Ok, so here comes the rest of the story. Once again I hope I'm not overwhelming you all.
Sam Shall Be Hers...
Dean laughed at the nurse as she finished her joke about the two priests and the Rabbi. He really didn't get it since he wasn't religious, but he put his best effort forward to act like he understood it. So far it was working.
"Wow," the bombshell giggled. "Most priests wouldn't have laughed at that. You are definitely like no man of the cloth that I've ever met."
"Yeah, well-" Dean was replying when suddenly the monitor behind the counter began to go off. It was Breanne's.
"Damn," the nurse yelled as she hit the alarm and began to run towards the psych ward. Casting the priest an embarrassed expression, she hurriedly muttered an apology for using such language.
Dean didn't even hear her. Sammy…was all he could think of as he followed her.
"What the-" came the startled cry from the room. The sight that greeted him froze him in his tracks. Breanne lay on the bed, her face even more pale than before, her body disturbingly still.
The sight that made the hunter freeze was that of his brother, shaking and moaning on the floor. He ran to Sam's side and immediately dropped so he could grab a hold of him.
"Sam? Sam! What the hell?" Dean yelled, suddenly afraid. Something had gotten to him in this room, something he hadn't been there to stop.
He barely heard the nurse as she screamed for a second team to attend to Sam.
He barely heard the doctors and nurses as they tried to pull him away from his semiconscious brother.
All he could hear were the words being continually repeated by Sam: "He's better off without me."
-SN-
Dean sat at the edge of his brother's bed, anxiously awaiting a sign, any sign. A sign that Sam was going to be waking up soon. A sign that Sam was ok. He would have given anything to see something.
They had stabilized Sam and moved him to another floor. The doctor couldn't explain it, other than a small bump on his head from where it had hit the floor, there was nothing physically wrong with him. Dean knew there was a whole hell of a lot wrong with his mental state though.
Sam moaned in his sleep, shook his head, and began to murmur. Dean stood up, leaning in until he was inches from his brother's face so he could hear the words. A chill crept over him as he caught them.
"He's better off without me."
Sam had been out for four hours now. After his brief period of restlessness, he had calmed back down into an almost peaceful sleep. But Dean knew better, he had come to a conclusion while pacing the incredibly small room. He knew Sam was lost somewhere inside his own mind, and that terrified the older brother. He didn't know what he'd do if he lost Sam. But he knew he wasn't willing to find out.
Grabbing his dad's journal, he sat down again and began to read.
Sam sat on the dingy motel bed and waited for his brother to get out of the shower. They were finally going to catch the evil son of a bitch that had been killing all of the children. They just needed to wait for nightfall and they could finish off the hunt. With any luck they'd at least in the next town over by noon tomorrow.
"Sam, remind me I need to buy more shampoo tomorrow," Dean said, coming out of the bathroom. "Sure," Sam said numbly. He had been flipping through the channels for the past twenty minutes, not finding anything interesting on. His full attention was suddenly adverted as Dean yelped in pain. "Dean?" Sam said, rushing off the bed. Dean was crouching on the ground, clutching his head in pain. "Dean? What's happening?!" Sam said, alarm growing in his voice. "These…stupid…visions…won't…stop!" he said through clenched teeth. "Dean…what visions?" "Don't pretend do be all innocent. The visions that are supposed to be yours!" He raised his head and glared at Sam. A steady flow of blood was trickling from his nose, landing on the packed gray carpet of the motel room floor. "But, why are you having them?" Sam said, watching almost mesmerized as the flow of blood increased. Dean's head dropped again. "Yet another botched job of yours, you couldn't even get the ritual right! Congratulations, you got your wish! You get to be an only child!! I think I would have been better off without you," Dean ended soflty, menacingly, as he collapsed onto the blood soaked carpet. "Dean?! DEAN!!" Sam's cry shattered the otherwise peaceful stillness that had fallen over the room. His brother couldn't be dead, Dean wouldn't be killed so easily.
