"Juliet," Dean screamed before running into Bobby's house. Bobby followed behind him.
"I'm sorry Dean. I shouldn't have left her alone. I wasn't thinking."
"Not now Bobby," Dean snapped. To Dean, Bobby's words were an apology for Juliet's death. She wasn't dead and Dean wasn't about to let her die. Dean looked frantically around the front room in Bobby's house but didn't find Juliet. He saw the blanket that had covered Juliet while she was lying on the couch was now on the floor but she was no where in sight. "Juliet," he shouted once more. Dean headed towards the bedroom. He got the door and found that it was locked. "Jules!" Dean slammed his shoulder against the door several times. Each time excruciating pain shot through his other shoulder which was still recovering from a gunshot wound. "Son of a bitch," he muttered. Finally he took a step back and kicked the door in. Dean rushed into the room only to stop dead when he saw her. The room itself was very dimly lit by one pathetically small lamp in the corner. What were at one time white walls were not splattered with crimson blood. Juliet was lying on the bed, her bloodstained clothes were scattered around the room. With the amount of blood that covered the room there was no way Juliet could still be alive. Dean stood in shock for a moment before running to Juliet's side. Bobby stood in the doorway, horrified by the picture in front of him.
Dean sat by Juliet's side, cutting the wires that had her bound to the bed. He ran his hand through her hair. "Jules," he whispered. He lost her once, or almost did. Dean didn't think he could handle losing her again, not with Sam the way he was. To Dean's surprise though, she opened her sightless eyes.
"Dean," she choked out in a hoarse whisper.
"Jules." Dean looked down at her seeing dozens of small cuts littering her body. Finally he realized she was exposed, not that anyone at that point was paying attention. Dean quickly reached over and pulled the blanket over her, covering her up. "How is it possible?"
"I don't think all this blood is just from Juliet," Bobby said. The older hunter stood staring at the floor on the other side of the bed.
Dean set Juliet's pale almost lifeless body down and walked around the bed. His heart stopped. He thought he was devastated when he saw Juliet lying on the bed lifeless what he saw on the floor before him completely destroyed him. Lying in a pool of blood on the floor was Dean Winchester's reason for living since age four. For a moment that night flashed in his mind. Taking his brother in his arms and running out the front door. "It's okay Sammy," he whispered in sync with his memories. Dean knelt by Sam's side. Sam's throat had been slashed. "God, Sammy." For once Dean didn't bother to hide the tears in his eyes. He didn't bother to put on his usual façade. There was no point. He failed. He failed his father, Juliet, Sam. Dean leaned over Sam's body, burying his face in Sam's chest and sobbed softly, clenching his fists around Sam's clothes.
Before anyone had a chance to react Bobby flew across the room and Dean was slammed into the nearest wall. Holding him there with an arm to Dean's throat was Sam. "Gonna send me back now bastard," Sam asked with a smile on his face. "Could you do it Dean? Send me back to hell. What chance does sweet Sammy have to survive then? Could you kill Sammy if you could hear what I hear? He's begging you to end it Dean. You could kill the girl easy enough, you've even said so yourself. Can you kill Sam though?"
Dean stared into Sam's pitch black eyes, struggling to get free of Sam's death grip. Sam let go of him but Dean found that he still couldn't move. "Meg."
"Sammy," he answered, correcting Dean with a sinister grin on his face. Sam walked over to the bed, sitting next to Juliet. "You should have heard the sounds I got from this girl, Dean. It was beautiful, no, magical. The way she screamed, like music." Sam looked down at Juliet, who was teetering on the edge of consciousness. He ran his fingers through her blood soaked hair. "She begged me not to Dean," he said looking up at his brother. "Begged. At least at first she begged me not to. That all changed rather quickly though. I had her screaming my name Dean. Think you could ever get that out of her?" Sam smiled at his brother before looking down at Juliet.
"Sam," Juliet whispered, looking up at him, though she couldn't see him.
