Sam's P.O.V
"You guys can't kill him." Haley said sharply in a whisper to us as we walked to the cafeteria.
"The hell we can't." Dean replied.
"Granted, you guys kill a lot of things, but you don't kill humans, you do not kill people." She explained.
"Are you seriously going to say the heart of that thing is human, after what he did to Luke, and who knows who else? Do you really believe that the world is better with him in it?" I spoke up, causing them both to stop and turn towards me.
"Sammy," Haley was speaking softly now. "How I see him doesn't matter, that isn't for me to decide." I knew she was right. But the part of me that hated Stephan was louder than my sensibility at this point.
"Let's go sit down, clear our heads." Dean said, and we followed him to an empty table in the corner of the room, out of earshot of everyone else. He turned to Haley, who was sitting on the left of him. "I see where you're coming from, I do, but he's causing a lot of damage, and I'm sure Lucas isn't the only one."
"I'm not saying that nothing should be done. I am, however, saying that killing him is a bit much." Dean went to interrupt her, but she put a finger up halting his words. "No, listen. I want Stephan gone, out of the picture forever, and whether he's locked up, in another country, dead, I don't care. I just want him gone. I don't, on the other hand, want you boys to kill him. You have had enough trouble with the law, and that's from you saving people from all of those supernatural creatures. An actual murder on your hands, plus getting Lucas caught up in that; it's just something we don't need. Getting rid of him, yes we need to figure that out, but murdering him isn't the smartest way. Not now, at least." She looked back and forth to both of us.
I sighed. "You're right." She was always right.
Dean seemed as defeated as I did, with his head in his hands. "So what do we do?"
"Well, right now, we should get some food and head back up to Luke. I doubt he wants to be alone right now. We can talk more about this tonight after he falls asleep." She got up, and we followed her.
Lucas' P.O.V
I can't believe he would actually come here after that. When I saw him I freaked out. I couldn't care less about what he does to me. I figured a while ago that he would be the death of me, but for him to come anywhere near Sam is something I won't allow. I know that Sam could take him, it's clear. Sam and Dean are both pretty strong guys to say the least, but there is something about Stephan that I just don't want around Sam.
The whole morning fiasco was replaying in my head when Haley, Sam, and Dean walked back into the room with food. They all had fake smiles plastered on their faces and concern in their eyes. "I'm fine really. I didn't mean to freak out earlier. I just didn't expect to see him so soon."
"No, your reaction was fine, Luke. He shouldn't have been here. And I think I reacted worse than you." Haley laughed, and a real smile broke out on her face.
Everyone sat down around the bed I was stuck in, and we ate the hospital food. Dean complained just about the whole time, and Sam made fun of him. Other than the fact that we were in the hospital, it felt pretty normal and like life was going to be good again, but for some reason I couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to happen, that I was being watched. When the door opened I nearly jumped out of the bed out of a mixture of shock and fear. I was stunned. Out of the corner of my eye I could see Haley looking at me, and then turn her gaze to the door.
"Damon, you shouldn't be here." She said very calmly.
Damon is Stephan's older brother. I know that he isn't as violent as Stephan, but the last thing I need around me is either of them right now. Him being here is like Stephan being here in my opinion, and I can't deal with that.
"Look, I heard about what happened. I just wanted to make sure Luke is okay." Damon said to Haley, and it calmed me down a bit. I know Damon wouldn't hurt me. Damon has the personality that I thought Stephan had, the thing that made me fall for him in the first place. The only difference is, that is the real Damon, and Stephan just acted that way to get what he wanted.
"I get you, I do, but I don't think it's the right time. Steph showed up earlier and it was just all bad." Haley was explaining as gently as she could. We both got along with Damon.
"He showed up here?" He yelled. "What is wrong with him?" Damon, clearly didn't know what his brother has been up to. "Are you okay, Lucas?" His eyes were filled with concern. I couldn't turn him away.
Haley, was about to ask him to go when I interrupted. "It's okay, Hayls. Yeah, Damon, I'm fine." Damon walked into the room and beside my bed, standing beside Sam. "Damon, this is Sam and Dean, and guys this is Damon, Stephan's brother." I was looking at Sam as I said that last part. His eyes widened then he quickly glanced at Dean, but it was so fast I thought only I had noticed it. He quickly stood up and shook Damon's Hand.
"Nice to meet you." He said friendly, with a smile.
We all sat there for a couple of hours talking before Damon had to leave. Over the next week he visited about every day. Everyone seemed to get along, and Sam and Dean never mentioned anything about how it was Stephan's brother, and neither of them treated him badly. Finally, after that week I was released from the hospital, and Haley insisted I stay with her until I had fully recovered from all of the broken bones. Sam and Dean stayed there with us, and I spent every night in Sam's arms; I woke up to and fell asleep to the feeling of Sam's lips against mine. Every day, Damon would come and hang out. We didn't spend a lot of time out of the apartment because I was recovering, and Haley decided to be extra protective of me and keep me locked in, so we all watched movies and talked. It got boring sometimes, but I kept good company, so I was happy.
Haley's P.O.V
There was no more talk about killing Stephan because we all really like his brother, and we couldn't imagine doing that to him. That alone was a relief. But on top of that, I had Dean for a few weeks. Things were starting to feel like we were actually together, in a relationship. When we'd all lounge around watching old movies, he would put his arm around me or hold my hand. It's the little things, such as kissing me on the cheek before he'd leave the room, which just made the butterflies in my stomach come alive.
