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Blood to Blood

Ever since then, he would always see a familiar face in the local bar of every town they were in on a gig. It was always to same expression. Her physical features may be different, but what he sees in her eyes is the same concern, loyalty, faith as he'd seen in a particular bartender at every bar. That's how he knows Casey is watching over him. He never once asked for confirmation, because he didn't need to. He's always served the same drink, the same taste, and the same sensations on his taste buds - The Hurricane. That's how he knows it's her.

Her eyes twinkle at Dean. He returns with a charming smile and she blushes. It seemed that she never settled down with a particular style of host, but always with a great body. As long as it is a nice package, she'd take it and care for it, making sure no damages come to the beautiful of hers. Casey wouldn't want a girl to be bleeding out when she leaves her for another when the duo is finished with their job.

This time the brothers are hunting a Wendigo. It's a simple hunt. Really, but nothing is ever easy for the Winchesters.

"5 missing Campers in 2 weeks, Police are baffled by the incoherent clues left behind and warns all citizens to stay out of the woods for the time being. Belongings and lodgings of Campers are left ripped and torn, leaving behind no visible prints or traces of possible DNA. Detective Edwards says, 'we think it might be a bear attack but no sightings of such creatures have ever been seen in this town so we're only guessing.'"

"Hey Dean…this sounds like our kind of thing, you think it's another Wendigo?" Sam asked. Search for gigs have been fruitless as no reports regarding paranormal sightings and unusual death have been reported. This case was definitely much awaited as a bored Dean is never a good thing. He'd be particularly irritating and restless, and Sam would have to put up with his everlasting nonsense.

"Kays" Dean replied and the hunt begins……

The cold wind blew and Sam shuddered. There was this pit in his stomach that gave him a very bad feeling about this hunt. He didn't know whether it was that they hadn't been on a hunt for three weeks or something. Sam just didn't feel good about this hunt. Dean on the other hand, was ecstatic; he was practically dying to go on the hunt (no pun intended) as he immediately got down to business upon learning about it in the papers.

It was late at night when they finally found the creature's lair. The brothers were prepared with flare guns in their hands, stealthily they creep into the cave with great caution, noting every single step they took and left markings to track their location. This time, it wasn't M&Ms.

One creak was all it took to alert the Wendigo as it came charging towards the leading party from one of the diverging routes of darkness and stone ground within a second. There was no time to duck. No time to shoot. Only enough to face the hideous creature with looks of disbelief. Unfortunately, it had to be Dean. It's bad enough that he had only one year to live (or less) , now he's being clawed at by the infuriated fugly.

Sam had to think quickly. He lightly scalded the ugly thing, using the flare gun on his bloody haired back. He was afraid that he would burn Dean if he opened full power. He wasn't about to lose Dean. Not now, not ever. 'Casey' he thought. No, no time to consider. Save Dean

The Wendigo seemed to sense the danger behind him and with a quick turn, he shoved Sam's weapon away and threw him again the stone wall. Damn that thing is fast. Sam didn't even have time scream or shout, but he knew that Dean would do it. He would take the opportunity to fry the creature's ass.

Dean saw it turn and understood what his brother was doing. It was his chance now. Now or never With much effort, he grabbed his flare gun at arm's length and fired. Never letting the gun leave its aim till all he could see was fire… and more fire. He felt his arms go slack as blood dripped from his mouth onto his bleeding chest. He swore that the fire before him is just as great as his injuries- pain and more pain. The claw marks were burning into his chest, even after it had turned away. Dean was in so much agony, his vision swayed as his head dropped to the side as he lost consciousness. Blackness stole away his sight, took away his senses and he failed to hear the anxious calls of his brother.

When Sam opened his eyes, he saw a blurred flaming Wendigo. He wasn't sure if it was his concussion or the fading life of the creature. All he knew was that he had to get to Dean- Headache or no headache. Stepping away from the dying fire, he saw his brother, lying by his side, unresponsive. Horror filled every inch of him as Sam shouted out to Dean, hoping to receive any signs of living while he placed his fingers on his neck searching for a pulse that he almost couldn't find.

"Dean, come on" Sam nudged, wishing that Dean would just give a groan or whatever. Make some noise. Please. There was none. He picked him up and carried him unsteadily as Sam stood on his feet, knees threatening to buckle any minute. His fear exhausted him, not to mention the concussion from the damn fugly. As he walked, alternating his eyes from his brother and the road ahead, he saw Dean's mouth move.

"What is it, Dean?" Say it louderSam asked softly. All he heard was more gurgling.

"You got to speak up man. I can't hear you" I can't lose you.He tried again.

