Second Chance

Chapter 9-Poison

Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural. Simple as that.

This chapter follows in a sense 4.21 When the Levee Breaks, only…well, you'll find out.

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Dean's POV

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Sam's changed. That's obvious.

But it seems as if he doesn't care anymore. He doesn't care that I'm more worried about him than before. He doesn't care that I may to fulfill Dad's dying request. He doesn't even care that Alayna, the love of his life since Jessica, the one he was intending on marrying, the one who was carrying their child had left, due to this stupid curse he had gave in to.

Five weeks had past since Alayna and I found out what Sam had really been doing behind our backs. Sure, I had been furious and disappointed in the face Sam was using his powers-after all, we had agreed nothing good came from it (except that ESP vision thing once in a while) and Sam said he wouldn't use it. Then Ruby came along.

My hand inched towards the knife she'd gave us-the only thing she'd been useful for. Just the mere thought of that bitch made me want to hunt her down and drive that knife into her damn heart…that was if she even had one. She was the one instigating all of this. I didn't care how much Sam trusted her-she was using him, just a pawn in whatever plan she was devising.

I called Bobby, who had been trying to find a way to help Sam. He suggested a detox of some sort to see if the demon blood would leave his body if he didn't have it anymore. I agreed, and told Sam that Bobby needed our help. We headed to the Salvage Yard we basically grew up at.

"What did you say Bobby needed our help with?" Sam asked again as I turned onto the dirt road that led to Bobby's.

"A demon problem," I said shortly. "That was all he said."

"He didn't give you any more information?" Sam said curiously.

I looked at Sam momentarily. For a moment it was like old times, like the good old-fashioned hunts before. "No," I said, my voice faltering as the Salvage Yard came into view. "Nothing else."

I parked behind Bobby's old car and killed the ignition. I got out, Sam and I walked through the cars to Bobby's home. Bobby was on the porch, cleaning an old two barrel shotgun.

"Hey, Bobby," I said.

"Boys," he said, jerking the gun back to its original form and standing up. "Come on in."

We followed him back into the house, where Bobby set the gun back in the gun case. He walked to the kitchen, and opened the refrigerator. "You boys want a beer?"

I shook my head, resisting the urge to take up Bobby's offer of alcohol. It could wait. Sam shook his head too and Bobby just shrugged his shoulders and shut the door.

"So, Dean said you had a demon problem?" Sam said.

"Yeah," Bobby said, looking at me. I nodded my head slightly and he looked back at Sam. "I have something in the panic room…wonder if you would help try to figure out what it is."

"Sure," Sam said. I nodded and Bobby motioned for Sam to go ahead of him. Silence fell between the three of us as we headed down the stairs to Bobby's basement.

"So, what's going on with this demon problem?" Sam asked again, walking into the panic room. Bobby and I stopped outside the door as Sam turned around. "Who's involved?"

"You are," Bobby and I said together, shutting the iron door. Bobby locked it before sliding the viewing door open to see Sam trying to open the door.

"What the hell are you doing?" he said. "Let me out!"

Bobby looked up at me and then walked towards the steps of the basement. "Listen, Sam," I said, looking at him. "This is for your own good."

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A Few Hours Later…

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"Bobby…this is the right thing to do…right?"

"If it will save him, yeah," Bobby said, sitting another beer in front of me. It's been a few hours since we locked Sam in the panic room. It was finally quiet in the house, since Sam had been screaming and pleading to be let out since we put him in. Each scream had broke my heart, knowing the pain I was putting my little brother in. Countless times I wanted to go back to the basement and comfort him, tell it would be okay like I used to do when we were little…when he was at least as normal as our lives would allow us to be back then. But I wouldn't. I couldn't. He had to get rid of this curse somehow…I wouldn't let Dad's final words to me win. I had went three years keeping Sam alive…I wouldn't stop trying now.

"He's gotten quiet," Bobby commented. "I'm going to see what's going on."

I nodded, taking a drink of the beer as Bobby went to the door that led to the basement and disappeared behind it. I set the bottle back down on the table and rested my head I my hands, my elbows popped on the table.

"He's out cold," Bobby said. "I think he screamed himself unconscious."

"How long do you think he'll be in there?" I asked tiredly.

"Bobby sighed. "I don't know, Dean," he said. "As long as it takes to make this get out of his system."

I sighed and took another long drink from the bottle as we sat in silence. About an hour later, headlights flashed into the windows of the kitchen. Bobby stood up, and looked out as the vehicle pulled up. "I'll be damned," he muttered before walking out of the kitchen. Not wanted to intrude on Bobby's visitor, who probably was a fellow hunter Bobby knew, I got up and threw away the bottle to my fourth beer and walked to the counter, grabbing the bottle of whiskey and a glass…at least it would help better. I poured me a shot and replaced the lid to the bottle as I head a too familiar voice.

"Hello, Dean."

"I'll be damned," I muttered, saying the same words Bobby had used earlier. I turned and placed my shot back on the table untouched.

"Hello, Alayna."

