House of Cards in a Hurricane Chapter 2

A/N – This might be a bit angsty b/c not much is happening yet. I will try and add some actiony fast paced stuff if I can so the story can move on a bit. Thank you to those who reviewed and put and alert on this fic!

A/N: And I totally stole a line from "Yellow Fever" so that's not mine…haha.

Thank you for reading!!!


Dean watched as Sam lay still on the bed, they'd moved onto the fifth floor of an abandoned warehouse now because frankly Dean didn't know what to do. Bobby reckoned that if they set up base somewhere stable it'd be easier to fight off an attack. Sam had been out for three days now and Dean didn't know what the cause was.

"I just don't understand Bobby," Dean said, "He was fine, and then he just fainted again". Bobby frowned,

"I checked the meaning of 'phÔs' – it's Greek for photon…it's a transliteration rather than the actual Greek word. Photons are particles of light, scientists use it to measure light," Bobby paused and looked at Sam as he continued, "I did some research on Light and how it fits into the demon lore and it turns out that this is bigger than we thought". Dean ran a hand through his hair. He didn't really want to hear this now, but he couldn't hide from it forever.

"Why am I alive?" He asked abruptly surprising himself as well as Bobby. He saw Bobby giving him a pitying look and he looked away," I should be dead, and I'm not having a breakdown or anything Bobby so don't worry, but I must be some sort of a clue in all of this!" Bobby frowned and looked at Dean as if he was seeing him in a new light.

"You're right…" Bobby said with a firm nod, "We need to look into your deal and why it changed". Dean pouted,

"I don't want to be a clue," he mumbled under his breath.

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At last, we have the missing piece.

"What missing piece?" Sam asked with a puzzled look on his face, "Why am I here?" The voices murmured amongst themselves in a language that Sam couldn't make out. He though he recognised some of it as an outdated language that hadn't been used in centuries, probably before Latin had become the main language. He didn't know where he was or how he'd gotten here, but he could tell that it was happening inside his head. Sam was pretty sure he'd heard Dean's voice at some point. But it was fuzzy and distant, as if Dean wasn't really there. A strong voice cut into his thought,

"You're the one, Sam. You're our leader. You're the one who's going to free all of us. You're the one"

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Dean woke up abruptly to find Sam gasping and coughing. He quickly reached for the glass of water that'd he'd put on the cabinet beside the bed and he handed it to Sam, allowing him to take a few sips.

"Did you fall asleep while watching me?" Sam said, his voice thick with sleep, "Didn't know you cared that much". Dean breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Sam's voice. It was hard not knowing what was going on inside Sam's head and not knowing when he'd next wake up.

"Shut up," he murmured playfully, "How are you feeling?" He looked at Sam with a worried look in his eyes. Sam grimaced as he spoke,

"Like I've been asleep for a month," and he frowned and turned to Dean, "I haven't have I?" Dean shook his head,

"No, it's been three days…what's going on with you Sam? Inside your head…just…I mean what's happening, me and Bobby are trying to make sense of it all but we just can't" he said in a soft voice hoping that Sam would shed some light on the situation that they'd found themselves in. Sam turned his head slightly so that he wasn't looking at Dean anymore and Dean knew that there was something that Sam wasn't going to tell him.

"I…I'm..I'm glad you're still here, Dean" Sam said all in one go after a shaky start, "I'm glad you didn't die and I want you to know that I don't blame you for any of this"

Dean glared at Sam,

"Why are you saying this stuff to me?" He asked angrily not caring about the single tear that had fallen down Sam's face. Sam could cry all he wanted, Dean intended on getting the truth out of him this very instant,

"It's not safe here, you and Bobby have to let me go or you have to go…I'm dangerous" Sam said his voice cold and distant…almost as if he wasn't really there anymore. Dean rolled his eyes and sighed heavily,

"And where are you going to go…you can't even..." before Dean could finish, Sam got up and walked over to the door. The limp was gone and he didn't look as though he would topple over if Dean didn't support him.

"I guess, I just needed some rest," He joked but Dean didn't find it very funny. Not even a little bit. And he didn't believe, Sam either…the longer Sam stood the paler he became and Dean just stared at him. They continued to glare at each other until Sam's legs crumbled beneath him and he fell to the floor,

"Yeah, nice try," Dean scowled, "What aren't you telling me Sam, come on man, I'm not stupid" Sam just stayed in his position of the floor by the door, his fists were clenched and Dean could tell that he was angry.

"Dean, you are in danger…I've already told you" Sam spoke through gritted teeth, his voice low and expressionless, "They're coming for me and they don't care who gets in the way, they said I had to make sure I was alone or there'd be no survivors…and Dean you just got your get out of jail free card, you cannot afford to lose it again!"

"They? Who are they?" Dean questioned, not really seeing the strain that this conversation was putting on Sam. He just wanted answers dammit; he wanted Sam to be back to normal.

"I DON'T KNOW! Okay, I don't fucking know!" Sam yelled, as he put his face in his hands, "Fuck…they talk to me…in my head….they say that I'm the one…they said…I" Sam stopped abruptly as he ran his hands through his hair. Dean could hear him murmuring to himself but he couldn't make anything out.

"What else did they say, Sam?" he asked patiently knowing that Sam was going to lie his way out of this question.

"I…I uh..I can't remember," Sam lied and there it was. Dean bit his lip as he tried to hold back the angry words that were fighting to be let out. How the hell could they help Sam, if Sam wouldn't tell him what was going on.

Just then, Sam gasped his eyes wide with shock and his face even paler than it had been before. There was a hammering on the door and Sam started to crawl away from it, Dean saw that he was heading towards the window and he frowned,

"Sam, "he hissed, "What are you doing?"

"It's them Dean…it's them" Sam whispered in a scared tone and Dean flinched at how small his brother's voice sounded.

The door flew open and Dean was blinded by a bright, white light. He pulled Ruby's knife out of his pocket and he slashed it around himself wildly unable to see due to the light.

"Sam?" he called, "Sam, where are you!!" But there was no answer. He could just hear whispering but he couldn't make out what the voices were saying. The first blow took him by surprise but he fought back and he swung a fist out in front of his face, smirking when he felt his fist connect with something solid, followed by a grunt of pain. But by then the blows had multiplied and Dean couldn't fight back any longer. Suddenly a hand grabbed him and Dean looked down and spotted a black, jelly bracelet…it was Sam who'd grabbed him. He felt to cold breeze and he knew that they were by the window.

"I'll be okay, Dean" Sam whispered, "Make sure you close your eyes" Close his eyes? What…but he felt Sam push him and suddenly air was filling up his lungs and there was a whooshing sound around him. He looked down and saw that the street below him. Sam had pushed him out of the window and now he was falling. Had Sam just pushed him to his death?

To be Continued!

I cannot write action at all lol. I need to watch more Seagal movies or something.