Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural (once again, a slightly different chapter)
Seductive Song
Dean watched as his brother collapsed, smiling. Now he would be safe. Protected, once he got him to the master. Nothing would ever harm his Sammy again.
"Dean! Boy, you don't want to do this. He's your brother." Bobby said urgently, standing in Dean's way as he saw what had happened.
"I'm doing this to protect him. He won't understand, and neither will you. Get out of the way Bobby." Dean asked, rolling his unconscious brother onto his back and smiling down at him fondly.
"Dean, you ain't a siren! Fight this!" Bobby pleaded desperately, not wanting to channel his power to hurt the kid.
"Why?" Dean asked, stroking his hand through his brother's hair tenderly, his reason for being.
"Because it ain't you! You gotta fight this! Come on Dean, I know the human you is in there somewhere! You just attacked Sam, you wouldn't do that if you were human!" Bobby protested, and Dean looked at him pityingly, his eyes clouded and confused.
"But Sam nearly died when I attacked him because I was a weak human. Now, he'll always be safe." Dean said, eyeing the bag on the bed next to him.
"I won't let you do this Dean. We'll wait for your brother to wake up, then we'll fix ya. Just hold tight." Bobby begged, taking a step towards Sam to check on him.
Dean looked at the ghost sadly, and slipped the salt gun out of the bag as Bobby checked Sam, the old man frowning in concern as he tried to make Sam respond.
"Sorry Bobby." He said, and Bobby turned, and looked at the gun.
"Dean, you don't want to do that!" Bobby shouted, and Dean shrugged.
"You're trying to stop me protecting Sam. I can't allow that." He said, and fired.
Bobby gave a howl of pain as his spirit was dispersed. He would be back later, and be seriously pissed, but for now, Dean was alone with his unconscious brother. He could hear the master's song calling him home, to where Sam would always be safe. Dean smiled as he threw on a black tshirt and jeans. He had to get Sam to the master. He would be safe there, from everyone and everything. Dean gently picked his little brother up, managing to hold him like a giant baby in his arms.
"You'll be safe now Sammy. I'll always protect you." He promised, and left the room, to answer the call of his master.
XX
Sam felt awful as he came to. His mouth tasted sort of like maple syrup. Strange. He hadn't eaten any pancakes. And then, his memory caught up with him. Dean. Dean had become a siren, and he had transformed, before firing the saliva at Sam. Funny that his brother would taste of maple syrup.
His head was pounding, and the room didn't seem to want to move still, and as he tried to clear his eyes, he realised just how bad a state he was in. Like Dean when he had been captured, he was also half naked, his shirt removed. That however was the least of his worries. His hands had been tied to the two bedposts of the bed he had been set down on. He pulled at them, and they didn't move an inch. Panic spread through Sam.
His brother was a siren. He had drugged Sam and had brought him here, a place that looked vaguely familiar, but he couldn't think why. Some of his clothes had been removed, and he was tied to the bed, his legs being free, but that wouldn't do him much good. He had to find out where he was, who was behind turning his brother into a monster. And then he had to figure out how the hell they were going to get out of this one.
Dean had been turned into a siren, and he had been none the wiser. His brother had become a monster, and all Sam had done was sit there and watch. He should have known something was wrong with him. And now, Dean was on his way to becoming a complete monster, and he had drugged his brother, spirited him from the motel room and left him tied up at the mercy of whoever was behind this.
Sam shivered as he recalled being imprisoned by the Benders, humans who were insane degenerates, who had kidnapped him for sport. Ever since, he had been scared to be tied up like this, it reminded him of how helpless he had felt at the time. No. He couldn't panic. He had to focus, he had to get out of this, escape from here, and save Dean. He couldn't afford to fall to pieces.
Sam tried the ropes again, but they didn't give. His arms were hurting too. He couldn't panic. He couldn't allow his fear to overcome him. He still had time. If he could escape, he could save his brother.
