was grateful. He held out the cup in front of Sam. "Here, drink something." Sam's hand was shaking, but he took the cup and brought it up to his mouth. The cup was empty whitin seconds. "Please.." Sam managed to get out as a demand for more water. Kevin reacted quicker than Dean and refilled the cup. Sam already looked a bit better when he downed the second cup.

"Can you stand?" Dean asked. "Yeah." And Sam accepted his brother's strong, helping hands. Once he stood, he towered both Dean and Kevin, but looked smaller than both of them combined. Sam looked like the 10-year-old that got hurt on his first hunt. He looked like when he was 13 and got pneumonia, and that time when he was 15 and got his appendix out. "We'll get you back to bed okay?" Sam nodded in agreement and walked with Dean's strong arms around his waist. Sam slung one arm over Dean's shoulders and it didn't take too long to get bak to Dean's room that way. Dean layed down his little brother while Kevin came in with some tylenol and another cup of water.

"Why are you coverd in blood?" Sam asked confused. Dean looked down. "It's not mine, it's Crowley's. He wouldn't shut up.. So I made him. He won't go anywhere anytime soon." Dean said with a weak smile. Sam opened his mouth to argue, but he was too tired. "What about the blood on your legs? That's newer." Damn, Dean hadn't thought about that, there was even some glass still stuck in his legs and knees. "You dropped a glass when you passed out, I got down in it. It's really nothing." Dean reassured Sam and Dean came a little closer to the bed.

"Are you nauseous, Sam?" Dean touched Sam's forehead with his hand. "No, but not hungry either." Sam answered. Dean got worried, Sam's temperature was only getting higher. "Hey Kevin, could you get some towels, a washcloth and a bowl with cold water?" Dean asked without taking his eyes off Sam. "Yeah, sure. I'll be right back." Kevin almost ran into the bathroom. "Sammy, you take this and then I'll try to get your temperature down, okay?" "Yeah, sure." Sam breathed a little heavier but he took the tylenol and water without any problems. Kevin returned with his list of objects and placed them on the nightstand. Dean sat down nect to Sam on his bed and took one of the towels in his hands. Sam closed his eyes, ready to fall asleep. Dean started to clean the sweat from Sam's head and neck, down to his arms. "Damn Sammy, your shirt is totally soaked." Dean murmerd under his breath. "Hmm?" Sam tried to ask. "Get up, big boy. We have to get you into some new clothes." Dean held out his hand and Sam tried to sit up.

It took them almost half an hour to get Sam undressed, into the shower, out of the shower, dry, clothed and back in bed again. It had drained Sam completely and he was asleep before Dean could even put him down. Dean took the washcloth and soaked it in the cold water. He placed it on Sam's forhead, who smiled weakly in his sleep as he felt the cold on his skin. Yes, he was completely out of engery, but he looked better after he took the shower. There was some more color on his cheeks and his hair wasn't so messy anymore.

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Dean stayed with Sam this time. Sam had been asleep for the past day and Dean had to re-inject the IV needle to keep him hydrathed. Dean hadn't slept. He couldn't afford it to dooze off, maybe Sam needed him and he couldn't be asleep then. Dean had passed the time by pulling out glass from his legs and knees, and stitching up the large gashes.

"Dean.. please go to sleep. I'll stay here and get you when Sam's awake." Kevin said while coming into the room, but he found Dean already asleep. Dean sat with his back against side of the bed, head tilted down and mouth hanging open a little. You could hear him breathing steady, and you could see a washcloth and his gun sitting in his lap. Kevin chuckled, he had never seen both Winchesters down at the same time. It wasn't really the right time to chuckle, but he couldn't help it. Suddenly, he felt a very cold breeze in the room. "Hello boys."

Crowley stood in the room, hand in his pockets as usual, but blood all over his face and suit. "DEAN!" Kevin yelled, and Dean woke with a start. He stood before his legs could catch up and held on to the bed for dear life. When he finally stood, he beat himself metally for falling asleep on Sam. "How, for the love of everything, did you get out of that dungeon? Devil's traps, warded against anyting supernatural and don't forget that bullet in your shoulder." Dean was really, really surprised to see Crowley. "You boys keep forgetting that I'm the king of Hell. And thanks to that trial, I'm also partly human. It comes with perks, Squirrel."Dean pointed his gun at Crowley. He couldn't smoke out, and he couldn't dissapear within the bunker, so he was still trapped. "What are you doing here?" "Like I said, partly human. I've come to save Sam." Crowley smiled big, but Dean didn't buy it.

