Dream On
Once again I would like to thank sunnyjunedays for her invaluable support in putting this story together. Without her it wouldn't have made it past the first word.
Disclaimer: Supernatural belongs to Kripke and the CW and no matter how much we begged, pleaded and sobbed they would not relinquish their hold, which is a good thing really as it means we get to see more of the awesome Winchester brothers on tv.
Spoilers for all seasons.
Hope you enjoy the chapter.
Chapter Four
Keeping his eyes on the three men in front of him Dean scooted backwards and cursed as his back came into contact with the body of Bobby's car leaving him with no option other than to face his attackers.
"Who are you?"
"It's taken us a long time to track you down, you and your brother that is. I have to congratulate you Dean, you two disappeared off the radar, one minute you were there and the next 'poooff' you were gone, you have no idea how irritating that was, I mean we have a job to do, you know what it's like, deadlines to meet, targets to achieve, so you can imagine how pissed we were when you practically faded from view but we kept looking, searched under every rock until we finally caught your scent." The guy smiled down at his captive audience "Now, to answer your question" the smile growing even wider as his eyes were transformed into glistening pools of black.
Dean stared disbelieving at the demons before him, taking in the black eyes of the three men and shaking his head "You're not real, you can't be here, I'm hallucinating." Dean knew that Bobby had put extra protection in the house and around his yard and had promised both him and Sam 'no demons getting in here anytime soon.' Great job there Bobby Dean thought to himself but then there was the protection that he and Sam had, even Cas couldn't find them, obviously angel proof but not demon proof.
"Oh you think we're not real, that's almost too cute." With a flick of its wrist the demon sent an old rusted tire iron discarded beside one of the many wrecks in Bobby's yard hurtling through the air at speed before it changed direction and slammed into Dean's already injured thigh, embedding itself into the tattered flesh.
"Oh god, you sonnuvabitch." Dean gasped as he doubled over, the fire spreading through his leg taking his breath away. Slowly raising his eyes he watched as with another flick of its wrist the demon sent him careening across the yard, his body slamming into the unforgiving brick of Bobby's workshop, leaving him unable to move, invisible restraints holding him tight, the full weight of the tire iron dragging down skin and gouging the flesh underneath leaving a bloody pool beneath him.
"Still think we're not real?" The three demons strolled toward him.
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"Dean! Dean!"
Dean fought to peel his eyes open, his little brother's voice sounding scared and desperate but he couldn't get his mind to focus on anything other than the fire raging through every inch of his body, the white hot all consuming agony coursing through his leg almost more than he could bear, the pancakes he'd eaten earlier already on the way to making an impromptu reappearance and his body's instincts took over, he rolled onto his side just as his stomach violently ejected its contents onto the dusty ground.
"Dean, hey c'mon Dean, open your eyes."
This time his mind co-operated with his demands and he slowly rolled his lids back, the sight of his brother kneeling beside him, his face ashen. "Sam, s'okay" he whispered.
"It's not okay, you're not okay, what happened? D'you think you can stand?"
"One question at a time Sammy." Dean breathed as his hand travelled to his leg.
"It's gone, I took it out. It wasn't too deep but you're gonna need stitches and we'll need to keep an eye on it but it should heal okay if you give it time, and you are gonna give it time. C'mon, let's get you inside."
Sam practically carried his brother into the house where a stunned Bobby rushed to meet them. "What on god's earth happened to him?"
Sam spent the next hour and a half cleaning Dean's leg, all the time keeping a close eye on him and chattering away about anything and everything that came into his head, except how this had happened. Sam could see how much pain his brother was in even though he knew his older sibling wouldn't admit to it, but the fever bright eyes and muffled grunts told him all he needed to know.
Happy that the wound was now free of any debris Sam reached over and plucked a bottle of antiseptic, holding it so that Dean could clearly see what it was and could at least in some small way prepare himself for the agony that was to come.
Sam silently nodded to Bobby who pulled his chair as close to the head of the sofa as he could and without warning wrapped his arms around Dean's upper body, pinning the young hunters arms by his side whilst Sam rose from his knees and looking at Dean once more whispered "I'm sorry" before straddling his brothers lower legs, therefore making it impossible for him to move, he then, with shaking hands, poured the antiseptic directly into and over the entire bloody wound.
