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Enough said, here's the fic!
"No, I will not calm down! I will not talk about how I need to let go, and I will not rest until the yellow-eyed demon is dead!" Sam turned on John, his look of anger turning to one of pure unadulterated rage.
Sam saw red. John, his father, was holding a gun to him. What dad shoots his son?
John had the gall to offer a piss poor "I'm sorry son." Sorry? Sorry for dragging him into the hunting life in the first place or sorry that Sam was dead now and couldn't hunt anymore?
Sam felt an intense pain in his abdomen, and the next thing he knew he was standing a few feet away from his corporeal body. John shot him. Instead of trying to help Sam get out of there so he could avenge Jessica, John shot him full of rock salt, and it hurt.
Sam wanted to get back to where his father was, now.
Sam's surroundings changed. Looking around, Sam saw the tree he punched earlier still leaning to the side. He teleported! A quick look around showed John and Dean weren't there, and Sam had one guess as to where they'd be going.
Focusing, Sam popped back to his body. His dad and brother weren't there yet, so they must either still be looking for his body or they ran back to the car to get the proper materials. Sam didn't want to be salted and burned; he didn't know what happened to those spirits, and he honestly didn't want to find out. Hearing the crunching of leaves, Sam tensed. Here they come.
Dean and John came barreling through the trees, skidding to a stop when they saw Sam. John lifted his gun.
"Going to shoot me again? I knew you didn't like me, but I didn't realize you hated me." Sam snarled. John paused, his finger hovering over the trigger. Sensing his hesitation, Sam softened his tone and pleaded with the two elder Winchesters. "All I want is to help you guys find the yellow-eyed demon. Why won't you let me do this one last thing? Let me go out with a win instead of a failed exorcism on an airplane."
Dean took a step forward. "Sam, we do want to help you. All we want is for you to finally be at peace. I know you were never happy here, and I'm sorry you were stuck in the hunting life, but you finally have a chance to get out of it. I hate that this happened, but don't you want to be happy?"
Sam narrowed his eyes. "I'll be happy when Jessica is avenged. Our entire lives we've hunted this thing down, and now, when I can really help, you want to sideline me. This is-"
Pain, and then his surroundings changed. John shot him again! Sam looked around him. He was in a motel with fading floral wallpaper and papers everywhere. Sam was back at the motel him and Dean were sharing. Why the hell was he there, unless...
Sam wasn't just attached to his dead body; he was also attached to an object! It didn't matter if he was salted and burned now because he had a way out. Sam thought back to the woods and teleported back there.
The first thing Sam noticed was the smell: gasoline. Then he saw Dean throwing salt on his body. With a yell, Sam ran at his brother and knocked him over. Dean grunted with the impact as he landed on the ground.
"Dean, I have to tell you something. I-" Sam stopped. He was back at the motel. What the hell happened? Sam tried to teleport back to the woods, but he couldn't. With a heavy undead heart, Sam realized his body had been burned.
Dean grunted as he was thrown to the ground. Sam was leaning over him, flickering in and out. "Dean... to tell... I..." Dean looked over and saw his dad throw a match onto Sam's body. Looking back up, Sam was gone.
"Is... is he gone?" Dean asked, sitting up slowly. John nodded.
"Yeah. He's gone."
The car ride back to the motel was silent. Neither Dean nor John knew what to say. When they got back to the motel, Dean fumbled to put the keys in the lock. Opening the door, Dean walked over to the couch and flopped down.
John broke the silence first. "Dean..." His voice trailed off.
Dean sighed. "What do you want me to say, dad? I just got my brother back, and now he's gone again, and it's all my fault. And don't even try to say it isn't! If I had just gotten on the plane with Sam-"
"Then you both could be dead." John stoically answered. "I know what happened is horrible, but the demon that caused the plane to crash is still out there, Dean. We can't save Sam, but we can avenge him."
Dean was quiet, pensive. Avenge Sam? That wasn't too probable right now, considering their success rate with avenging his mom. Ouch, too soon. Moving on. Avenging Sam meant finding the demon that killed him. If Dean found the demon that killed Sam, he could offer it a deal! It was Dean's fault Sam died, so he could make it all better by offering it his own soul in return for Sam's. No, that'd be stupid. Sam is already in heaven; Dean wouldn't want to take that away from him. But what if Sam wasn't in heaven? What if salting and burning his bones sent him to a different, less friendly place. Sam could be living an undead nightmare right now!
Steeling his resolve, Dean turned to John. "Let's gank that son of a bitch."
