diclaimor: If these increadibly hot guys were mine, would I really be posting it on this website?
A/N: Ho! Ho! Ho! Merry Christmas... or two days before Christmas. Either way-- I made sure I made another chapter of my most popular story yet before Christmas. Though I haven't figured out why this is so popular, I've gotten many reviews and e-mails asking me to continue on it. So-- here you go! It's another chapter just for you, and I really hope that you like it, and that I continue to get awesome reviews for it. Well-- it's the wee hours of the morning right now, so that's all I have to say-- enjoy!
"No," Dean took a large step back, crashing painfully against the door of the ambulance, "No… don't- don't say you're sorry."
"Dean," Alex echoed the movement towards the hunter, "Please… sit down."
"No," Dean's breath caught painfully in his throat, "No… I'm not going to sit down. I'm not going to sit down while you tell me my brother is dead."
"Son--"
"No!" Dean shouted fiercely, "Don't you dare even think about telling me that Sam is dead!"
"Sam?" Alex froze in place, "Is that your brother's name?"
"Yeah," Dean stared questionably at the paramedic, his breath heaving in his chest.
"Is that his first name?" Alex spoke slowly as if trying to comprehend something he didn't understand, "last name Mayors?"
"No," a flitter of hope sparked in Dean as his eyes widened.
"The man that we have is named Charlie Mayors," Alex stared intently at the frantic man that stood before him.
"That's not him," Dean breathed out, feeling weak at the knees before sudden anger burst through him, "What the hell made you think he was my brother?!"
Alex turned around, grabbed something from behind him, then held up a brown leather wallet as a feeble reason, "The guy over there," he pointed to the man that had been talking to Dean earlier, "He said this was your wallet, and that you dropped it. The name inside says that you're Dean Mayors, and the guy that we- we pulled out... his ID said his name was Charlie Mayors. I asked the guy, and he said that was your brother."
"It's not him," Dean gasped out in relief, feeling his body go weak.
Alex shrugged in confusion, "I don't know why he'd say it was your brother. But I'm really sorry for all of this."
Dean grabbed his wallet from the paramedic and turned around, "That's ok. Thanks."
Opening up the wallet, Dean saw, indeed, his fake ID reading 'Dean Mayors'. It was a new ID, which was why it was the only one sitting in his wallet at the moment. Sam had a different ID in his; Alexander Wright, so Dean let his heart rate slow down in the realization that it wasn't his brother that they had pulled out of the hotel. Just a freak coincidence.
"And a son of a bitch," Dean fumed spotting the man off in the distance.
"Hey man," he smiled sympathetically at Dean as he approached, "I'm really sorry about your brother."
"Really?" Dean could hardly keep the emotions from his voice.
"Yeah," the guy placed a hand on Dean's shoulder, "If there's anything I can do for you…"
Dean nodded his head and looked at him for a moment before pulling his arm back and clocking the mysterious nuisance upside the head with all the force he dared use. He fell to the ground with a solid thump, and Dean turned on his heel just as a crowd of people started form. Feeling slightly better, Dean walked towards his precious car, which miraculously was still parked at the edge of the once was parking lot.
"Thank God Sammy," Dean breathed leaning against the trunk of the car.
Emotionally empty, Dean slumped down to the ground, his head falling weakly between his knees as he felt the wound on his stomach tighten painfully. Built up tears fell from his face to the debris strewn ground, but Dean didn't even care anymore, and just wished that everything was all a bad dream, and he could wake up to a place where Sam was alive and beside him, and there was no demons or evil to fight. The hunter's desperate thoughts were interrupted, however, when he heard his familiar ring tone, and felt his cell-phone vibrate in his pocket.
"What the hell-" Dean cleared the emotions from his throat as he looked at the display screen.
Bobby.
"Hello?" Dean answered on the fourth ring.
"Dean," Bobby sounded frantic, "I heard about the twister. Are you boys ok?"
Dean was silent, the large lump forming again in his throat.
"Dean," Bobby's voice was soft now as he spoke, "…Dean, what happened to Sam?"