Sam shook his head to clear it. He didn't feel feverish, so maybe the siren hadn't wanted to convert Sam. But if he hadn't tried to convert him, what was the siren's aim? And how the hell had they attracted a siren? They were meant to be rare, so something important must have brought the one who had turned Dean out into the open.
Sam looked around, desperate for any signs of his brother. There were none to be had. His brother had to be around here somewhere. The siren had gone to all the trouble of turning Dean, so he wouldn't dispose of him as soon as he had Sam, that just didn't make any sense. But where was Dean? He knew there had to be a shred of humanity inside his brother, and if they were to have any chance of getting out of this, it was that which he had to rely on. He refused to believe his brother was lost to him. Dean dying would by bad enough. Dean becoming a monster, he just couldn't deal with that, especially if it meant he would have to be the one to kill him. No, he couldn't do it.
Right, time to take stock. Dean was a siren, but he clearly wasn't a full siren yet. Otherwise, he'd have looked like one and he hadn't, so there was still some hope. But how could he change his brother back? Killing the master siren might do it, but that involved getting a bronze knife, and without Bobby to come along and save him this time, how the hell were they going to get one of those?
The siren has to have been working with someone. Dean had said there were two kidnappers. So the other one had to be as equally interested in the brothers as the siren was. But that particular line of thought didn't get him very far, as he drew up a blank of any species that would work with sirens, sirens tended to be solitary creatures. But it still made no sense why a siren would want to turn Dean in the first place anyway. Sam grunted in exasperation, pulling at the topes tying him to the wooden bedpost. When he got out of this, he was going to be pissed.
Sam looked around the room again. It's quilt was pink and the walls a cheerful yellow, and it looked very familiar to Sam. He just couldn't place where he had seen it before, its like his memory was hazy for some reason...
The answer hit him as the bedroom door opened, and he realised just who to blame for his predicament, as he was in her house.
"Becky!" he exclaimed in fury, and she smiled at him as she came further into the room.
"Oh good, you're awake!" she said happily, sitting down beside him and bending down to kiss his forehead.
Usually, Sam didn't attack women unless they were demons. This time was an exception, he was so furious, and he headbutted her as she bent down, making her squeal in surprise as she bit down on her tongue.
"Sam! That's no way to treat your wife!" she said in a hurt voice, and Sam rolled his eyes.
"I might have known you were behind this. You're working with the siren aren't you? And it's all part of some twisted, sick idea to try and get me to be your husband again! You turned Dean into a siren!" he roared furiously, and she shirked away from him, placing her hand on his bare chest to try and calm him, but it had the opposite effect as he kicked his long legs at her, and in fear, she darted off the bed.
"We had to! It was the only way to get you here, back to me, where I can look after you, like a good wife should." She said lovingly, taking in his naked torso excitedly.
Sam looked at her, gobsmacked. She was actually serious. She had allied with a monster in order to try and get him back, to make him her love slave again, and had turned Dean into a siren while she did it. Studying her, he saw that their annulment hadn't done much for her. She had put on several pounds, her fingers were dirty, her hair was lifeless, and her eyes were red rimmed.
"Becky, we're not married! We got it annulled! On the grounds that you drugged me. And that's not the only reason." He snarled viciously, and she shook her head condescendingly.
"You're confused Sam. Dean took you away from me. That's why I started to work with Nick. That way we both got what we wanted. I got you, and Dean out of the way. He got Dean, and you out of the way." She said, and Sam frowned, remembering back four years.
"Nick? Nick the siren? The same one we met last time?" Sam demanded in astonishment.
He was dead! Bobby had killed him, he should have been burning in Purgatory somewhere.
"Ah, I see you remember me Sam." A pleasant voice said, and Sam glared at the man who came into the room.
It was him alright. Considering how much strife he had caused between him and Dean, Sam would never forget the siren's face. He looked just like any normal guy, with combed brown hair and a wide smile. But as he passed the mirror, Sam saw him for what he was really like, a white skinned, bony monster, with large teeth, a disintegrated nose and sunken, hollow eyes.
Sam's eyes were then drawn to the other who had entered. It was Dean. Also half naked, Sam could see his skin turning paler and becoming more bony looking. His eyes were now fully black, and when he smiled at his brother, his teeth had taken on a pointed nature.
