A/N Hey so sorry about the long wait, I got some temporary writers block, but with your help I kicked it in the ass! and here I am with the next chapter. a lot happens in this chapter, and next chapter should help introduce some more of the characters from the show.
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural, or any of the characters.
As soon as Jess leaves the room, Dean starts spurting his delusions, telling me that he got some sort of clue as to where Dad was.
I hold up a hand, "Dean." I start, but he cuts me off, grumbling about going to some town called Jericho, "Dean!" I say, this time with more force.
He stops, and looks at me, "What is it Sammy?" he asks, coming towards me, he places a hand on my shoulder.
"Dean… I gotta tell you something." I tell him, tears forming in my eyes. True our dad was a bastard, but he was still our dad, "Dean, dad's… Dad's dead Dean."
Dean looks at me, what I said doesn't seem to register with him, then he starts laughing, "That's a good one Sammy. I thought you just said dad was dead." He says, then he gets serious, leaning in close, "you shouldn't say things like that Sam. That's quitter talk, we're going to find dad." He claps my shoulder roughly, "Don't give up hope Sammy boy, we're gonna figure out what took dad, then?" he smiles slickly, and I know what he's going to say, before he says it, "Then we're going to kill it. You and me, just like old times. Saving people, hunting things. The family business. Right Sammy?" he asks, hope in his eyes.
I shrug his hand off of my shoulder, "No Dean. Not like old times. Dean… There is no family business. It's all in your head." I say, "There are no monsters. Dad died of a heart attack, earlier this year. He's not on a hunting trip, and he hasn't been home for more than a few days, dad's gone Dean, he died, he had a heart attack like a normal person! He isn't off hunting for monsters! Because there are none. The only thing dad hunted for when we were kids, was the next cheap liquor store, where he could get his next hit, preferably near a motel, so he could ditch us, while he went to the bar, and drank to forget what a deadbeat he was." I take a breath, and measure up Dean's anger level, figuring that I shouldn't rile him too much, but not really caring at this point.
"This has to stop Dean. Tonight you put yourself, and a lot of others at risk. You broke out of the hospital, you robbed some poor bastard, and stole his clothes!" I shout, pointing at the worn out l jacket over jeans and button-down, "and for what?" I demand, "To come and spout some BS about our dead dad on a hunting trip? You're delusional, and you need serious help. I'm going to take you back to the hospital, before you hurt yourself, or worse."
Dean set his jaw, "I'm not going anywhere Sammy. Especially that hellhole, you call a hospital. I can't stay there, they're monsters Sam. And that nurse? The one you like so much? Meg? That black eyed bitch is the worst of all of them, she's a demon, and you're friends with her! I ain't going back into that place, not until I find dad. He would never do this to me Sammy. He would never make me live with the demons."
"Dean." I try again, "They aren't demons. They want to help you!" I start, but before I can say anything more, Dean is in front of me, throwing me at the wall, pressing his hand to my throat, his eyes crazed, and his breath coming fast. "Dean." I choke out.
Dean presses me to the wall harder, and I can hardly breathe. "You're one of them aren't you?" he asks, looking deep into my eyes, "get the fuck out of my little brother, you black eyed son of a bitch." He orders.
"Dean." I gasp, he's starting to cut off my airways, I see black spots, when Dean releases me, and stares through the door. I turn, and see Jess standing there.
Dean pastes on a smile as he turns to her, "Jess!" I choke out, still trying to catch my breath, "Jess call 911." I gasp, grabbing my brother's arm, trying to stop him going after Jess, who looks at me with fear, before running to the bedroom to call the police.
Dean turns to me, his eyes are clearer than they were moments ago, and he looks at me, and see's the way I'm leaning against the wall, "Sammy?" he asks, putting an arm around my shoulder, concern tinging his voice, "What happened Sammy?" he asks, trying to support me.
I push him away, and straighten, standing in the doorway, "Stay away from me Dean." I gasp.
Dean looks at me hurt, "Sammy… I…" he starts.
"You're sick Dean." I tell him, "You need to get help."
Dean shakes his head, "No Sam, I need to help people, even if they don't want it. Because I'm the only one that can see the monsters out there in the world. I've tried to show you, to make you understand, but you don't, I don't think you ever will either." He pleads.