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Alayna's POV

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I looked at Dean with a sad smiled. When I had first pulled up into Bobby's Salvage Yard and seen the Impala, I had thought about putting my Jeep in reverse and leaving. But then I remembered Bobby saying on the phone that Dean was fed up with Sam and he needed his help. If anybody could help Sam it was hopefully Bobby.

"How have you been?" Dean asked as I sit down across from him at the kitchen table.

"Okay, I guess," I said. "I've been stay at the Roadhouse for a while…but I'm…getting ready to go off the grid for a while, if you can say that."

"How's the baby doing?" he asked. I smiled and placed a hand on my slightly bigger stomach.

"Besides, going through all the symptoms?" I said jokingly. "Healthy as can be."

Dean smiled slightly. "Guess its not a day in the park being pregnant, huh?" he asked.

"Not really," I admitted. I knew he was trying to forget the reason he was here. "I mean, the sickness and cravings I can live with, but not the random mood swings."

"I remember those," Dean said smiling, rubbing the right side of his jaw.

"Don't worry, Dean," I said. "I'm not going to punch you."

"You promise?" he said smiling.

"I'll try, how's that?" I asked.

He laughed softly and got up and hugged me, something that threw me off guard. "God, I've missed you, Alayna," he said tiredly. "I wish things would have worked out differently with this whole ordeal with Sam."

"Me too," I said softly. Dean let me go and grabbed his shot of whiskey and downed it before grabbing the whole bottle and staggering from the room. Well, that explained his random mood change. I sighed sadly, thinking about how much hurt and pain Sam had put Dean through. Sure, I was crushed, but Dean had to be devastated. He basically raised Sam, looked after him his whole life. He even sold his soul for him and even went to hell from him…and this was how he paid him back.

I got up slowly after a few minutes and walked into the living room where Dan sat in the recliner. He had it reclined back, his eyes closed and snoring slightly. Well, it didn't much for him to pass out. To top it all off, the bottle of whiskey was still loosely in his hand. I smiled slightly and gently removed it from his clasp. Despite what happened with Sam, Dean still felt like family to me…just as I did to him.

I took the bottle and walked back to the kitchen, putting it back in Bobby's cabinet. The same time Bobby came from the basement, an envelope in his hand.

"Sam's in your panic room, isn't he?" I asked softly.

He nodded. "I think he's starting to feel the effects of withdrawal," he said. "He screamed himself unconscious earlier…just woke up. He can barely speak now. He heard you…and tried to get me to let him out…but-" he stopped and shook his head.

"I understand, Bobby," I said. "It's for his own good."

"Speaking of Winchesters, where's Dean?" Bobby asked, looking around.

"Passed out in your living room," I responded. "I guess this is taking a hard toll on him, huh?"

"Yeah, it is," Bobby said. "Those two have been almost inseparable for the past few years, and then Sam does this…I think Dean has been wondering if that yellow-eyed bastard hadn't been right about bringing him back.

I looked up sharply. "What?" I asked.

Bobby sighed. "Before Dean killed him, Yellow Eyes asked Dean if was sure that what he brought back was the really Sam."

"Poor Dean," I mumbled. "I guess all of this triggered Sam's abilities?"

"We think so," Bobby said. A few moments silence past between us before he spoke up again. "When Sam heard you…he asked me if he could see you."

I felt the color drain from my face. "What…what did you tell him?" I asked shakily. I wasn't ready to see Sam…not yet…not after what happened the last time we were together.

"I told him he could see you after we got him better," Bobby said. I sighed in relief.

"Thank you, Bobby," I said. "I…don't think I could face him right yet."

"I didn't think you could," he said. "Not after he tried to kill you." I nodded and looked down.

"What did…he say…when you told him no?" I asked, not sure if I wanted to know the answer.

"He…surprisingly enough…took it well," Bobby said. "Then he oddly asked me for a piece of paper and a pen," he indicated to the envelope, "and wanted you to have this. He also wanted me to tell you…he was sorry."

I shakily took the envelope from Bobby and sat down at the table. I opened the envelope finding the letter, and surprisingly, a small ring. I picked up the small band and looked at it. It was silver, with small diamonds surrounding a slightly larger carat in the middle. Tearing my gaze from the ring, I placed it on the table and unfolded the letter, finding Sam's messy scrawl filling the entire page.

Alayna,

First of all before you decide to destroy this letter, I want you to know how truly sorry I am for the pain I've caused you. I know you'll never forgive me for the last time we saw each other, but I want you to know I wish it never happened. I think about that day…what would have happened if Dean hadn't stopped me…and it scared me. It scared me to know I came close to not only almost killing you and Dean, but our child as well. It scared me that I can't control myself anymore, and its taking every ounce of me not to beg my brother to fulfill our father's dying wish and kill me.

I won't lie to you anymore, Alayna. This curse has taken over me. I feel like I'm trapped within my own skin, my own mind. I want so damn bad to stop this mess with Ruby, but the demon blood inside me won't allow me to do so. I wish I would tell Dean and Bobby it's useless, but part of me wants to believe this will work, even though I know I won't.

