7
Sam and Bobby walked in a stealth like manner toward the warehouse where they had tracked Pandora. Sam squeezed the Colt harder and shifted his grip on it. Bobby had the jar in his hand, their bargaining tool. Sam knew Dean would be pissed at him for this but he had no other choice. Dean might die if they didn't do this, and they'd deal with the consequences later. This bitch had messed with the wrong people. And she had messed with his big brother. Dean had nine months to live already, and she was trying to make it shorter. Sam had sworn to Dean, himself, even God that he would save Dean from Hell and do anything to keep him alive, and if doing this was a way he could, then he'd do it.
"Kid are you sure about this?" Bobby asked.
"Pretty sure." Sam whispered.
"I'm gonna need a little better than pretty sure Sam." Bobby whispered harshly.
"Shh!"
They crept closer to the warehouse; Sam reached for the doorknob, ready to shoot this bitch the minute he laid eyes on her. But…
"Aw, Sammy, did you decide to make a house call? How sweet." The voice echoed all around them, shaking the foggy looking windows as she laughed. Sam glared up at the sky, pissed at himself. Bobby slapped his arm.
"Good goin' kid!" He spat. The door banged open, causing both of the hunters to jump.
"Well come in." Pandora's voice rang. Sam glanced back at Bobby, who threw his arms out in front of him and gave him a "you might as well!" look. Sam walked through the door, a vast, open metal room in front of him. One singular light hung in the middle, right above Pandora's head. Her arms were folded over her chest, hips cocked to one side, a smirk on her face. Her hair was pulled up in a black lace ribbon that went with the dress that barely fell to her knees. Sam had to admit, she was about the prettiest demon he'd ever seen.
"Now, did you and Mr. Singer happen to bring me my box?" She asked sweetly.
"Technically it's a jar honey." Bobby said. Pandora rolled her eyes.
"Well you humans have coined the phrase and turned it into a box Mr. Singer," She said. "Now, do you have it or not?" Sam flexed his jaw and gripped the Colt tighter.
"Take whatever you put on my brother back." He demanded. Pandora's gaze hardened.
"That's not the way this game works Sammy," She said darkly. She looked from Bobby, to Sam, then to the gun in Sam's hand. "Ho, ho, ho now. Sammy's got a big boy gun. That's quite a pistol you got there kiddo," She said with a mocking grin. Sam raised the Colt and aimed it at her chest. "But last time I checked you used the last of those magic bullets on the Yellow Eyed Demon, right? Or, well, your brother did." Sam smirked.
"We had it modified. The magic bullets may be gone but it can still kill you." He said, pulling the hammer back; Pandora's eyes were fixed on the barrel.
"I'd like to see that. But you see Sammy, if you kill me then your brother will go insane with all that noise in his head. I got the whole world yapping in that skull of his," She looked up at them darkly, smiling maliciously at them. "I'm sure it's quite agonizing." Sam's finger went to the trigger, tempted desperately to end her now. But he had an inkling that she wasn't lying.
"You take the spell off of Dean, and we'll give you your box." Sam promised. She eyed them suspiciously.
"How do I know you even have it?" She asked. Bobby smirked and held up the jar. She grinned. "Alright, alright," She snapped her fingers. "He's fine. Voices all gone," She held out her hand. "Now give me the jar."
Bobby tossed the jar to her. She caught it with ease, grinning as she held it in her hand. Sam shifted his grip again, the gun never leaving its aim at her chest.
"Thank you so much Sammy," She smiled. "You have no idea how lo-" She stopped, gaping at the jar. Her shocked expression changed to a deep scowl, her features darkening. She dropped the jar, watching it shatter. She glared up at them, her hands tightening into fists.
"You little shit!" She spat. "How dare you try and trick me! How long did it take you to make that fake Sammy?!" Sam sneered at her and brandished the Colt further.
"Doesn't matter," He said. "You aren't leaving this warehouse alive." She scowled at them, her lips curling over her teeth in a snarl.
"Fine, you wanna play it that way?!" She shrieked. She closed her eyes, an evil grin spreading across her face. "It's a shame, I really did like your brother!"
She smiled as her eyes opened. "His brain'll be Jell-O in an hour. I just amplified the noise of the whole planet's female population by a thousand. God I'll bet he's screaming so loud right now, and all alone too. You shouldn't have left him Sammy."
"You bitch!" Sam bellowed. "I swear to God I'll kill you here and now if you don't stop!" Bobby cocked his own sawed off full of rock salt.
"GIVE ME MY BOX SAMMY OR YOUR BROTHER GOES TO HELL NINE MONTHS EARLY!!" She screeched.
"You'll never see that jar if you don't take the spell off of my brother!"
"GIVE IT TOP ME DAMN IT!"
"I DON'T HAVE IT!" Sam screamed. "I HAVEN'T HAD IT SINCE YOU WENT TO TINA'S, I SWEAR!" Pandora stopped, her defensive stance faltering.