"How the hell are you alive?" Sam ground out, straining against his bonds. He didn't need a knife, he'd kill the siren with his bare hands.
Nick smiled smugly.
"You have your angel friend to thank for this actually. Here I was, happily minding my own business trapped in the void, when suddenly I was sucked up into Castiel. When he tried to put the souls back, some of us managed to escape the slide back down to where you stuck us. I'm not the only one of your old enemies out to get you. A lot of us have bones to pick with the Winchesters. Anyway, I escaped, and kept my head down to avoid the Leviathans. Nasty lot, big bullies, like to eat things. But that's irrelevant. Ever since I came back, I've been searching for you, so that I could finish what I started and get my revenge." He explained.
"You sick, perverted son of a bitch. What did you do to Dean?" Sam demanded, and Becky rolled her eyes.
"Sam! Forget Dean! You're back with me now, we can be happy again!" she whined, and Sam glowered at her.
"I'm not going to be happy until I get a restraining order against you." He snapped, and she looked at him with frightened eyes, before turning to Nick.
"You said you would make him love me!" she wailed, and Nick patted the air to calm her, while Dean watched the entire thing loyally, keeping quiet.
"And I will pet. But I must first help Dean complete the transition. You must be patient a while longer. To answer your question Sam, I have made him into a siren. Magnificent specimen isn't he?" Nick purred, stroking Dean's chest, and Sam strained against his bonds again as he heard Dean hum in pleasure.
"Get your filthy claws off of him you freak." He spat, and Nick tutted in disappointment.
"And Becky says you're such a lovely person. He has clearly fallen into bad habits with his brother. Come my beloved Dean, let us prepare you for what is to come." Nick said, holding his hand out to Dean.
"Dean, no, don't!" Sam pleaded desperately, and his brother did hesitate for a second.
However, he then slipped his hand into Nick's, and Sam couldn't believe what he was seeing.
"Yes master." Dean said in a submissive voice, and Nick sent Sam a victorious smile as he led Dean from the room.
"Dean will be alright Sam, I promise. I told him right from the off that we couldn't hurt him." She said kindly, touching his cheek.
"Hurt him? You and your friend turned my brother into a monster Becky! How the hell do you think I'm going to love you after that?"
Becky glared down at him, a pout on her face.
"Sam! You don't get it! We can be together, happy again, just like we were before Dean took you away from me! You were happy remember?" she cooed, stroking his hair, and he jerked his head away from her.
"No, you were happy. I was drugged, enslaved even! You basically kidnapped me, drugged me and made me into your love slave!" he roared, and she looked at him, hurt.
"You were happy." She protested, and he rolled his eyes.
"Because you programmed me to be happy! Becky, I would never be happy with you! I think you're a sad, pathetic loser, with no friends and no life! I belong with my brother, not with you, and I wish you'd get that into your head already. I HATE YOU!" Sam roared with anger, and he was sure he heard the wood crack as he once against trained against his bonds, the rope cutting into his wrists.
Becky looked at him, tears brimming in her eyes, shock on her face, while he breathed heavily, furious at her. When he got out of this, he was going to kill her. He should have let Dean kill her last time. He had never been so angry with anyone in his life.
She had joined forces with a monster, all in some twisted and sick attempt to try and get him back with her. To make him her faithful, doe eyed love slave again. And to do so, she had joined forces with an old enemy of theirs who had nearly ripped he and Dean apart, and he had proceeded to poison Dean and turn him into one of the monsters that it was their job to hunt down and destroy. He glowered at her, chest heaving in fury.
"You were happy with me Sam, I know you were. But you need to learn your lesson. You belong with me, not with Dean. And the first rule in my house is: I will not be spoken to like that!" she shouted angrily, tears in her eyes, and grabbed a cloth from a drawer.
"Don't you dare." Sam growled.
"You need to learn manners." She scolded, and grabbed his chin, opening his mouth and shoving the cloth in.