The effect on Dean was immediate, his breathing increased until he was panting, his face screwed up tight and sweat ran in rivers down his face as he tried with all his might to break free of the two men holding him down whilst the antiseptic burned and furrowed through his flesh like a red hot poker.
And then the world went black as he gave into his body's demands to escape the agony.
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Dean peered through the window of the motel he'd been holed up in for the last forty- eight hours. He'd tended his leg as best he could but the knowledge that it was Bobby who'd shot him devastated him, he'd tried countless times to brush it off, tell himself it didn't matter, that they, his dad and Pastor Jim included were obviously the victims of some kind of mind control, or even possession but still he couldn't console himself. Bobby, along with Pastor Jim was one of the few people Dean felt he could trust and would often turn to when he was a kid and was worried about something, usually it would be when his dad hadn't returned home at the time he'd said he would but more often than not it would be about Sammy.
"Sammy." Dean looked at his watch and sighed, there was still a half hour to go before his brother was due to arrive.
Dean knew his brother hadn't witnessed the events of two days ago; Sam would've done something, he wouldn'tve simply stood by and watched as his brother was shot. Dean knew Sam still carried his own guilt at having shot Dean a few years ago when they'd been working that asylum job in Illinois and would not have allowed it to happen again if there was anything he could've done about it.
He recalled the phone conversation he'd had with Sam after he'd booked into the motel, he still couldn't believe his luck at finding the impala's keys in his jacket pocket and had dragged himself to the car where he immediately drove to the motel on the edge of town, he didn't want to leave town but he didn't want to be too close to Pastor Jim's place either right now.
"Sam, Sammy, thank god."
"Dean, are you okay?"
"I'll live."
"What the hell happened?"
"You didn't see?" Dean questioned his brother although he was certain that he was right in his assumption that there was no way Sam could've stood by and watched him being shot.
"No. Pastor Jim sent me down to his basement library to look for a book and when I came back dad was there, him, Bobby and Pastor Jim were mad as hell and you were gone. I kept asking them where you were but dad just told me they'd explain it all later and that you wouldn't be around for a while and then he wanted to me promise that I wouldn't try to contact you, at least until the three of them had had a chance to bring me up to speed."
Dean breathed a sigh of relief, he knew he was right about his brother but it was still good to have it confirmed. "And you still called me? Sam, don't put yourself in danger, I don't know what's goin on but you need to get outta there."
"Dean, for one, I didn't make any promises and second, I'm not goin anywhere until they tell me what this is all about."
"Sam…"
"Dean I gotta go, someone's coming, don't call me I'll call you."
Dean stared down at the now silent phone before throwing it onto the table and looking around the shabby room. He grabbed the tv remote and fell onto the bed where he spent the rest of the day and night flicking through channels and checking his phone was still working.
By lunchtime the next day Dean couldn't wait any longer and grabbed his phone, hit speed-dial for Sam and waited, wanting to crush the damn thing under foot on hearing "Hi this is Sam, sorry I can't take your call, please leave a message" followed by a beep.
After quickly changing the dressing on his leg Dean once again turned his attention to the tv and was just about ready to smash the ancient heap to pieces when his phone rang, the caller id once again lit up with his brothers name.
"Sam, bout time, I'm goin crazy here. You okay? D'you manage to find anything out?"
"Dean if you'll let me get a word in; I don't have long. I'm gonna come see you tomorrow morning and yes Dean, I do know what's goin on."
Dean frowned as he pulled the phone away from his ear; disappointed that he'd been unable to speak longer but relieved that tomorrow at least he'd get some answers.
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"Hey, bout time you woke up." Sam's face hovered over him.
"How long've I been out."
"Twelve hours Dean, you had us worried, nearly took you to the hospital."
"No 'spital." Dean became agitated.
"Okay, okay, calm down, no hospital."
"Where's dad?"
"Dad? Dean you know dad's gone?" Sam frowned as he answered his brother, his face searching the drawn features.
"Dad's gone? Where'd he go? What about Bobby?" Dean's bleary eyes took in the room, breath hitching and panic rising when he realised he was in 'his' room at Bobby's place.
"Bobby's downstairs, d'you wanna see him; I could try and help him up here."