Rolling Dean's body over, his stomach did a sickening flop as he realized he now held his dead brother in his arms. His gaze slowly drifted to the window, watching the peaceful snow fall. It was almost as if it was there to taunt him, to remind him that he would never be that pure. His hands would always be soaked with the blood of his brother.
Dean watched in alarm as Sam began to thrash around on the bed again, his monitor steadily increasing.
"Sammy…don't you dare do this to me," Dean growled as he grabbed onto Sam's arms, shaking him. Sam's movements instantly stilled, and he began to repeat over and over again: "He'd be better off without me."
Dean's stomach twisted and he almost retched. The heartbreak he heard coming from his brother broke his heart, and he knew he could do nothing to save him. He had exhausted every contact, he had reread the journal until his eyes about bled, and had come up with nothing.
He was losing Sam, and he couldn't stop it.
Dean didn't know how much more Sam would be able to take, how much he would be able to take. It had been almost twelve hours since his collapse, and he had suffered four "attacks", as the doctors were willing to label them. Each attack brought Sam closer and closer to the point of breaking.
Dean had once again felt the acidic bile rising in his throat as he had watched the doctors shock his brother back to life after the last attack. Sam's face had taken on a grayish color, his lips were tinted blue. He had not even cried out after the last one, he had just flat lined.
It had scared the hell out of Dean. What the hell was going on? If this had to do with their current job, which was becoming more and more apparent, all of the other victims had done themselves in. Why would Sam be different?
He knew Sam had been in trouble, but the thought that he was actually dying hadn't crossed his mind.
Determination suddenly set in again. Something was attacking his brother, and all he was doing was sitting on the sidelines, watching it all happen.
He hated to leave his brother, but he had work to do. "I'll be right back, ok Sammy? I'm just going upstairs, I swear I won't be gone but ten minutes. You just hang on, ok?"
He stormed out of the room, not even caring that the door slammed behind him.
Making his way to the elevator, he pushed the button for the psych floor.
-SN-
And She Shall Make Herself Known...
"Hey Dean!" Connie greeted him as the doors slid open.
"Hey," Dean replied to the nurse. Her looks no longer appealed to him, all he could think about was his brother. The very sight of her sickened him slightly. He had been out talking with her when Sam had...
No.
The nurse had quickly caught on that they were not who they said they were after Dean had repeatedly called Sam by his real name. Amazingly enough, she had not questioned them on it, she seemed to just accept it.
"I need to see Breanne."
Nodding in understanding, she stepped aside.
Breanne was propped up in bed, looking ten times worse than she had the previous day. After she had suffered her own attack and dislocated her shoulder in the process, the cuffs had been removed with an oath that she wouldn't pull the tube out again.
"Dean…" she gasped.
"Breanne, what the hell is going on?" Dean demanded, not even noticing the slight look of fear that briefly crossed over the young girl's face at his harsh tone.
"Sam…fine?"
"Yeah, he's ok, for now. What the hell happened before…it happened?"
"Tried…to…warn…Sam…she's…after…him…"
Dean's heart skipped a beat. "Who?"
"The…girl…in…my…dreams…She…told…me…I…was…better…off…dead…she…wants…Sam…next…" Beads of sweat began to form on the girl's forehead as the effort to speak was becoming too great.
"Do you have a name?" he knew he shouldn't be forcing the girl to talk, but he needed to know.
"Yes…she…calls…herself…Constance…"
"Is she a spirit?"
Breanne had no clue how she knew, or why she should know the answer to that question, but she did. She also couldn't shake the feeling that she was somehow still attached to the Demon, in a way, linked. The part that scared her was she didn't even question it. "No…she…says…she's…a….demon…from…Hell…"
Muttering a soft curse, Dean turned and stormed from the room.
Constance walked slowly into the room, staring at Breanne.
"No…please…" her victim began to gasp.
"You betrayed me," she said, her gaze murderous. Her eyes were coal black, making even the next darkest shade of black look gray. "You will die."