When I first started this, I thought I was doing this to make our lives better. I thought if I got strong enough to kill Lillith, our lives would settle down enough to raise our child and start living normal. However, it seems as if I made our lives a bit difficult, and I ruined our relationship doing so. For that, I do apologize. Never doubt that I didn't love you, Alayna. I did, and I still do. Bobby says its best not to see you right now, which maybe…he's right. I just wanted to know you were okay.

I don't know when this ordeal with Lillith will be over, or if I'll ever be the Sam you fell in love with all those months ago, but I hope you'll one day forgive me. I would like to be there when our baby is born, but…

I hope you're still reading this to the end, and part of me hopes you still love me as much as I love you.

Sam

I wiped the tears from my eyes as I finished the letter. I wanted so bad to run down to the basement and free Sam myself, hug him, forgive him and tell him it would be okay. But I couldn't. He admitted it in the letter, this curse had consumed him and turned him into another person. I couldn't live in a relationship like that, no matter how much I did still love him.

All I could do was hope Sam would find a way from this curse.

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Sam's POV

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One day. Three days. Five days.

One week.

I weakly opened my eyes on day eight. Eight days I had been in Bobby's Panic Room, I could really feel the withdrawal from Ruby's blood. My veins begged for it, but I was trying to tell my mind no. Deep inside me I argued with myself that Dean and Bobby were doing the right thing, that I was slowly killing myself. But the truth was that my veins were dying without it. So either way…I was killing myself.

Shakily, I got off the army cot and staggered to the tabled and poured a glass of water and downed it before moving to look at myself in the mirror. My hair was matted and messed up due to the lack of care. A week old fuzz covered my face. There were bags under my bloodshot eyes and a bruise on my left cheek after I had collapsed suddenly to the floor days before.

"Sammy."

I turned and looked at the door, where Dean stood in front of the small sliding door. Not sure is it was another one of my hallucinations or if Dean was really standing there. Then I realized he'd called me "Sammy." He hadn't called me that in a long time…

"How are you feeling?" he asked.

"Weak," I said quietly.

"I guess that means you're getting the…" he trailed off and cleared his throat. "Anyway, figured I'd bring you this." he pushed a change of clothes and a razor through the hole to me.

"Thanks, Dean," I mumbled. "And…I'm…sorry. Really, I…I wish I could stop this."

"We'll get you through this, Sam," Dean said. "I promise."

I nodded and looked away from my brother. "Is…Alayna…is she still here?" I asked.

Dean shook his head. "She left the day after she arrived. I'm sorry, Sammy."

I sighed and nodded, turning away from the door, Dean closing it as I did so. I listened to his footsteps go upstairs before I walked back to the bed and sat down. Finally I buried my face in my hands.

There was no way I could through this. At least…not with my mind still in tact.

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Dean's POV

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"Dean…this isn't working."

I looked up at Bobby, surprised. "What do you mean?" I asked. "It seems as if its working."

"Yeah, but…what if this curse…what if the withdrawal actual kills him?" Bobby asked. "We think we're saving him, but in truth…we're actually killings him?"

"Then at least he'll die human," I muttered, taking a swig of the whiskey bottle. Beer wouldn't do anything for me, but whiskey could.

"Damn it, Dean, listen to me!" Bobby said angrily, grabbing the bottle from me and pouring it down the drain.

"Hey!" I said, standing up. "What did you do that for?"

"Because, you damn idgit, you're letting the whiskey talk for you and not giving a damn if the last bit of your family dies!" Bobby said. "Now you're brother is going to die if we don't-"

"Don't what, let him have his way and find that bitch?" I retorted angrily. "Bobby, I'm not letting Sam go find her and drink her blood like a damn vampire! I won't let him become that monster Yellow Eyes put in him!" I wiped the tears the leaked from my eyelids. "He's the only family I have left, Bobby," I said. "I can't loose him."

Bobby sighed and was getting ready to retort when Sam began yelling.

"Guys! Help!"

Me and Bobby looked at each other before rushing down the stairs to the Panic Room. Forgetting about the sliding door, I yanked on the lock of the iron door and opened it, seeking my brother. Sam lay in the floor, his arms outstretched eyes closed in pain and screaming. His veins in his face and wrists were slowly turning black.

"Sam!" I yelled, rushing to him. I knelt down above him and tried to sit him up, but it was as if an invisible force had him pinned to the ground. "Sammy, what's happening?"

Then suddenly, it was if the bond let go. Sam's eyes snapped open and I saw more black in them than before, almost taking over the hazel color of his eyes. Before I could do anything, Sam's hand was around my throat.

"Sam…what…" I gasped before I found myself against the wall.

"I told you it was useless, Dean," he hissed before pulling me slightly towards him. Then without warning, he pushed my head back against the wall. As my head connected to the iron, my eyes went blurry before going black, and I remembered no more.

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Yikes, Sam's going Darth Winchester!!

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