"NO, no I don't wanna see him." Dean closed his eyes, springing them open almost immediately when he realised that if he was in Bobby's house then Bobby must also be around, but 'Bobby wouldn't do anything to hurt me.' 'Bobby shot me.' The confused thoughts swirled and collided leaving him confused as to what was real and what wasn't.
"What's goin on?"
Dean peered at his brother under half closed lids, the pull of sleep too strong for him to resist "Nothin, nothin's wrong, just, I dunno..."
Sam watched his brother's eyes slide closed as he once again succumbed to his body's demands for rest and sank back into the chair beside the bed, his mind telling him that Dean was just tired, it was the drugs talking but his heart and the ever present pit in his stomach telling him there was more to it than that.
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Sam refused to leave Dean's bedside for the next three days, his worry over the fever burning its way through his brother's body, the thrashing of his arms and legs and the intermittent mumblings paralysing him with fear. Time and time again he'd tried to hold his brother to keep him still, would whisper in his ear in the hope he could hear him, that he could reassure him that whatever he was seeing wherever he was, it wasn't real, it was merely a dream or an hallucination or something. In reality Sam didn't know what was going on with Dean and had no idea how to help him other than what he was already doing which as far as Sam was concerned wasn't enough, he needed to find a way to make things right for his brother.
Sam was pulled from his thoughts by Bobby calling him from downstairs and reluctantly tore his eyes away from the thankfully peacefully resting form of his brother and quickly ran from the room to lean over the banister "What is it Bobby."
"How's he doin?"
"Still the same. I don't know what to do for him Bobby."
Even from this distance Bobby could see the fear reflected in the expressive hazel eyes of the young hunter and his heart broke for the kid "Give yerself a break Sam, I've made you somthin to eat."
"I'm not hungry Bobby, thanks all the same, I think I'd rather stay here."
"That wasn't a request son, now get your butt down here before I'm forced to drag myself up there and fetch yer."
"Bobby I don't wanna leave him."
"Sam, he aint opened his eyes in three days, I think you'll be safe to take a few minutes out, what good're you gonna be to him if you make yerself ill huh, Dean's gonna need you at the top of your game if he's gonna fight this, if we're all gonna fight this. Hell Sam, we don't even know what this is."
Sam hesitated, he knew Bobby was right, they did need to find out what was going on, had to delve further into the dreams Dean'd been having, the injuries he'd received from nowhere but Sam also wanted to be with his brother, couldn't bear the thought of him waking up alone, not after everything he'd been through.
"Look Sam, if you don't like the idea of him being up there and you being down here then lets move him, bring his bed downstairs, then we can both keep an eye on him, whaddya say?
Listening to Bobby, the way his voice cracked, the way he continually cleared his throat, the emotion laced through the words and Sam knew Bobby was equally as worried as he himself was and decided that that was the only thing to do, move Dean downstairs where both he and Bobby could research and watch out for him at the same time.
Running back into Dean's room Sam slowly pulled the blankets off his brother's prostrate form before placing one large hand under his head and removed the pillow, gently lowering Dean back down afterwards. He then gathered up the bedclothes and ran into the hall where he shouted "Bobby" and threw the bundle down the stairs, the startled "Ya coulda warned me ya idgit" bringing a small smile to his lips. Then Sam returned to his brother's room and slid a strong arm under his siblings knees and another under his neck before gently lifting and carrying his precious cargo carefully down the stairs and into the lounge where he laid him on the worn but comfortable sofa. He then put the pillow in place and pulled the covers over his still unconscious brother.
"He shoulda woken up by now Bobby."
"Sam, he's had a rough time lately, he's taken a batterin both physically and mentally, this is just his body's way of tryin to fix everything." Bobby tried to reassure the young man hovering worriedly over his brother, when in reality he was just as worried. Sure Dean'd had a nasty injury, the infection they'd been unable to stop had run rampant throughout his body for a good forty eight hours but now the kid's temperature was practically back to normal and in all honesty Bobby didn't know why he hadn't opened his eyes yet and if he was honest he had no idea what they were gonna do if this continued for much longer.
"Yeah, you're right Bobby, we'll just give him some time." Sam nodded, his eyes remaining on his brother.
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"A loud knock on the door had Dean shuffling himself off the top of the bed and limping across the small room before pulling his gun and reaching out to open the door, his relief at seeing the identity of the visitor evident by the smile gracing his face.
