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Beneath my Skin
John lay in a state between consciousness and sleep, he could feel the pressure on his hands which meant someone was holding them, and he could hear frantic whispers, but he couldn't quite place who was doing the talking.
He tried more then once to open his eyes and let his sons know he was ok, but there seemed to be a force holding him back, ever since he had broken through the haze and seen and spoken to his boys, he found himself further into the haze then he had been before, and the more he fought to get to the surface, the more he was thrown back down into the pits of his mind.
His minds was assaulted over and over again truth, how when he had died instead of going to heaven and being with his Mary, he had gone to hell, were he was torture beyond imagination, by the things that he and his sons had put there.
But what troubled John even more then the nightmares and the pain that came with them, was the whispers that he had heard when he was hiding. The demon had sent someone to trap his sons, to kill Dean and take Sam, but more importantly whoever it was, whatever it was, was in the appearance of someone they could trust.
He had to wake and warn them, before it was too late. If only he could work his way through the haze, and get to the light that was shinning so far in front of him.
Sam looked over at the women who had yet to show any signs of waking up, her constant whimpers and moans were becoming a call for concern, and her face was growing paler and paler by the minuet, whatever she was fighting it looked like she was losing.
Her face contorted in pain, her hands clenching into the bed spread, her shoulders lifted of the mattress and she let out a piercing scream.
Deans head snapped over to her and his face became even more worried, he let his fathers hand drop and he jumped up from his chair, standing at the side of his fathers bed torn between helping a women he barley knew fight some unseen force, of his father who he had already lost once.
Sam to was dealing with the same problem, on the other hand he had his father, who he had never really gotten along with, then he had this women, someone who he had known for a matter of hours, but someone who was now suffering because of her selfless act at bringing their father back.
Ellen and Ash looked down at the young girl who they had known practically all her life, here she was lying in a bed, withering in pain and there was nothing they could do about it. They had tried on more the one occasion to wake her up, but unlike John she showed no signs of improving.
Dean and Sam exchanged solemn looks and then looked own at their father, both of them sighing. Had bringing their father back been worth the price of someone else's life. To Dean yes, without his father he had been lost, all his life he had his father to look up to, his father was the one whose footsteps he had followed in, and when he died, for the first time in 26 years, it was down to Dean, he had know one to look up to, know one to guide him, it was all down to him.
But Sam, he had his brother, all his life Dean had saved his butt, know matter what, and yea he had missed his father when he had died, he had felt guilty as hell, believing that his dad had died hating his guts, sure he was glad that he as back, but he could live without him, and had done when he went to collage, so he really had know idea if someone else's life was worth losing for his dad to be alive again.
"She's not breathing" Dean and Sams gazes snapped to each other, before they rushed over to her side, and pushing both Ellen and Ash out of the way they jumped onto the bed.
Sam moved the pillows out from underneath Max's head. And tilted her head back and checking that nothing was blocking her airway, and that she was indeed not breathing, began to administer mouth to mouth.
Dean placed his hands onto her chest, and began the compressions, once he had finished he looked up at his baby brother as he once again gave her oxygen.
They had been working for nearly ten minuets and Dean was trying fast, faint beads of swat had formed on top of his head, Sam looked up over at his brother and shook his head.
"Swap" Dean nodded his head and quickly changed placed with his brother, Dean quickly gave her the oxygen and Sam started compressions as soon as he could.
"They don't have a clue oo this is going to be fun, im going to kill Dean and then turn Sam" A small figure stepped into view, her face bloody, her shoulder hanging from the socket, she fell to the floor in front of the demon, panting for breath as blood trickled down her face.
"I wont let you" The demon merely laughed and went down to her level.
"You're going not going to have a choice, in fact, your going to loll them, and you're going to bring the youngest to me"
"No" The women said weakly, the demon took her face into his hands and nodded his head.
"Then why bring John back, of your just going to kill him, why risk him warning them" the demon looked at her thoughtfully before letting her chin drop.
"Because I need John to make sure the youngest comes, and as far as warning them, that's what I want him to do" The women's eyes widened.
"Do you really think there going to suspect the women that brought their father back? Max"
Dean and Sam looked at each other before nodding their heads slowly, both of them had sweat on their foreheads, and both of their muscles ached, they turned to Ellen and Ash, and shook their head solemnly. Ellen shook her head, tears brimming in the corner of her eyes, and Ash pulled her to his chest.
Sam squeezed Max's hand into his, silently thanking her for giving him a second chance with his father. He looked down so quick he thought his neck would snap, Dean caught the sudden change and looked at his brother with concern, fearing that a vision was coming on.
"Sammy" Sam looked up at his brother and shook his head
"I swear I felt her hand move" dean looked down and then back up at Sam, before checking her pulse, he shook his head and Sam sighed.
Max came back with a shuddering breath, her eyes darting around the room in panic, she grabbed the first thing she could.
Both Sam and dean looked down when they heard the intake of breath, Sam looked down when he felt, Max grab his hand, and he locked eyes with her panic stricken ones
"Kill me, O god kill me"