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Sam awoke from his nightmare with a start, ripping out some of the stitches that Dean had put into his back. He ignored the damp spots that began to spread across his back and got up from the bed, careful to be more ginger this time. Sam padded carefully over to his laptop and started it up. Margot's words ran in a constant loop inside his head, reminding him of what had to be done. Sam swallowed hard as he finished his last minute research, he would do it. I deserve it, he told himself, I lied and it killed Jess, I deserve it.
The only cause of doubt that he had was Dean. Sam feared that his older brother wouldn't understand and that he would hate him for what he had to do. Dean had always worked so hard to keep the Winchester family together, but there had to be some way to make him understand that their family was better off minus him. He was a liar and if Dean really thought about it, he was sure that he would see that things would be better off that way. There would be no more worrying about his visions and maybe Dad would let him start hunting with him again. Dean will be so much happier, Sam assured himself, he doesn't need me.
He took one last glance at his sleeping brother. Dean hadn't even bothered to take off his jacket before collapsing on the lumpy mattress. He was snoring softly and there was even a ghost of a smile across his lips. His older brother was so deep in sleep, that he didn't notice when Sam removed the keys to the Impala out of his pocket. Dean simply made a noncommittal noise and rolled over onto his stomach, continuing to snore. Despite Dean's peaceful expression, Sam still felt that something was unfinished. In a split second he realized what it was. He needed to leave Dean a note…then he could do what was necessary.
Sam scribbled the words down on a piece of paper that he'd torn out of his notebook and then placed the paper on his bed. With everything set and done, he had expected the nagging in the back of his mind to dissipate, but it continued. Margot continued to push him and another much weaker voice persisted unintelligibly. All attempts to tune into the latter caused an intense pain to erupt between his eyes. Sam shook his head, causing his hair to fall into even greater disarray and continued to the motel door.
Sam turned the doorknob and looked over his shoulder at his slumbering brother, "Goodbye, Dean."
Dean awoke from his nightmare with a start, almost falling off of his bed. A quick look the clock told him that it was just after 3:00am. He ran a hand over his sweat covered face and tried to clear his mind of the horrifying mental image. Sam was burning and there was nothing he could do. Sam was burning and that Margot bitch was standing there laughing…laughing while Sammy screamed. The sooner he torched St. Mary's the better. The freaking orphanage was causing way more problems than it was worth. Dean looked over to Sam's bed to find some assurance that his nightmare was false, but found none.
Sam was gone! His little brother was missing. Dean's first instinct was to do a whirlwind search of the motel room. It was futile from the beginning; his oversized brother hadn't been able to fit in any available hiding place in places like this since he was eight. Next was the parking lot and what he saw put him on the brink of a panic attack. His little brother and the Impala were missing.
Dean stumbled back into the motel room, his mind a complete jumble. It wasn't until that very moment that he noticed the piece of paper on Sam's bed, which he must have missed during his earlier frenzy. Part of him wanted an explanation for his little brother's disappearance, but another part was afraid of what he might find on the creased piece of paper. With shaking hands, he unfolded the letter.
Dean,
I figured out how Margot picks her victims. She only kills liars. I' m going to burn down St. Mary's and stop her. I'll take care of everything. The keys to the Impala will be underneath the driver's seat of the Impala. I have to do this Dean, things will get better, I promise. Please understand, I deserve it.
Sam
Dean ran his hand over his haggard face once again, willing the letters to rearrange themselves and whispered to a little brother who couldn't hear him, "Oh Sammy…what do you think you deserve?"
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