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Chapter 7 – Light to Overcome Darkness

"Hey, it's ok, look at me like you did before," said Dean smiling at the boy despite all the worries that clouded his mind. The boy wouldn't stop crying and his eyes were fixed on the ground. He took a step back when Dean tried to touch his shoulder. "Look at me, please."

He didn't know why he needed the kid to show him his blue eyes again, but he simply did, and he wouldn't do anything else until the boy looked back at him. But the kid was too scared, so Dean tried a different approach.

"I'm Dean, what's your name?" he asked gently and that seemed to do it. The boy's sobs became calmer, although his eyes were still fixed on the ground.

"I have lots of names," he replied, suddenly sounding much older than he looked. "Will you destroy the necklace like that man said?" he asked suspiciously.

"No, I just need to buy time to get you and my little brother out of here."

"You have a little brother?"

Dean knew they had no time for this, but if he wanted to gain the boy's trust he would have to answer him.

"Yeah, his name is Sammy… see, that bad man who wants the necklace took over his body, so I need to save him."

The boy laughed, a wonderful melody in the chaos that surrounded them, but he still looked straight down at the ground.

"What is it?" asked Dean confused.

"That bad man is scared of me, so why isn't he scared of your brother? He is much bigger than me."

"Is that why he sent me to get the necklace? Because he can't get near you?"

"I think so… if I give it to you… do you promise you will not destroy the necklace like the bad man said?"

"I promise."

Finally, the boy slowly raised his head showing his incredibly crystal-blue eyes.

Dean couldn't do anything but stare into the calm and transparent pools. He could see his own face reflected in their depths, but his reflection looked different; transparent and pure, like the boys' eyes and also like something else… something he couldn't quite put his finger on.

The word lake crossed his mind, and left it almost as soon as it had come.

The man reflected in the boy's eyes looked so real, carefree and in peace, that Dean almost couldn't recognize himself. And he had seen this before, but where? And why could he see it again now? He was so lost in the boy's eyes he forgot everything else and just kept staring inside, wanting to see more.

He was sitting at the edge of a small pier, an infinite lake spread before him so calm, so transparent and so pure that all he wanted was to let it take him. The morning sunlight made it sparkle, filling it with light- the light that provided just enough warmth for anyone walking near the lake.

Dean looked down at his own calm, transparent and pure reflection. It looked back at him with gentle and rested eyes; the eyes he had inherited from his mother; the eyes he had lost after he let her go.

"Go, Dean, you have to let the lake take you… you'll overcome darkness with your light if you simply go in… you will save the land of the living… your light will destroy their dark… you deserve to rest, Dean."

Although the voice seemed to come from everywhere, Dean knew it belonged to the boy.

"What about Sammy?" He asked in his mind, knowing the boy would hear his thoughts.

"He will join you at Home, Dean, he will be there with you and you will never be alone again."

"But Sammy has dreams… Sammy wants to go back to Stanford after this is all over."

At this, the voice laughed, the most beautiful laughter Dean had ever heard.

"Don't worry, when he sees what waits for him at Home, he will forget all his earthly dreams."

"But what if you're wrong? I don't want to force Sam to do something he will regret. I'm sorry, I can't go with you."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"I didn't expect less from you, child. Well then, in that case, please take back your necklace. You must hurry, Dean!"

Dean stood up and slowly but firmly walked back towards the beach, and finally he saw the small boy facing him in the middle of the pier. He held out the necklace in his hand, just the way Sam had seen it in his dream, his eyes fixed on Dean's. The hunter took the necklace before the boy vanished with the first smile Dean had seen crossing his lips.

The images around him started to fade away until darkness took him.

And still he walked back.


John hid in the bushes, a predator stalking its prey. Waiting for the right moment to attack.

The only way to end it as fast as he needed to was with one arrow right through the heart, and he wasn't allowing any mistakes today. He could see the golden creature dancing like a nymph, as slim and delicate as the birch trees around it. It looked like a large fox, but it moved on its back legs and its eyes were red puddles of blood.

John followed it with his crossbow, not letting its innocent appearance deceive him. He knew those eyes too well by now. He had seen the creature kill a white-tailed deer in the blink of an eye by setting it on an unnatural blue fire with the power of its blood-shot orbs and watching the poor animal rot under the flames.

Patiently, John waited until finally the creature stopped for a couple of seconds to sniff the air around it. And before it knew it, the creature was dead on the ground.