"I'll come back when you're in a better mood." She said haughtily, and stomped out.
Sam swore at her through his muzzle. She was crazy, deluded. And because of her, he could lose his big brother. He wondered how he was going to get out of this. He frowned, seeing no way out. He would be stuck here until Dean was fully a siren, and then Nick would poison him, and he would spend the rest of his life being a love slave to Becky. Despair gripped him. How had they gotten into this mess? Lying back on the pillow, he groaned.
Dean, he wailed to himself.
XX
"He hates me." Becky moaned as she dabbed her eyes with a tissue.
Nick rolled his eyes. Thank god he would soon be rid of her. While he hated Sam, he had to admit he had a pretty decent taste in women. Becky just didn't fit that description. Add that to the fact that she was insanely deluded that he loved her, and it was a miracle that he hadn't allowed Dean to kill her the last time she had gotten her hands on him.
"He's just reacting to the shock. He'll calm down." Nick assured her, passing her another tissue.
"He says that he won't ever love me." She wailed pitifully, and Nick patted her arm.
"I'm sure he will. Just give it time, and he will. What do you say Dean?" Nick asked, stroking Dean's hair as his pet hunter sat at his feet, humming a siren song that was growing stronger with each note.
"Sam is in shock. He doesn't understand that we're doing this for his own good." He answered softly, closing his eyes as Nick stroked him.
"There, you see? We'll both get what we want my dear Becky. You'll get Sam, and I'll get Dean. Soon now, he will be a full siren." He said proudly.
"Yes master." Dean purred, and he smiled.
And once Dean was a full siren, he would have his ultimate revenge.
XX
Sam had been pulling at his bonds for hours, trying to free his hands from their rope prison. However, Becky, who apparently had a kinky side, had tied him up well, trapping him to her bed. Sam was sick with revulsion. His brother was trapped outside and slowly becoming a monster, and he was in here, at the mercy of a crazy woman with a bondage fetish.
Sam tried once more to spit the cloth out. He had to figure out what Nick's end game was. Yeah, it was a delicious revenge, turning Dean, the best hunter in the world, into a siren. But it just didn't seem complete somehow. Last time, the siren had nearly split Sam and Dean apart, and had been about to make them kill one another when Bobby had killed him. But surely if he wanted them dead, he would have just attacked them. Becky's involvement didn't make sense. He knew what she got out of it, in her own twisted little world, she got her husband back, and once the siren had done his bit, he would become a mindless love slave to her again for the rest of his life. That thought alone was enough to make him want to vomit. His own, private version of Misery. But the siren didn't stand to gain anything from this alliance. Unless he truly did want Dean, and after all, last time, in an effort to ignore all the hurtful things they had said to each other, Sam had teased Dean about a male monster having the hots for him. Maybe that was all he wanted, but even then, it still didn't truly add up.
Sam thought desperately. He needed to get out of here. He needed to save Dean. He couldn't let Dean become a monster, not after everything they had been through.
And then, his salvation arrived in the form of Becky, carrying in a tray of food and a glass of water.
"Hello schnookums!" she said cheerily, and he rolled his eyes, wishing she would take the bloody gag out of his mouth.
"Are you ready to apologise for what you said to me?" she asked in a hurt voice, and he nodded reluctantly, and Becky took the cloth from his mouth, and looked at him expectantly as he spat fibres out of his mouth.
"I'm sorry." He said, gritting his teeth and never lying so much in his life.
"Hmm, your tone could use some work. Here, I made you soup." She said, looking at him lovingly.
"Becky, listen to me. Nick can't be trusted. He's using you, he's not going to give you what you want." He said, but she shook her head.
"Now Sam, we don't tell lies about our friends." She scolded, picking up the bowl.
"Is Dean alright?" Sam asked desperately, and she looked at him angrily.
"Sam! We're happily married! Look!" she said, pointing at her ring finger which still had a ring on it (definitely crazy) "we're meant to be together! It was written in the stars. Now, I'm willing to forgive you for running out on me, your brother stole you from me. But this has got to stop honey! We're together! Hunters together, happily married. You don't need your brother anymore." She said, and as he opened his mouth in outrage, she stuck a spoonful of potato soup into him, and kept the spoon in his mouth until he swallowed.
