That same non-suing thing sill applies. Also, thanks for all the responses, I love them all.
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He worked for a few hours and turned out the light.
Almost as soon as Sam was asleep, he slipped into a dream.
He walked through a forest, much like the one that he and Dean had just come from. Sam was alone and felt a strange compulsion to walk deeper into the woods. His years of experiences told him to be wary, but he walked on.
The trees grew thicker and the light dimmer. Branches and thorns tore at Sam's clothes and skin. A dark figure sat at the base of a tree up ahead. Sam was nearly running now, he had to go to the figure, but he didn't know why.
Sam suddenly recognized and stopped. "Dean?"
Dean was unconscious against the tree. A thin line of blood ran down his chin from his nose. Sam touched Dean's shoulder, rested two fingers against Dean's neck to feel for a pulse. With relief, Sam felt the small beat under his fingers.
The scent of sulfur came with the voice. "Welcome back."
Sam stood and slowly turned to the demon. In the shape of a boy not much older than twelve, it almost looked innocent. Sam knew better. The boy took a step towards Sam, it's form shifted slightly, blurred around the edges. It smiled knowing that the act revealed its fangs.
"You're gone, you don't exist." Sam was on edge.
The boy smiled coyly. "Am I now."
"I defeated you." Sam turned away, back toward Dean.
"Sam." Its voice was sickly sweet, too pure to be that of a real child.
He stopped and waited.
"I know what you want."
"You have nothing I want."
The demon appeared at Dean's side. In mock concert it touched Dean's face. Sam was frozen in fear.
"How wrong you are." The boy whispered. "Take a seat."
Sam was suddenly thrown back against a tree. He tried to move, but it was as though invisible roped held him still.
The demon boy circled Dean, its black eyes glittered in the falling light. "What shall I do to him?" Its eyes flashed to Sam. "Destroy him as he intended to do to me?"
"Stop." Sam yelled.
He had no plan other than to distract the demon.
"Come now, Sam, do you really think you can stop me?"
In the time it took Sam to blink, the demon was at his side. Its movements were too fast to see, but Sam felt each of the five times he was bitten. The demon sat back and licked its lips as though savoring the taste.
Sam wouldn't give it the satisfaction of revealing the pain he was in.
"Did I hurt you, little Sam?"
Sam didn't, wouldn't answer.
"Do you want me to try again to hurt you?"
Still, Sam kept silent. He focused his eyes on something distant.
"Choose, or I'll kill your brother. Slowly."
Sam glanced at the Demon.
"You or him?" The boy smiled. "I will destroy one of you."
Sam lowered his eyes to the leaves around his legs. "Me." He breathed.
The demon smiled mercilessly and walked away form Sam.
"I chose." He yelled, but it had no impact.
The demon suddenly held a blade and Sam tensed. He was helpless to do anything, to save Dean. The demon looked back at Sam and smiled. It raised the blade over Dean's chest and plunged it down.
Sam's yell echoed against the silent trees.
Dean wasn't asleep long before he was woken by Sam's muttering and thrashing in the next bed. Dean sat up on one elbow and turned on the light.
Sam's hair was damp and he had tangled himself in the sheet. He struggled against something dark in his dreams.
Dean sat up. "Sam, Sammy."
"No." He gasped. "Stop, please."
Dean went over to Sam and shook his shoulder. "Sam, wake up. Sammy."
Blood had soaked through the bandage and Sam's sleeve. If he kept moving like that he would open the wound further. Dean held Sam's arms down to keep him from hurting himself.
"Sam, wake up. Sam."
Sam's eyes flashed open, but they didn't see anything in the room. "No, Dean."
"I'm right here, Sam. Come on, wake up."
"I chose." Sam yelled. "Please, I chose!"
"Sam." Dean kept his panic in check. "Sam."
Sam's eyes focused suddenly on Dean. He blinked, his breath rapid. "Dean?" His voice was small and scared.
"I'm right here, Sam."
Sam looked around the room and relaxed some. He shakily pushed himself up and shoved the tangled sheet away. He couldn't meet Dean's eyes.
"What was it?" Dean asked.
Sam shook his head. "Don't remember."
Dean knew Sam was lying, but let it go. "Let's get your arm fixed up."
Sam looked over and saw the blood that slowly ran down his arm. His hands trembled as Dean stood and found the bandages from the bag. He returned as Sam pushed his sleeve up. Dean could feel the slight tremor in Sam's arm as he checked the wound and taped a fresh bandage over it.
Sam felt achy and he didn't think it was only from the bruises. He felt slightly feverish, but tried to make himself believe that it was just from the nightmare.
"You seem a little warm, Sam."
Sam met his eyes for the first time since waking. "I'm all right."
Dean gave him a penetrating gaze from his own bed. "Maybe take something anyway."
Sam stood as Dean stretched out on the bed. He dumped a few generic over-the-counter pills into his hand and swallowed them. He took a drink from a nearby bottle of water and crawled back to his bed. The standing and walking had made his head start to throb again. He wanted the sleep to bring relief from the pain, but feared where his dreams would take him.
Sam fought sleep for two hours as Dean snored in his own peaceful sleep. Finally, Sam couldn't fight any longer and he gave into the heaviness of his eyelids.
The demon pulled the blade from Dean's chest. Dean groaned a little and his eyes fluttered open for a moment. The blade was shimmering red as it caught the light. The blood dripped off the end. Sam desperately struggled against the invisible bonds that held him.
"Please, stop." Sam begged.
The demon turned to Sam with a sinister smile playing at its lips. It threw the knife over its shoulder. The knife stuck into the tree mere centimeters from Dean's head. Blood poured over Dean's shirt and his face paled.
Sam struggled though he knew it was pointless. "Please, take me."
"Are you sure?" The boy grinned.
"Yes."
Another blade appeared in the demon's hand. "I don't believe you."
The demon threw this one over its shoulder as well. It stuck, up to the handle, in Dean's chest. He gave an involuntary gasp and blood bubbled at his mouth as he tried to breathe.
The demon appeared in front of Sam, blocking his view of Dean. It grabbed Sam's shoulder. "I'll kill you yet, little Sammy. After I'm finished with Dean."
"You said choose and I did." Sam yelled.
"Ah." It smiled sweetly. "But I never said I'd play fair."
Sam heard Dean's last breath rattle from his lungs. He struggled against the bonds out of desperation even though he knew he'd never go free.
The demon met Sam's eyes. "Your turn."
Sam woke with a start. Terror constricted his lungs and his heart pounded in his ears. His shirt was damp with sweat and his shook. He looked over at Dean's sleeping from to make sure that he could see the rise and fall of Dean's chest. The slight movement calmed Sam a little.
Slowly, Sam sat up and placed his feet on the floor. The movement made him dizzy, so he sat with his elbows on his knees for a few minutes as the room stopped moving. He stood and walked into the dark bathroom. He closed the door and turned on the light. It felt like a dagger in his temple and he swayed on his feet.