"How do I know you're telling the truth Sammy?" She asked.
"What could I gain from lying to you?" Sam said. "Dean hid it after you ransacked our room. I don't know where…I swear to you, now please, please stop hurting Dean." Sam begged. Pandora laughed.
"I haven't gotten to where I am today by doing as humans ask. You're brother's going to die anyway, I'm just speeding up the inevitable Sammy." She grinned.
Hate swelled in Sam's stomach, his face flushing in anger. "Don't call me Sammy!" BANG! BANG! BANG! Sam fired the gun before he could give it another thought. Pandora jerked, skepticism in her eyes, and collapsed, the orange light zapping through her. She was dead before she hit the ground. Sam lowered the gun, smoke emitting from the barrel at a steady pace.
"Oh good job Sam," Bobby said, walking in front of him. "Now your brother's head's gonna explode and we killed the one thing that could fix it!"
"Oh God, Dean!" Sam dug his hand into his pocket and flipped his phone open. His brother's voice answered him, but only in a voice-mail. "God what did I do?"
He darted out of the warehouse, not paying attention to whether Bobby was following him or not, which of course he was.
Sam pushed the gas pedal down as far as it would go and peeled out of the parking lot, sending a flurry of gravel and dust behind him.
Sam pulled into the parking lot, making the tires squeal on a sharp right turn. He slammed on the brakes, knowing Dean would be so pissed when he found out how hard he's been on the car. If Dean was still…
Sam shook his head and opened the car door, practically sprinting toward the motel room. He wrenched the door open, palms sweating, heart pounding, and a singular thought running through his head at ninety miles an hour.
Not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet, not yet…
He shoved the door out of the way, meeting almost complete darkness as the neon sign went out behind him. The bathroom light was dim; the only source of any light in the room, and Sam saw no sign of his brother anywhere. He wasn't on the bed where he had left him. Sam looked around frantically for…something.
"Dean!" He called, walking toward the bathroom. "Dean say something please!" Silence was the only thing that met him. "Dea-!" Sam hit something, something that grunted when he did. He looked down and gasped. Dean was lying on the floor, blood on his face, trembling. "Dean!" Sam knelt down next to him, picking up his head. "Oh God Dean! I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left. Dean, wake up," He started shaking his shoulder. "Wake up please!" Dean whimpered softly, wincing. "Dean please!" Sam begged, shaking him harder. "Dean PLEASE!" Sam heard a car pull up outside, but hardly paid attention to it. Dean whimpered again. Sam's heart thudded so hard against his ribcage he thought it might burst. This was anything but Dean Behavior. Dean never showed a sign of weakness, and now this.
"Dean! I'm begging you please wake up!" Maybe he was too late. Maybe Dean's mind was already too far gone. Maybe there was no hope left. Maybe Dean would spend the rest of his life on Earth insane. No. No…NO! He wouldn't accept it. He was about to yell again when Dean moved. His head turned in Sam's hand, his eyes moved under their lids. "Dean..?" Sam asked hopefully. Dean's eyes opened, slightly, but they opened.
"Sammy?" He said hoarsely. Sam nodded.
"Yeah it's me. You okay?" Sam asked. Dean closed his eyes and recoiled.
"Head hurts." He groaned.
"Dean, what happened?" Sam asked. Dean took a deep breath and let it out slowly.
"I went to get the blood off…" He said. "It hurt, so bad Sammy. I fell, and I couldn't get back up," He paused for a moment. "Then it went away Sammy," He said with a small smile. "It was quiet, so quiet. I thought you fixed everything."
Sam winced at the word thought.
"I stood up, to tell you whatever you did worked. Then…then I went blind. Everything hurt so bad, there was a white light in front of my eyes. I thought my head exploded. God Sam it hurt. There was blood comin' out my ears, and my nose. And I bit my lip so hard it started bleeding too. I screamed…I don't know how nobody heard me. I screamed for you, but I couldn't find you."
Sam knew Dean was just thinking out loud, more so trying to recall what had happened than paying attention to what he was saying. He didn't see Sam wince again.
"Then everything went black. And, now I'm talking to you."
"Can you, can you still hear..?" Sam ventured. Dean shook his head, then shuddered.
"Is he alright?" Bobby asked from behind him. Sam turned and looked at him, and shrugged. He turned back to Dean, who hissed and gripped Sam's arm tightly. "We should take him to the hospital." Sam opened his mouth to retaliate, but Dean beat him to the punch.
"Hah," He laughed, smiling ruefully. "And tell them what?" Bobby nodded.
"Good point kid." He said. Dean closed his eyes and bit his wounded lip.
"Dean, are you okay man?" Sam asked. To his horror, Dean shook his head.
"No, Sammy. I don't think I am."
--Oh no not a cliffie! Well, you'll have to wait til next week. How bout telling me how mad at me you are!--