"I do need my brother. You can't make me choose between him and you." He snarled, and she narrowed her eyes at him.
"But you already chose. You said 'I do'" she reminded him patiently, and Sam bit his lip to stop from throwing another diatribe at her.
"Because I was drugged! What you did equates to date rape!" he hollered, and she flinched, hurt.
"Sam, I would never do that to you! We have forever, there's no need to rush things!" she wheedled, and Sam flexed his hands, once more pulling on his bonds.
"Becky, listen to me very carefully. Nick isn't being straight with you. He's going to turn on you." He warned, but she shook her head.
"No Sam. Just be patient a little longer my love. Then we can be together, and you won't be worried about your brother anymore." She said, putting down the bowl and running her finger along his jawline lovingly.
He turned away from her pointedly, and she sniffed sadly, and picked up the tray and headed for the door.
"Sam, you know, we never did consummate our marriage...if you want we could..." Becky began, but the look of pure venom he gave her told her everything she needed to know.
"Oh. Not tonight then, you have a headache." She said in a forlorn voice and left.
Sam once more began struggling at his bonds. At least he didn't have the gag any longer. He pulled at his bonds again and again, suppressing his fear of his encounter with the Benders and the ghouls. He had to get free, he had to save Dean.
Sam continued to struggle, not noticing as the rashes on his wrists gave way to bleeding scars.
XX
Dean's transformation would soon be complete. Nick watched in delight as his body turned into a fine alabaster form, licking his lips in delight as he beheld his creation. His masterpiece.
"Anything you desire master?" Dean asked softly, and he shook his head.
"No my pet. Get some rest. But stay away from Sam." He ordered, touching Dean's cheek tenderly.
"But master, we're meant to be protecting him. If I can't see him, he might want to leave." Dean lamented, but Nick put a finger to his lips.
"Hush about such things. He'll come around, he's just taking a little longer than expected. You can see him in the morning." He promised, and Dean nodded dolefully and clambered onto the couch, falling instantly asleep.
Only a few more hours left, and it would be over. Dean would be a siren, he would be rid of Becky, and his revenge would be complete. This had been well worth the wait.
"He still doesn't want me." Becky lamented sadly as she came through from the kitchen.
Maybe because you're the size of a small house, Nick thought savagely.
"Patience! A few more hours, and he will be yours. Contain yourself until then." He said commandingly, and she nodded.
"You're right. But he wants Dean. Are you sure you can make him forget all about him? I don't want to lose him again." She wailed, and he nodded.
"Yes Becky, I am. Only a few more hours, and Dean will be a full siren. His love for Sam will then be turned into Sam's love for you. Sam will love you as completely as he loves Dean, and he won't even care about his brother after that. You will be with him until the end of your lives." He assured her, and she smiled excitedly.
Sad really, that after his revenge was complete, she would be at the end of her life.
"No, Sam, help me!" Dean protested, and Nick's eyes widened in alarm.
"What is it, what's wrong?" Becky asked as she saw the look on his face.
"He's still fighting, I've never seen someone so attached to one person. Last time, I barely had to work to split them apart, this time they're both so close! If Dean keeps resisting it, he might not become a full siren!" he cursed, and she looked at him desperately.
"You have to break them apart! Otherwise Sam and I will never be happy!" she cried, and he pondered.
He had to stop Dean dreaming, he was dreaming of his little brother, and his love for his brother was overriding his own powerful magic, which simply would not do. He'd come too far now to allow Dean to fall at this final hurdle.
"Chloroform." He snapped, and she came back with a bottle a second later.
Deciding to ponder later why she had a bottle of the stuff, he got a rag and filled it with the stuff, before pressing it to Dean's nose and mouth. Dean gave a low groan and dropped into a still sleep, and he breathed a sigh of relief.
"That's better. Douse Sam with it as well." He ordered, and she smiled as she ran through to the bedroom with the rag.