He ran impatiently to retrieve his prey and sitting beside it, took a small flask and filled it with the creature's blood. He looked at his watch. Exactly fifteen minutes left.

And ten minutes after that he was back in the motel looking for one of Sam's shirts or anything that belonged to him as the instructions in his own journal said.

In his concentration and fear, John failed to notice the nasty burn that had appeared on his eldest son's shoulder. Dean still lay there exactly as John and Sam had left him, but all the oldest Winchester could see was the urgent task at hand.

He had no time to look for anything that represented Sam, so he took the first shirt he saw that John was absolutely sure belonged to him and soaked it six times in the creature's blood.

After that, he lit five white candles and placed them over the five points of the pentagram he had drawn on the floor with the creature's blood. Carefully, he laid the damp shirt in the middle of the five lit candles and began to whisper the prayer he had written on his journal.


Sam couldn't move his own body, but that didn't stop him from seeing everything around him, from hearing every word his mouth was forced to say and above all, from feeling more powerful than he had ever felt.

Like he had complete control over his brain, like all those nightmares and visions now made obvious sense. And as much as he could now access his powers fully he hated them, because they were hurting his brother.

He had made lightning hit Dean once on his shoulder and once straight in his back and he knew he would suffer from it when his soul returned to his body.

And he, Sam, would be responsible for his pain.

The demon had merely forced him to do it, but this demon wasn't powerful enough to control an electric storm; Sam was, so it was his fault.

Please don't listen to him, Dean. Just put on the necklace and go back to dad, he thought desperately as he watched his older brother talk calmly with the young boy as if unaware of their horrifying surroundings. He watched the child look up from the ground and lock his eyes with Dean, who suddenly glowed in the darkness of Hell.

Dean's soul was motionless for a few seconds, but it glowed blinding the demon that possessed Sam, disintegrating all the shadows that still floated in the heavy air and the boy still kept his crystal-blue eyes locked with Dean's hazel ones. And then the child smiled for the first time, almost proudly and vanished as Dean's soul turned around to face the demon in Sam's body.

For the first time, Sam saw Dean as he truly was: calm, transparent and pure. The only light to overcome the darkness of Hell. So much so that Sam almost couldn't recognize his own brother.

Dean walked defiantly, the necklace firmly clutched in his right hand. Every step he took was making the demon weaker and Sam stronger. Sam heard himself scream at the pure light radiating from his brother and he was glad for it; the demon inside him was losing control.

"C'mon, Sammy, let's go home," Dean said smiling and holding out his hand to guide Sam back. Sam slowly stretched out his own hand trying to regain control. Their fingertips were almost touching and Sam was slowly letting out a relieved breath he had been holding realizing he could move on his own again. Although the demon was still inside him, Sam had the power now. All they had to do was reach the place where Dean had appeared almost an hour ago.

If only he could reach his brother's hand.

A lightning struck Dean hard in the middle of his chest throwing him out of Sam's reach and although he felt no pain, he knew it would probably kill his body even if he ever got his soul back inside it.

"I might hate that light but it ain't gonna kill me, big brother," said the demon regaining control. "Now destroy the necklace right here and now or else little Sammy will have to join mommy and Jess."

Dean seemed to hesitate, not having expected the demon to be so resistant. He looked at the demon and then at the necklace. There was nothing he could do.

A soul's only weapon was its light. And if the light wasn't powerful enough, it would be consumed by darkness and turned into shadows.

Just when Dean had decided to destroy the necklace and worry about the consequences later, the demon began to scream in agony. It wasn't harming Sam's body or trying to get out of it; the demon actually seemed to be trapped inside its hostage's body.

Even though he had no idea what the hell was going on, and never suspected that his father was weakening the demon, Dean didn't waste a minute and put the necklace around his neck, grabbed the now unconscious possessed Sam and ran as fast as his feet would permit him back to the symbols John had drawn.He looked at his watch.

One minute left.

He managed to get to his destination with thirty seconds to spare, which he used to hold Sam firmly with both arms in case the demon suddenly became strong again as it had before. Hating the wait, he prayed for the demon to stay out of it for as long as possible.

And then, blessed darkness took them.

A/N: As usual, thanks so much for your reviews! Hope you liked this chapter; only one more to go and then maybe an epilogue but I'm not sure... lol this story tunred out so spiritual... but then I've always wondered what happens when you're like half dead lol but the funny thing is... I never before pictured Heaven and Hell the way I describe them in this story... they just... came out as I wrote lol...

Random Note: Can anyone please explain to me what people mean when they say their story is AU? LOL