Chapter 3

A day later they were on the road again. After what Brooke had told Dean and Sam the two boys had been very firm in their decision that it was time to leave the place. The demon had obviously found them and it was time to go. So there they were.

Driving.

Again.

Sam, from his place in the passenger seat, watched his brother intently. Dean didn't smile nor make any vulgar or sarcastic comments like he always would if it was only the two of them awake. No, Dean just stared straight ahead as he drove – his knuckles white from clutching the steering wheel so hard. Sam knew – his brother was lost in his own thoughts.

Dean had only once been like that and that had been after their father had died. For weeks he had become a shell of his former self…until finally he had broken down.

"Dad died because of me! If it wasn't for me Dad would still be here! What can you say to make that better?"

It had been the first time that Sam had ever seen his brother cry…there sitting next to him on the car.

But it had ended when Brooke had joined them on their hunt. Sam smiled sweetly as he turned his head to look where Brooke was sleeping peacefully in the back – her black hair forming a curtain around her head.

Dean and Sam laughed as they walked out of the convenience shop next to one of the god-forsaken roads that they were traveling on.

"That old lady really thought you were handsome Dean…" Sam laughed and his brother gave him a death glare.

"Shut up Sammy." Dean growled which sent Sam into a fit of laughter. Dean turned his gaze to the car and he stared at it.

"Dude…someone is leaning on your car." Sam said and Dean controlled his urge to roll his eyes.
"And they said you were the smart one…" they walked slowly closer – the face of the figure hided by the darkness of the night.

Dean rushed forward – ready to attack – and within second his back was against the floor and a knife was pressed to his neck. Sam stood – his own hand secured on his gun.

"Hm…out of practice I see…" a woman's voice laughed and Dean took his moment and slammed his leg into hers, sending them flying over and he landed on top of her…her own knife pressed to her neck.

"Or not…" she laughed and Dean and Sam watched as the woman's features became clearer.

"Brooke?" Dean asked surprised as he dropped the knife next to her and Brooke smiled up at him as she let her hand go up and caress his cheek.

"Hey Dean…" Dean didn't think twice as he let his lips crash down on hers.

Dean had been happy then. His girlfriend was there…and he was happy. But now…with the news of the pregnancy and the demon it had somehow sent Dean back into the place where his thoughts were kept hidden. Sam didn't really think that Dean was unhappy about the pregnancy. No not really. Though his brother had never been a kid person he loved Brooke and he knew his brother wanted to keep the Winchester line going…with her. He knew it was shock about it happening so soon that was the problem. That and the fact that the demon wanted his baby girl.

Sam watched Brooke sleeping for a while before he returned his gaze to his brother but a rocketing pain struck his mind and he grabbed his head – whimpering from the pain that coursed through him and a vision played in front of him.

It was of Brooke in labor in a very dark place. She was alone and she was screaming. Dean was lying a few meters away from her – blood pouring out of him. Then it was as if the demon ripped through her and as the baby was born Brooke's eyes went dark and she let out one final scream before she fell to the ground – her body landing next to Dean's. The demon laughed and Sam knew they were both dead. He watched as the demon turned around to view him as he held the baby and it felt like his head exploded as he realized who the demon was inhabiting.

It was in Sam.

Sam cried out as the vision increased in pain with every one of Brooke's screams and Dean whirled the car to a stop.

"Sammy! Sam!" Dean said loudly as Brooke stirred awake, sitting up and taking Sam's hand in an instant.

"Calm down Sam…" she instructed in a calm voice as Dean let the car stop. Dean turned and grabbed his brother's head – keeping him eye level with him as his brother rode out the last of the horrible vision before going slack.

"What did you see Sammy?" Dean asked worriedly as a single tear slid down his cheek. He shook his head and Dean knew what was wrong the instant he did it. He climbed out of the car as did Sam and they walked away from Brooke.

"What did you see?" Dean repeated…now more worried than before.

"We can't let the demon get the baby Dean…we just can't!" Sam urged as he pushed his shaking hands into his pockets.

"What happened Sam?" the older brother commanded and Sam turned his gaze towards him.

"The demon…it…it takes my body…and it kills you…and kills Brooke after that. You both die!" Dean's face paled and for a moment they stood in complete silence.

The sound of Brooke throwing up rocketed them out of their thoughts and Dean and Sam both went to her.