Crazy bitch, he thought, perching himself near Dean in case he resisted again.
XX
Sam's wrists were killing him, blood having seeped down onto the sheets. His muscles were also sore from the position he was in, and he was still no closer to pulling himself loose. He'd tried everything, and he was still stuck fast, tied to the bedpost, still half naked, and still at the mercy of a siren and his crazy ex wife.
And now he was getting cold too.
"Sam!" Becky scolded as she came into the room, eyeing the blood on her sheets.
"Becky, let me out of this, and I can stop the siren before he hurts you." He said, and he could see he flustered her with visions of him coming to her rescue.
"No Sam. Nick is a friend, he helped me! I'm going to get you back, and you'll be all mine again. And we'll be happy and have lots of kids and live happily ever after! I'll show the world who's pathetic." She said confidently.
Sam glowered at her.
"Becky, I don't want kids. I especially don't want kids with you. You're crazy. Insane. You've deluded yourself into believing I'll love you, when I won't. The only way I will, it won't really be me. And you don't want that. Somewhere out there, there's someone as...crazy as you are, made for you. Go and find them and give me up!" he implored, and she smiled wistfully at him.
"Aww silly pumpkin, you will love me! Nick promised." She soothed poking his chest lightly, and he shook his head.
"No I won't. Please free me Becky. Let me go, I have to save Dean." He said urgently, and her face became a mask of anger again.
"I wish you'd forget about Dean! He doesn't love you like I do!" she protested, and Sam smiled grimly.
"Yeah, he doesn't. He loves me for who I am, not who he thinks I am or ought to be. And what's more, he isn't crazy either. And even better, he loves me more than you ever could." He said savagely, and once again tears appeared in her eyes.
Mentally unstable women really were emotional.
"I didn't want to have to do this, but you've left me no choice." She said in a grumpy voice, and pulled out a rag, and a faint whiff told Sam what it was.
"No, Becky, please don't." He begged.
He had to escape, he had to get to Dean...
"You'll feel better in the morning pookiee." She promised, and pressed the chloroform rag to his nose and mouth.
Sam couldn't stop himself before he inhaled the stuff. But, while he smelled the chloroform, he also got a hint of something else, the smell he had long ago come to associate with his big brother. Dean was still Dean. And while that was true, he had hope.
Sam's eyes rolled and fluttered shut, and his head fell back onto the pillow, where he lay, unconscious. Becky looked at her husband, the man of her dreams, lovingly, and kissed his forehead, his chest and then his lips.
"Goodnight my love." She said, stroking his hair gently before leaving the room to get iodine to clean the mess Sam had made of his wrists.
XX
Nick smiled as he saw Dean's eyes turn into black hollows. It was nearly time. He was nearly a full on siren.
"What is it you want me to do today master?" Dean asked eagerly, and Nick stroked his cheek with his fingers.
"Today my pet, you will prove your devotion to me. I'm sorry Dean. But we cannot protect Sam here. Not indefinitely. And he doesn't understand, and I fear he never will." He lamented, and Dean looked at him sadly.
"What does that mean my master? I need my little brother. If I could just talk to him..." he said, but Nick shook his head.
"I'm afraid not. He will never be safe in this world, and will never understand. You know what you must do. Grant him release. Prove to him how much you love him. Prove to me your loyalty. Kill your brother." Nick said with relish.
And then, at last, his revenge would be complete. After he had had Dean kill Sam, he would reverse the process, and as he became more and more human, Dean would realised what he had done, and would spend his last hours in mental anguish unlike any the world had ever seen once he realised he had murdered his brother, before Nick would finally finish him off.
XX
Becky had been passing the door to her sitting room when she had overheard, and hoping to hear how Nick planned to make Sam love her as completely as he loved Dean, she pressed her ear to the door, and what she heard next made her heart stop cold.
"Yes master. I will kill Sam, free him, protect him from harm. No one in the world will ever get to hurt him. I will release my brother from this awful world. I will kill Sam." Dean said robotically, and Becky gasped.