I shake my head, still backing away from him. "You're the only monster." I spit at him.
Dean's eyes cloud with anger, "No Sam. I'm not a monster, but maybe you are. Maybe all this time you haven't been my brother. Maybe you killed Sammy, and you're some monster, wearing his skin." He says voice low and threatening, "Maybe I should cut you out of his skin, like you did to him." Dean says, reaching his hand into his coat, pulling out a knife.
My blood runs cold, as I watch the light glint off the deadly steel, "Dean." I say holding up a hand, "You don't want to do this."
Dean strikes out at me, and I feel a burning sensation in my arm, and look down to see blood welling out of a slice on my bicep, "You cut me." I say in shock, looking up at my brother with fear.
"You deserved it, for what you did to Sammy." Dean growls, lunging forward again, this time I dodge escaping with only a scratch to my middle.
"What are you talking about? I am Sam!" I shout, this time swinging out and deflecting the knife. Dean loses his grip and the blade clatters onto the floor loudly.
Before Dean has a chance to retrieve it, I scrabble towards it, even if I can't get it, I can keep Dean from getting it long enough for the police to get here.
"My brother would never leave his father out there in the hands of monsters. I'm gonna gank you. You disgusting freak. You hurt my brother, and for that, you're gonna die." Dean says, lifting one foot and bringing it down on my hand, his fingers curling once more around the handle of the deadly blade.
Dean straightened, twirling the blade carelessly between his fingers, "you know what I'm gonna do to you?" Dean asks danger glinting in his eyes, "I'm going to kill you slowly, because you killed Sam."
I try to loose myself from beneath my brother's foot, and he grinds down crushing the bones in my hand to the floor, I hear sirens in the distance, and pray they're coming here.
Dean suddenly takes his foot off of my hand, and starts whispering. At first I can't understand what he's saying, then I realize he's speaking in another language, "omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii," he chants, dropping to one knee in front of me.
The sirens continue to grow closer, and I spot the flashing red and blue of the cruisers outside the window. I scramble back from Dean, and his mouth quirks up in a twisted grin, "Welcome back Sammy." He says happily, stashing the knife back into his coat, and gets back to his feet, "You gotta be more careful baby brother, got yourself possessed." He says reaching out a hand to help me to my feet.
I refuse to touch him, even to take his hand for help.
"Come on Sammy, don't be the tuff guy, let me help you!" he snaps, trying to grab my arm.
"Don't touch me." I growl, pulling away. Dean looks hurt as I push my way up the wall, clutching my arm where blood is still pulsing out of the wound my brother inflicted, I hear feet pounding up the steps, and call out to the police, "Help! He's in here! He has a knife!"
Dean looks shocked, "Sam! What are you shouting for? Yeah I got a knife, I always have a knife."
There's pounding on the door, and it bursts open, letting in at least a dozen uniformed police officers, Jess trailing out of the bedroom cautiously, "Drop the weapon! Down on the ground!" the cops shout, guns out aimed at my brother.
"Okay, okay, let's just take it easy fella's." Dean says pulling out the knife and setting it on the ground, "It's all just a big misunderstanding." He says smoothly, "Tell em Sammy, tell em how much of a misunderstanding this is."
I swallow, "This is my brother." I start, looking Dean in the eye, and he smiles lightly. "But there was no misunderstanding." I say, and look away from him, as the officers slap cuffs onto Dean, who starts shouting, and fighting back, calling me a bastard.
One of the cops pulls out a Taser and presses it into Dean's side, he goes rigid, and goes limp into the officers grasp, another in the back speaking into his walkie, I follow them out onto the street, an audience already gathering out on the sidewalk, to see what the commotion is about, several still in Halloween costumes, and Dean glares at them with rage in his eyes, as they push him into the cruiser, Jess puts her hand on my shoulder, "Sam…" she whispers, "You're hurt." I look down at my bloodstained shirt, and suddenly the adrenalin wears off, I'm struck by a wave of dizziness. Jess shouts, and paramedics surround me and Jess, taking stock of my wounds and guide me over to the ambulance.
As the cruiser pulls away, my eyes lock with Dean, and I see murder in his gaze.
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