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Sam stopped his trek towards the farm house, his eyes staring into that of his Dad's. He knew it couldn't be true-- that there was no way that it could possibly be his father, but Sam didn't want to loose the moment that lingered in the air.
"Dad," Sam choked on the word again as he took a tentative step forwards.
In an instant the image of his Dad swirled into another painstakingly familiar image; this time of Jessica. Her blond hair flowed gracefully down her back; her blue eyes sparkling in the sunshine. A white dress blew softly in the breeze as a smile slowly spread to her face.
"Jess," Sam breathed deep.
The young Winchester did move forward now, and covered the distance to the steps in mere seconds. His girlfriend stood, staring longingly at him, and Sam knew if he could just get close enough, he could grab her, and keep them both safe.
"Jess…" Sam held his arm out towards her, "Jess… take my hand."
Sam was just about to take another step forward when suddenly the demon in the black cloak appeared behind Jessica; a long, graying arm sticking out to grab her.
"Jess, no!" Sam screamed.
The demon grabbed Jessica from around her neck, wrenching her backwards.
Jessica's arms flew out towards Sam, her words echoing in the air, "Why Sam?"
"No!" Sam cried out lunging at the demon.
Sam thumped hard to the porch as the cloaked demon disappeared along with Jessica. For a long moment Sam stayed laying on the old wooden porch, his face towards the dust layered wood as he squeezed his eyes shut.
"Not again," Sam whispered out desperately, anger and frustration bubbling up in tears.
Slowly, as if in response to his plea, the ground shook beneath him. Sam's head jerked up, and watched as once more his surroundings swished and swirled around him until he found himself laying in the middle of the sidewalk on a busy street.
"What the hell," Sam stood to his feet; the dozens of people pushing past him in silence.
It took Sam a moment to get his thoughts straight, but once he did, he realized that once again he was in the same area as before. The only difference this time was that determination and renewed anger flowed through Sam, and he knew that if the demon were to show itself again, he wouldn't run away from it, but towards it.
"Just try it!" Sam screamed out, "Just try and get me, you son of a bitch!"
People continued to walk around him, seemingly not hearing a word of what he'd yelled, so it caused Sam to jump when he heard a reply from behind him.
"Hey!"
Sam turned around, and saw a man in jeans and a white t-shirt walking over, his eyes wide.
"Can you hear me?" Sam asked in a quieter voice.
"Yeah," the man grinned, "I've been looking everywhere for someone to hear me too! I'm so glad I found you."
"You're telling me," Sam breathed a sigh of relief towards the welcomed stranger, "Have you seen-- anything strange?"
"You mean besides these drones?" the man questioned, a smile pulling at his mouth, "There was some large figure-- he had a black cloak on."
Sam's eyes widened, "Did he go after you?"
The guy nodded, "Yeah. But I got him."
This startled Sam, "What do you mean you got him?"
"I killed him," the stranger smiled triumphantly, "The thing tried to kill me, and so I grabbed a stick that was near me, and jabbed it right into him."
"What happened then?" Sam eagerly asked.
"Uhh-- it let out this really loud screech, then kind of went poof," the man explained slowly; taken aback from Sam's enthusiasm.
"It's still after me though," Sam whispered, staring wearily off into the distance, "Why…"
"What?"
Sam looked back up at the stranger, "The dem- the thing is still coming after me. How'd you like to help me get rid of it?"
"Sure," the man grinned.
Sam returned the smile and stuck out his hand, "My name's Sam Winchester."
The man shook his hand, "I'm Charlie Mayors."
to be continued...
A/N: Scared? Sacred is for wimps-- petrified is more how I feel about this story. I think I did an ok job with this chapter, and I really hope you all continue to review and let me know if I'm delusional or not. The next chapter will really make things interesting because Bobby has some important information to tell Dean... Until then, hit that awesome review button, and lemme know what ya' all think of your early Christmas present! (ps-- the next chapter may take a while to post, but there will be more-- I promise!)