"Sam, thank god, I'm goin crazy here, please tell me you got somethin." Dean spoke the words in a rush as he stood back to let his brother inside.
"Shut up Dean." Were the only words Sam spoke as he pushed past his brother and strode into the room, stopping and spinning to face his sibling once he heard the door close.
"Sammy, what's wrong?"
"What's wrong Dean, I'll tell you what's wrong."
Dean waited, unable to say anything, the knot forming in his stomach doing nothing to ease his mind.
"Dean, dad told me something before I left this morning."
"What did he tell you Sammy." Dean's fear rocketed.
"Dad told me that I might have to kill you Dean."
"What, what're you talkin about?"
"Dad told me that if I couldn't prove you hadn't done it then I'd have to kill you."
"Done what?" Dean took a step towards his brother, a flash of him and Sam standing beside a river flitting through his mind. "What does he think I did?"
Sam lunged forward taking Dean by surprise and had him pinned against the wall, their faces inches apart, the look of disgust, hatred and anger something Dean had never seen directed at him before, hell he didn't think he'd ever seen Sam like this. Even with everything they saw every day Sam always would try to find a reason for why whatever it was had acted in the way it had, he believed there was a reason for everything, or he used to at least.
"I thought dad was crazy when he told me, was ready to take him apart for the way he was talkin about you. I didn't want to believe it Dean; that you could have done that but it's true, it's all true isn't it?" Sam pulled his hand back and smashed it against his brothers face, the satisfying crack as it made contact with flesh and bone only spurring him on to take another shot before snarling "Hit me back Dean, you know you want to, c'mon, take a shot. Sam backed away as he goaded his brother.
"I'm not gonna hit you Sam." Dean brought his hand up to stem the flow of blood from his nose "What did they tell you? You have to tell me, you owe me that much?"
"Owe you, what do I owe you Dean, is it because you carried me out of the house the night mom died, is it because you took care of me when I was growing up, is it because you were there for me after Jessica died, is it because you were there for me when I started having the visions? The truth is Dean, that all happened because of you. Mom dying, you acting as a surrogate parent, Jess dying, my visions, everything Dean, all of that…"
"SAM for gods sake tell me what the hell this is all about, what did dad say?" Dean interrupted his brothers violent outburst and could only watch in shock as Sam pulled his gun from the waistband of his jeans, levelled it towards him, flicked the safety off and squeezed the trigger, Sam's wrist jerking upwards at the last possible second sending the bullet skywards where it lodged itself in the ceiling "Next time Dean, I'll really do it, but for now I'm gonna give you the benefit of the doubt, I'm gonna look into what dad and the others told me, hell what they've practically proved to me to see if there's any possible doubt, although I have to tell you, it's not looking good so if I were you I'd get the hell out of town." With those parting words Sam turned, yanked the door open and stormed out leaving Dean staring after him in complete shock.
Sliding down the wall until he was sitting hunched on the floor Dean, his mind not registering the pain or the red stain spreading across the fabric of his jeans as the wound on his leg reopened as the skin stretched, recalled everything Sam had said to him, searched his memory for anything which could have caused his dad to think that he'd been in any small way responsible for his mom's death, for Jess's death but there was nothing, absolutely nothing to suggest he was guilty of doing anything other than taking care of his family in the best way he knew how.
Dean knew that he sometimes got a little obsessed with making sure his family were okay, were safe but he had never done anything that wasn't necessary to protect them, there was always a reason for his actions and Sammy knew that, at least Dean had thought his brother knew that about him, apparently that wasn't the case.
Dean didn't know how long he'd been sitting on the floor, judging by the dried blood around his nose, his aching legs and the total lack of feeling in his feet he figured it must've been a quite a while. Moving slowly he pulled himself to his knees and using the table, levered himself upright and was just contemplating a visit to the bathroom to clean up when a loud banging on the door grabbed his attention.
Moving slowly towards the door Dean reached into his waistband for the gun he always kept there before peering through the viewing hole. There was no one there. He inched the door open and senses on high alert, went outside, his eyes scanning the deserted parking lot. There was no one, not one soul visible, the place was silent apart from the sound of traffic coming from the road up ahead. With a sigh but still ready should anyone or anything make an unexpected appearance Dean headed back to his room, kicking the door shut behind him and replacing the gun to its regular spot.