She placed her hand on the girl's forehead; the shriek of the machines alerted the staff that Breanne's heart had stopped.
Closing her eyes briefly, she reopened them to reveal soft blue eyes.
Pushing the alarm on the wall, she waited while teams came bustling through the door, carrying crash carts.
Constance knew they were too late to save the girl. Taking on a sudden look of concern, she began to perform as a nurse with a dying patient should.
-SN-
"Son of a bitch!" Dean growled as he punched the button for Sam's floor in the elevator. Connie hadn't been sitting at the desk when he'd walked by, but he hadn't noticed. A demon was now after his brother, and he'd be damned if the bitch was going to win.
The doors chimed open and he stepped onto the floor. He walked solemnly down the hall towards his brother's room. Sam hadn't changed since he had last seen him. He let out a silent curse. He was hoping, just hoping, that Sam would have woken while he was gone.
Walking back up to the bed, Dean stood in silent awe of the man before him. He hadn't realized how strong Sam was until now. By the sounds of it, this was a pretty strong demon. Most of its victims were dying after a single dream, most didn't last the second one. Sam had survived numerous dreams, and despite the raw torture his mind was being put through, he continued to fight.
He smiled at the stubbornness of the man in front of him.
Dean lowered his head and looked at his brother closely. Sam almost seemed peaceful, and he had to let out a silent prayer to whoever may be listening that he was actually sleeping. He prayed that no dreams taunted his brother now.
"Sam…you keep saying that "he would be better off without you". I hope that you're not talking about me, because if you are I will kick your ass until it falls off, got it?" Dean lowered himself so he was sitting on the edge of the bed. "Truth is Sam, I need you. I've always needed you. Why do you think I came to get you at Stanford? I can't do this on my own, you were wrong, I can't. Sam, I don't know what I'll do if you leave me. You can't leave me, I'll probably go insane," he admitted.
"What will I do without my best source of entertainment? Let's face it bitch, you walk into every joke I lay down." Dean lowered his voice, leaning slightly towards his brother. "Sam, you've saved my life more times than I can count, and I owe you so much. You once said I could do this on my own, and I replied that I don't want to. To this day, it's true. If you go off and leave me now…" Dean's voice trailed off. He didn't even know what he would do if he had to continue on by himself.
"I thought you weren't into chick flick moments," came a soft reply from below.
"Sam!!" Dean said, almost hugging his brother. Catching himself, he settled with grabbing Sam's arm. Sam's eyes slowly opened, and blinked several times until evenly meeting Dean's gaze.
"How much of that did you hear?" Dean said, not even really caring.
"Just the last sentence or so. What happened?" Sam's voice sounded tired, and his words cracked as he spoke. ((Imagine his voice in "Bloody Mary" when he asked Dean, "Why'd you let me fall asleep?" sigh sorry haha))
"Well, why don't you tell me? Are you ok?"
"Yeah, I remember having several dreams of you dying. When I realized they were just dreams, they sort of stopped."
"How did you know they were just dreams?"
"I don't know. In everyone, you kept telling me how better off you would have been without me. It began to sound like a broken record to me; the more I heard it the more I was aware of what was going on. Then it all just sort of…clicked."
Sam's eyes slowly closed, and Dean put a little more pressure on Sam's arm.
"Sam?"
"M'kay Dean, juss tired…" Sam sighed before falling silent once more. He fell back asleep with Dean's words echoing in his mind: "Sam, I need you."
Dean carefully moved off the bed and sat back down in the chair with a satisfied grin. He would have to have more faith in the inner strength Sam seemed to possess. He couldn't believe his brother was ok. He almost wanted to wake him back up, and never wanted to let him fall asleep again. Leaning forward, he watched Sam, watched for any small signs of distress. Sam was ok.
Ok, and onto the next one lol. I apologize for any alerts anyone might be getting, for me uploading the rest of...I think there's 8...chapters. Loves to all. :)