"Go..The………..bar" Dean managed to croak. It was barely audible but Sam got the message.

"The bar…now? Like this?" Sam questioned astoundingly. He was on the verge of death and yet he wants to go to the bar? Sam thought as he wondered why. They couldn't go to the hospital. Not when Hendrickson is hot on their wheels and that hospitalization will make them very vulnerable to the police. They are so screwed. 'Casey', her name rung in his ears again. Yes, that's it! The only option now to save Dean but how is he going to recognize her in a bar? For all he knows, she could've possessed another lady screwing around somewhere, but he had no choice. Dean's life is fading away as he considered. Gosh, this better works. Sam hoped and drove to the local bar immediately

He carefully laid Dean comfortable in the rear seat; head against the window propped up by a spare folded shirt for cushion as he roughly bandaged his chest to stop the bleeding. Sam left the impala at the doorstep as he entered the bar. He stank of mud and blood but the other clubbers were too wasted to notice, not to forget that they reeked of alcohol as well. Now he's got to find his mystery girl.

Casey was doing her job pouring beer and mixing drinks, attending to each customer with a smile on her face when she heard the bell ring. Someone had come in. Not that she took note of who; this particular ring had her looking up. Call it fate or coincidence, it was Sam Winchester, shirt brown and bloodied with bits trickling down the side of his head. He was looking for someone and no doubt it was her. Quickly she told her boss that she had to leave to settle some family matters and took the night off whether her employer likes it or not. She would leave. Dean was in trouble, she could smell it in the air Sam walked.

As she walked in the midst of dancing civilians she spotted Sam, all flustered and lost. Approaching him with one swift stride, she tapped him on the shoulder and whispered in his ears, "take me to him, please". Sam looked rather shocked but he obliged anyway. His brother's life was at stake.

The pair left the crowd without a sound and Casey finally spoke up, "you got to let me do this, I can help him, I owed him". Her eyes went shiny, tears falling freely down her beautiful face as she saw Dean lying motionlessly in the impala. Her heart broke to see him like this.

Sam was bewildered by the humane emotions Casey portrayed upon seeing his brother. He wouldn't have believed Dean if he hadn't seen it himself. He was right; Casey is different from other demons. He could trust her.

Together, they brought Dean to Casey's rented apartment and cleaned him up s much as possible, revealing what looked like a bloody mess to be a series of claws marks that ripped his chest bare. Casey chanted from memory a long chain of latin as she cursed her blood onto her host and drew sliced a line across her palm, pressing onto Dean's wound. Her eyes turned a demonic black as the chanting grew louder and louder till she was almost shouting.

Sam witnessed what was happening to his brother. He was being bound to Casey as she tried to revive him. He recognized it – an irreversible blood bond. In the book, it says that when a man a bounded to a demon, he will belong to it, and it can control his every fibre, be it mentally or physically. Sam understood that though this bond, Casey can heal Dean. She can save him, from his injuries and from the crossroads demon.

When it was done, Casey was breaking out in cold sweat, lips pale and dry as she fell to the floor, panting. She only cared about saving Dean and rushed through everything, before preparing to transfer some of her essence into Dean. She looked at Dean. His chest wounds were sealed and his face seemed to recover a tinge of pink. It wasn't after a few minutes did Dean suddenly heave his body up, taking large gulps of air as if suffocated.

Dean woke up feeling weird. He had this unnatural ball of energy swirling inside of him, waiting to be released as he jerked his chest up too quickly sending a wave a nausea and took several deep breathe to ease his light-headedness.

"Sammy, Wha- happened?" His voice was hoarse and shaky.

"I took you to Casey and she did what she had to do. Are you ok?" Sam asked, concerned written all over his face.

"Where's she?" Dean looked around to find her lying by his side, looking at him with great relief as she slowly picked herself on eye level with him.

"Thank you" Dean says to her with utmost gratitude. He couldn't thank Casey more for giving him life, no longer restricted to the one year plan. She just smiled at him, as sweetly as always and nodded in acknowledgement. However, he could feel this pressure building up in his head and thought if this was a good thing or not, or whether it was just a side effect of the binding.

There's one thing he knows. Dean knows that there's demon blood in him- A blood contract between him and Casey. He finally realized what that ball of energy was. It was Casey's power within him, threatening to explode as he struggled to contain it. His face contorted in pain and he grabbed his head by the side, baring his teeth in attempt endure the flowing pressure but to no avail.

Finally he let out a loud yell and let loose all of it. The ground shook vigorously, windows breaking and glasses exploding. That wasn't the most terrifying thing. What frightened Sam was that Dean's eyes flicked a moment of pure blackness…..

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