Sam had been right. Nick was planning to betray her. He had used her, to keep Sam out of the way while he prepared Dean to kill his brother. He had never intended to give her what she desired, what she wanted above all else.
She bit back a sob. She had been a fool. Nick had lied to her, used her, simply because he couldn't do the job himself. And like a fool she had thought it had meant something.
It was obvious now. Everything Sam had said to her the day before was true. He would never love her, willingly or not. He would never be her husband. She would never be Becky Rosen-Winchester. She would never bear his children. Sam was never hers. Never was, never would be. She had deluded herself, and in the process, had only caused herself more pain and heartache.
Becky nodded to herself, and pulled her ring off her finger, before running through to Sam's room.
XX
Sam's head was pounding due to the chloroform. Reminding himself to brutally kill the crazy bitch who had done it to him later, he once more pulled at the ropes binding him, and as the door flew open, he looked up to see Becky. He glared at her, revulsion filling him for what he was about to do.
"Becky, Dean doesn't have long left. Please." He begged, and hating himself, he looked at her with puppy dog eyes.
"Please let me go. If you set me free, if you let me save Dean...I'll stay with you." He said sadly, his eyes averted.
He would hate it. He would pretend to be happy for her sake, play house with her, pretend to be her doting husband, even give her kids. If she wanted, he would even agree to never see his brother again. But he had to save Dean. He had to know his brother would be alright, would be safe, otherwise he would never be able to live with himself or the torture he was volunteering himself for. He had to know Dean would be safe. It was all that mattered to him, his big brother. He would condemn himself to a life of torture and misery if that's what it took to save Dean.
Her eyes widened in shock, and her vow to free him dropped from her mind as she saw her gorgeous husband, lying there, tied to the bed and half naked, telling her exactly what she wanted to hear. He would be with her. He would stay with her. He would be all hers, and never see his brother again. They could be together, be happy, have kids...
But then, she shook her head, and Sam's face fell further, thinking she would never let him go, and that his brother would be lost in the small amount of time he had left. She looked at his hand, and saw that there wasn't even a tan line on his finger. It had been a dream, a fantasy, that should never have happened. And for him it had been a nightmare.
"No Sam. We both know that wouldn't be right. You don't love me, you never will. But you do love Dean. Come on." She said bravely, and undid the ropes around his red and cracked wrists, freeing him, while he glared at her angrily.
"You're just letting me go?" Sam demanded suspiciously, thinking she was up to something, and looking around warily for the waffle iron she had used on him last time, not trusting her.
"You were right about Nick. He's going to kill you!" she wailed, and Sam stood, his eyes narrowed at her in intense dislike.
"Becky..." he growled, and she shook her head.
"We need to get out of here!" she protested, taking his hand.
"Get off me!" Sam snapped, and she flinched.
Gone was the man, the ideal she had fallen in love with. This was the scary hunter, the brutal hunter. The one who could snap her neck in an instant. The man who at this moment wanted to kill her. The one who's brother she had endangered because she wanted to live out a fantasy, the man who's brother she had made into a monster.
"Sam, please..." she begged desperately, and he looked at her in contempt.
"I'll deal with you later." He vowed, and headed out into the hall.
Sam frowned, anger at Becky still flooding him. He would deal with her later. The crazy bitch had put them all at risk. But now, he had to save Dean. And the only way he could think of doing that was to kill Nick. He cast his eyes around for something bronze, but there was nothing in sight. Cursing, he approached the sitting room and saw Dean being stroked tenderly by Nick, who was singing a song to him seductively, not noticing Sam. Sam edged forwards, and saw a poker by the iron, which had a bronze tip. Bingo. He picked it up, and was about to dab it into one of his scabs, when Nick abruptly turned around in fright.
"No!" he hissed, and Sam swung the poker, hitting the siren to the floor with a howl of pain.
Dean stood, his skin nearly pure white, his eyes black and hollow, his teeth a set of fangs, all reflected in the mirror. He moved out of the range, and Sam saw him as usual Dean, if pale and his hair mussed, but the black eyes were still present.