"Shh," Sam whispered placing his index finger gently over Juliet's lips. "It's okay Juliet. You don't have to worry anymore. I won't let Dean hurt you." She inched her way closer to Sam before losing consciousness. "She's so weak right now. I can make her believe anything. Like, for instance that she was kidnapped, raped repeatedly, and tortured by Dean Winchester."
"I would never hurt her you sick son of a bitch," Dean shouted.
"That's not what the FBI will believe. Dean, you're already wanted for murder, and torture. Why not add rape to that?" Sam laughed before playing a soft kiss on Juliet's forehead. "There's proof of trauma," he said with a smile, looking up at Dean.
"Don't touch her," Dean shouted, struggling against the invisible force that held him in place.
"Oh, Dean. Dean, Dean, Dean. I've already done that, over and over and over again. Funny how things go that way sometimes. You wanted her so badly but you hesitated. You let the delusion that she might actually love you get into your head and because of that you hesitated. Now you've lost her. Can you still touch her knowing that your own brother claimed her first, and so violently at that. I broke her Dean, not once, not twice, and I made her scream. Now you're going to kill her."
Sammy, I know you're in there. Don't let this happen. Fight Sam!"
"So Sam fights. Say he wins and I leave him. Then what happens Dean? I am the only thing keeping your precious brother alive. Remember that Dean and then tell me who has the power." Sam picked up a small dagger the silver blade was already stained red with blood. "What should I have you do to her," he asked, removing the blanket that covered Juliet's pale, blood covered body. "Hmm," he said smiling. Sam ran the dagger gently along the inside of Juliet's left thigh. After a moment he applied pressure and looked up at Dean, watching the older Winchester's reaction as blood flowed from the new wound. Dean didn't move, he didn't say a word. He wouldn't let Sam get what he wanted out of Dean with this. Sam simply smiled and pulled the dagger down the center of Juliet's stomach, cutting deep. He took her arms and cut along each arm as well, covering the girl in more blood. Sam cut into her face almost a dozen times and looked up at Dean. "Is that enough for you Dean?" He could see the tears that filled Dean's eyes and it only made him enjoy it more. "Good, now you're going to put her out of her misery." Sam smiled and raised the dagger. Dean was forced to stare in horror as Sam plunged the dagger into Juliet's chest. He looked up at Dean and smiled before twisting the dagger. He took the dagger out and looked down at Juliet who was still alive, just barely conscious.
"She's still alive after all that Dean," Sam said with a smile. "She's strong. I wonder if she can handle this?" Sam looked down at Juliet and pulled the dagger along her throat quickly, slashing deep. Dean stared, heartbroken as blood flooded from Juliet's neck. Sam put the dagger to his lips and slowly licked the blood off it. Then he stood and walked over to Dean. There was still blood left on the dagger and he pressed it to Dean's lips, so Dean could taste what "he" had done to Juliet. "And with Sam dead," he said with a smile. "Who is ever going to believe you Dean? Especially when you won't have Bobby to back you up." Before Dean could even register what happened Sam threw the dagger across the room with supernatural strength, sending it straight into Bobby's head, killing the hunter instantly. Sam looked at Dean and smiled. "Say goodbye Dean. I'll give you that at least."
Dean stared at Sam as his eyes returned to normal and Dean was able to move. "Sammy," Dean said looking up at his brother.
Tears filled Sam's eyes and he collapsed. The demon was obviously still in there since Sam was still alive, but Sam was allowed to speak freely for now. Dean caught his brother and lowered Sam onto his knees. "Ju… Jule… Jules," he whispered looking up at Dean in horror. "Dean… Dean pl… please you… you have to… to stop it. P… please."
Dean didn't know what to say. What else could he say? The look in Sam's eyes killed him more than losing Juliet ever could. "Sam, I… I…" He paused and looked into Sam's eyes. There was no other choice. "Goodbye Sammy." Dean didn't have time for an exorcism though. As soon as he said goodbye the demon left Sam. His lifeless body fell into Dean's arms and Dean sat there covered in blood, holding his brother's dead body. For the first time since Dean was four years old, he cried, openly. He sat there for hours and cried. Everything was gone. Dean had nothing left.