"Hi Dean."
Dean spun, the gun instantly in his grasp once again as he came face to face with a guy, a guy who looked vaguely familiar. He knew he'd seen him before but just couldn't pinpoint where or when, the hair rising on the back of his neck however telling him that whoever this was it wasn't good. "Who are you?"
"I'm hurt Dean, you don't remember our last meeting?"
"I said; who are you?" Dean flicked the safety off his gun, his finger slowly squeezing the trigger "Start talking whilst you still can.
For starters, you can put that away, it's not even gonna tickle and you don't have the colt do you Dean, you and your brother carelessly let it go." The guy's eyes transforming from light blue to a shiny, velvety black.
Eyes darting to his jacket thrown over the back of a chair Dean took a slow step sideways but found himself powering backwards until he was pressed against the wall, his arms and legs pinned motionless against the shabby wallpaper.
"You really think I'm gonna let you douse me with holy water. Tut tut Dean, that's not very nice." Taking a step back the demon observed its prey "How's the leg?"
Dean's mind raced; his leg, there was something at the back of his mind but he couldn't grasp it. The vision of Bobby pulling the trigger and shooting him full of rocksalt suddenly wavered, became blurry, his dad taking a swing at him flashing in and out of focus, Pastor Jim's anger replaced by an image Dean remembered of the man from when he was a kid, the image of Sam's visit just a short time ago fading in and out the anger that had masked his face replaced by one of Sam standing over him, his voice whispering words he couldn't quite make out.
Screwing his eyes tightly shut Dean tried to sort through the jumble of thoughts crashing around his head. "I've seen you before,But where? what do you want?." Dean quietly muttered the words
"Bravo Dean. There are those that think you're a little slow on the uptake but not me, I knew it wouldn't take you long to begin figuring it out."
Dean was unable to stop the giggle bubbling beneath the surface from erupting into hysterical, breath-hitching roars of laughter.
"I'm glad you find this so amusing Dean, lets see how you feel now." The demon closed in on the hunter and pressed a hand over his heart, all the time its black eyes boring into the green of its captive.
The laughter quickly turned into gasps as images of his life flashed in front of his eyes, so real they seemed, he felt as though he could reach out and touch them.
The vision of his mom sitting up in a hospital bed, a tiny bundle cradled in her arms, a loving smile on her face as the little boy ran across the room and jumped onto the bed, his excited chatter ringing around the room.
"Mommy, mommy I missed you. Is that him, is that my little brother?"
"Careful there champ." His dad chasing after him, a huge smile on his face.
"It sure is sweetie. You want a peek?"
"Yes mommy."
His mom inched the fluffy blue blanket back to reveal a tiny screwed up face. "He's a bit little mommy."
Mom laughed "Don't worry honey, he'll grow."
"Is he gonna be a Sammy like we said?"
"Yeah, he's Sammy."
Little Dean peered closer at the tiny bundle "Sammy, I'm your big brother Dean and I'm gonna teach you lots and lots of things and I'm always gonna look after you but first you gotta wake up."
In an instant the tiny bundle wriggled and his lids sprang open, the bright eyes fixing on the green of his big brother. "Mommy, Daddy, he knows me."
As abruptly as it had begun the vision ended, leaving Dean staring at an empty space. "Where'd they go?"
The demon laughed "You want more, you got it but hold on tight, this is gonna be a bumpy ride."
Dean watched in fascination the arrival home of his little brother, the day to day lives of the Winchester family, his mom singing, playing with him, watching over him as he held his baby brother, the fascination turning to terror as he watched his mom carry him into the nursery to say goodnight to Sam.
"Night Sam."
Mom leaning over the crib "Goodnight love." A gentle loving kiss.
His dad's voice from behind "Hey Dean."
"Daddy."
"Hey buddy." Dad swinging him high and holding him tight.
"So whaddya think, you think Sammy's ready to toss around a football."
"No daddy."
"No." Dad hugging him tight.
Dean watched as his tiny self was tucked into bed by his dad as his four year old self slept the sleep of the innocent.
He shouted his mom as she woke, climbed out of bed, entered the nursery, checked out the flickering light, noticed the tv on downstairs, raced back up the stairs and into the nursery, her baby's name on her lips.