"I see you don't believe me, Squirrel. Fine." Crowley waved with his hand to the right, and that was were Dean ended up not two seconds later, his head smashed into the corner of his desk. Some things were knocked off, like the frame with the picture of their family. Kevin just stood there, silent and almost pissing his pants from fright. "D-dean?" Sam woke from the loud noises disturbing the peace. His eyes fell on the unconscious Dean, then on Crowley who now stood on the other side of him. "Crowley?" Sam was really confused to see Crowley. Dean had told him that Crowley wasn't going anywhere anytime soon, and now he stood next to Sam. If he was honest, Sam was actually scared. That feeling intensified when Crowley brought his hand to Sam's chest. "This will hurt, Moose." And a beam of light escaped Crowley's hand. Dean awoke, petting the place on his head where he had hit the desk. There was blood streaming out of the cut above his left eyebrow. "Get away from Sammy, you sonovabitch!" Dean slurred. He tried to stand, but his knees buckled. When he looked up, Dean saw life coming back to Sam. He had color on his cheeks, didn't look so pale and he wasn't sweating anymore. Dean's face spoke bookparts. "What the hell?!" He tried to stand again, with the help of Kevin, and sat down on the bed next to Sam. "You're welcome, I'll be back in the dungeon if you need me. Don't stop believin' boys." And Crowley walked away, just like that.

"Sam?! Sammy, how are you? You okay?" Dean soon got his attention back on his little brother. Sam cracked his eyes open, and Dean could see that Sam felt better. "Dean! What just happened? How, when, what?!" Sam rambled on and on and on. "Easy now, bro. Easy. I was out for most of the happening. You tell me!" Dean said, feeling his temple again. Still blood. "He just came in, I woke up to a lot of noise and suddenly his hand is on me and I'm fine. Like, really fine." I haven't felt like this since I killed that hellhound." Sam said with a huge smile. "I don't know what he did, but he told me he was human or something." Dean said. "Yeah, well, I feel like sending him a thank you card and some flowers. Well, after I took a look at that wound above your eyebrow. It's huge." Sam said while sitting up. Dean tried to help him up carefully, but there was no need. Sam really felt okay.

Sam took the washcloth and soaked it in the water again. He started to clean the wound above Dean's eye. "Well, I can stitch it up, but'll only leave a bigger scar that way. You have a sharp desk, Dean." Dean chuckled. "I really don't need any more stitches. Look at my legs." Dean pulled up both the legs of his jeans. Sam's eyes grew bigger. "Is that from the glass I dropped?" Dean nodded. "It doesn't hurt, only stings a little." Sam believed Dean, he had been through worse.

"Wanna come and see what Crowley's deal was?" Dean asked, and Sam nodded. They both stood, knees twisting and still a little in shock, but they stood. It was harder for Dean than he thought, the stitches pulled his skin together, and it hurt more than a little stinging. Sam wrapped his arm around his older brother's waist, just like he had done the day before.

They arrived at the dungeon a little later than planned, but they were there and they were whole. Both standing and breathing. Kevin on the other hand was calming himself down in the library, not begin able to take in what just happened the last couple of days. "What the hell was that Crowley? Just healing people from the good of your undead heart?" Crowley was sitting in the only chair with a book he nicked from the library. "Yes, boys. Not so fast today are you, Squirrel?" Dean felt bullied every time Crowley called him something that wasn't his name. "So you are partly human?" Sam asked. "That's why we couldn't keep you in the Devil's trap. It doesn't work anymore." Sam walked towards Crowley with a gun. Dean took the clue and grabbed some handcuffs. "Boys.." Crowley felt cornered. Sam pointed his gun at Crowley while Dean cuffed his hands behind the chair. "I just saved the Moose's life, I can reverse it as well!" Crowley warned. "Yeah, well, you need your hands for that, and you don't have them right now. And the longer you're here, the more demonjuice you loose." Dean said while chaining Crowley's chair to the table. Dean really hoped it would hold long enough. "You'll be human in a couple of days, then we'll kill you and there is nothing you can do about it." Sam said.

Dean nudged Sam's shoulder, deciding to leave the bastard alone. Sam helped Dean to walk out of the dungeon, closed the archive doors and sighed in relief. "I need a drink." They both said at the same time.


Author's note:

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