"I'm sorry Sammy. I can't let you hurt the master." Dean said robotically, and Sam looked at his brother pleadingly.
"Dean, please, this isn't you, don't do this!" he begged, but Dean continued to advance forward.
"You'll never be safe Sammy. Not in this world. So I'm going to kill you. It's the only way you'll be safe, in heaven." Dean said softly, looking at his brother with creepy, loving eyes.
"Dean, no, you don't want to kill me, we've been through this!" Sam said, hating himself as he readied the poker.
"Kill him!" Nick bellowed, and Dean darted towards Sam.
Sam saw him coming, and swung, the poker slamming Dean in the head and sending him crashing into the fireplace,, and several items pelted down on top of him from above as he lay on the ground, stunned. Sam snarled and dabbed his poker in his blood, and lunged at Nick, who barely dodged.
"You sick son of a bitch!" he roared, spinning, and smacked Nick in the stomach, before bringing the poker up to plunge down into the siren's neck.
"Please work!" he prayed, chancing a glance at his fallen brother.
Who wasn't there. Sam turned too late, and the iron scuttle slammed into his head, making Sam stagger, seeing stars, as he dropped the poker. Nick gave a triumphant laugh and sat down in the seat, and watched as Dean robotically advanced on his dazed brother.
"Kill him my love!" Nick urged, and Dean sprang, tackling his larger brother to the ground.
"I love you Sam, and this is the only way for you to be safe." Dean whispered, as he wrapped his hands around Sam's throat.
Not again, Sam thought desperately, kicking his legs as he tried to dislodge his brother from his grip on his neck. He gagged for air, looking imploringly up at his brother, into the black soulless eyes he had developed, his own eyes bulging in alarm as he realised that yet again his brother was trying to kill him.
"Dean, please!" he begged, black spots appearing in his vision.
Dean squeezed harder, while Sam struggled, kicking his legs and pulling at Dean's hands desperately, trying to free his airway as blood thundered around his head, forced there by Dean's solid grip on his neck. Dean didn't relent, his grip hard and fast on his brother's neck, watching in detached satisfaction as his brother went red, is eyes wide and bulging, looking at his brother imploringly.
"Good! Kill Sam!" Nick encouraged from his seat, enjoying the show.
"Dean, no! We've...been through this! You don't want to kill me! Please Dean! I'm your little brother!" Sam protested in a croaky, pleading voice, his vision starting to go black as his airways were cut off, knowing he was losing the struggle to stay alive.
His struggle was lessening, his legs kicking less, his body squirming less, and his arms scratching at his hands less. Dean was winning, as his brother looked up at Dean with pleading puppy dog eyes, gulping for air desperately, trying to sustain himself that tiny little bit longer, to try and get through to the humanity in his brother, his last chance for survival, and Dean's last chance of not being doomed to be a monster.
"Dean..." Sam protested weakly, looking sadly up at Dean, pleading in his eyes, his puppy dog eyes still sad and irresistible, even when they were bulging from lack of air.
Sam gurgled, and his eyes rolled back.
And Dean let go of his neck.
Nick, the evil siren has won! Sam is dead...or is he?
Poor Dean has become a full blown siren, while poor Sammy was willing to sacrifice himself to a lifetime of misery with Becky if it meant saving his big brother. Poor thing. Bad enough your brother's a monster, who kidnapped you, but now the crazy besom who wanted you kidnapped to make into her love slave is now your caretaker. I'm mean to Sam at times arent I? And to top it all off, the poor kid has been strangled again.
Anyway, as always, next chapter is the final chapter, but I doubt it'll be updated tomorrow, gardening again. So what will happen in the final chapter? Will Sam survive? Will Dean become human again? What will happen to Nick and Becky?
And most importantly, what will a certain ghost, who was scattered by a salt shot, have to say for himself?
Once more, sorry if this isnt your cup of tea, please dont hate me!
But, as always please read and review (but no flames, I like seeing nice reviews or constructive ones, not nasty ones)
Hope to hear from you all soon!