He watched as she was dragged up the wall and onto the ceiling by an invisible force, as a band of crimson spread across her abdomen, as his dad raced into the room, as he fell to the floor in horror as flames engulfed his wife, as he grabbed a hold of his infant son, as he thrust Sammy into the arms of his terrified four year old brother, as he for the first time issued an order to his eldest child.
"Take your brother outside as fast as you can, don't look back, now Dean, go."
His tiny legs pumping as fast as they could as he raced down the stairs, the precious bundle held against his chest, out into the cold night air "It's okay Sammy, I gotcha." His dad scooping him up, the three of them sitting on the impala's hood watching as the fire service put out the flames which had just destroyed their lives.
Dad banging on a door, the door being opened by a tall, thin man. Pastor Jim. Visiting a scrap yard. Bobby.
Dean taking care of his baby brother, holding him as he took his first steps, first day at school, first hunt, arguments with dad, Sammy leaving. Jess burning on the ceiling, dragging Sammy to safety, hunts, lots and lots of hunts, dad possessed, tearing his first born to shreds, the semi smashing into the impala, Tessa, dad dying.
Dean raised his eyes, a stray tear escaping and rolling slowly down the side of his face "That's not true, dad's not dead, I'd know, I'd remember." His eyes searched the face of the demon "You're a lying bastard, he's not dead."
"Alistair warned me about your attitude, I can see now that he wasn't wrong. He says hi by the way."
"Alistair." Dean whispered the name, visions of himself, hooks embedded into his flesh, chains clanging as he struggled to break free, to escape the torture of his body being sliced and slashed relentlessly, the air thick with the putrid aroma of blood, searing heat, high pitched shrieks and desperate screams echoing all around him, filling the air with terror.
"Y'see you do remember, Alistair's going to be so pleased, y'know, he can't wait to get you back, says you were one of the best, if not the best he's ever worked with, says you have great potential, but by the by, we're getting off subject here.
"What subject, other than you being a dumb ass freak who I will take great pleasure in sending back to the pit" Dean spat, the confusion as to what was real and what wasn't clouding his mind.
"You! You and your incessant interference; your uncanny knack of being in the wrong place at the wrong time."
"What're you ramblin on about cuz to be honest, I'm getting bored with all this?"
"You're standing in your brother's way, can't you see that? You profess to love your brother yet you still prevent him from taking his chosen path."
Dean closed his eyes for a second, his head slowly nodding "Oh yeah, and what path might that be?"
"You know what path and you also know, deep down, that there's nothing you can do to save your brother from fulfilling his destiny, you can't fight it Dean, just let him go, it's time to move on."
"I will never, never abandon my brother." The memories of his brother possessed, exorcising demons with just his mind, begging him to understand that he used his powers for good, to help people, to save lives, the broken little brother who sat before him and said he needed to go his own way for a while, brown eyes full of unshed tears, the terrified phone call after Lucifer himself had appeared to his brother in a dream and revealed Sam was his chosen vessel, that it was always going to be Sam. Dean screwed his eyes tightly closed for a few seconds as the recent memories fought for a place in the jumble that was his mind leaving Dean struggling to sort past and present. Was his dad gone? Had he really been to hell and back, literally? Was this all some kind of fucked up dream? He just didn't know anymore.
The image of a man wearing a trench coat faded in and out; Dean knew he knew him but just couldn't quite figure out who it was and why he was important in all this, he just knew that he was.
"You too have a destiny to fulfil Dean, a destiny that me and mine have strived for many years to detour you from and now, finally, I am in a position to do just that. I am going to take you with me, I know so many who would love to reacquaint with you, so I'm going to do the only thing I can; I'm taking you home."
"Tell me something first?" Dean stalled for time as he desperately tried to figure a way out of this.
"Okay, I'll play. What do you want to know?"
"Why all this, why not just kill me and drag me down south when you had the chance before?"
"This is fun Dean, watching you lose your mind, plus, and this is a big plus, when Sammy finds your body he'll be so grief stricken and wracked with guilt that he couldn't save you that he'll be more" the demon paused "accepting shall we say, of welcoming his new role in this world."
"Sam won't, he'll never accept that." Dean's voice was thick with emotion and certainty.
"But he will, without you standing in his way he'll embrace it. Remember how he trusted Ruby?"
The demon moved until it was standing directly in front of Dean "It's time to go."
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