The optimistic side of me kept saying to just be happy, because I have him here in my grasp and I have his lips to kiss every night, and his hand to hold through the hard times, but the realist in me won't stop saying 'he's going to leave, everyone leaves.' Eventually the realist in me took over, and I mentioned it to Dean.
We were cuddled in the bed, we had woken up a while ago but neither of us was ready to start the day. "Hey, hun?" I asked in a soft tone.
"Yeah?" He answered in a whisper in my ear. Feeling him so close to me almost made me chicken out. Almost.
"I love having you here, obviously," I squeezed his hand, "but I know that eventually you guys are going to leave." I trailed off. I wish I hadn't started this conversation.
"Yeah, I know." He sighed. I didn't want to cry, so to keep control I decided not to say anything yet. He took my silence as a cue to keep talking. "Hayls, I don't really know what to say here. I don't know when we're leaving, but it's not right now. I love being here with you, and Sam feels the same way. Right now it's going to stay that way. I don't know when we're going to have to leave, but it's not happening now, I promise you that." His sleepy voice was rough yet soothing in my ear. He hugged me tighter to him.
"Can you just give me a heads up before you have to go? That's all I ask."
"Of course." He kissed my cheek.
Sam's P.O.V
I really like Damon, yeah, he's a cool guy, but It annoys me how he is always here. I want to spend some alone time with Lucas, but here Damon is, every day. Then at night he has to take the pain medication and he falls asleep, and the cycle repeats. Yes, I do get to spend a lot of time with him, but we're never alone for more than five minutes. I know it's stupid to be jealous of Damon, I don't even know if he swings that way, but I can't help it. When he makes Luke smile and laugh, it makes me mad. I have to calm myself down because I know it's stupid, and unreasonable.
Damon's P.O.V
I just got home from Haley's house. Luke had to take his medicine and Sam was helping him to the room, so I decided I should leave. Stephan's car was parked out front. "Great, always love dealing with him." I said under my breath as I walked into my house.
"Hey big brother!" I heard Stephan yell as I closed the door behind me.
As I walked into the living room where he was I responded. "Hey Steph, what's going on?"
I put all of my stuff down on a side table and went to the closet to put my jacket away. "Oh nothing. Where've you been all day?"
"Oh, just out. Why?" I couldn't tell him I was with Lucas. He knows that I've liked him, and he's already upset about him being with Sam, the last thing I need is for him coming at me for trying to 'take what's his.'
"No reason." He was smiling, meaning he was up to something. I wasn't in the mood for this.
"Stephan," I was about to kick him out, but I decided against it. I just shook my head. "Never mind."
I went to the bathroom and splashed my face with some water. When I came out, he had my phone in my hand. 'Shit.' He looked pissed. "What are you, a crazy, jealous, girlfriend, stalking through my phone?" I joked, grabbing my phone back from him. I know I have some texts from Luke in there, and calls from him in the call log.
"You're seeing Lucas? Really Damon?" I could tell he was trying to keep himself calm.
"What are you talking about, Stephan?"
"Don't try to bullshit me, I know you like him. You always have, and now you think I'm out of the picture, so you're making your move?" He wasn't holding back the anger in his voice, but he stayed sitting down in the chair, not moving.
"It isn't like that at all, Stephan so stop with the drama. Yes, I am hanging out with Luke, but I'm not seeing him. Just so you know, you are out of the picture though." I found myself getting more and more upset with his attitude.
"Oh am I?" He stood up, walking towards me.
"Yeah. You didn't know? He's with Sam now; you've seen him, right? When you went to the hospital to see your handy work?" I basically spat the words at him. It hurt me to say that Luke was with Sam, but I knew that it would hurt him more. "You know, you'd think after you put someone in the hospital, nearly killing them, you'd get out of their lives, but not you. You're a real piece of work, Stephan." I laughed a dry laugh in his face.
He pushed me back. "You don't know what you're talking about Damon."
I shoved him back, "Really, you think I don't know what you did to Lucas, because of your jealousy?" I laughed again. Every time I laughed, with everything I said, I could see the anger in his eyes grow. "You think I don't know how much it kills you that right after he left you on vacation, he comes back here and is in someone else's arms? Oh and by the way he's enjoying every second of it too."
He punched me in the face, and I punched him back. We went back and forth, blow for blow. Somehow we migrated into the kitchen, still fighting. I got one good jaw shot that took him back. He fell back against the counter. I stood back, allowing him the time to get up. I didn't want to fight with Stephan like this, his temper just makes it impossible to avoid sometimes, and he knows all of the buttons to push to make me want to strangle him. When he stood up, he had a knife in his hands.
"What, are you going to stab me, little brother?" I asked incredulously.
"You know what, Damon? Don't pull that little brother shit with me, okay. Big brothers don't treat you like this; they don't go behind your back to get into your boyfriend's bed! Big brothers have your back and are there for you. I don't know, D, but none of those things seem to define you." As he spat the words at me, he walked forward, waiving the knife in the air.
I slowly backed away from him, realizing that this time he may actually try to kill me. 'No, he can't do it. No matter how much we fight, we're brothers,' I thought to myself. That thought made me stop backing away. I stood my ground. "Steph put the knife down. You aren't going to do anything with that." I said this as firmly as I could.
"Oh really now?" He said, with an evil grin on his face.
The thick sarcasm in his voice drove me crazy. It's what made me provoke him the way I did. "Steph, you may have been able to beat up on Luke, but that was because he didn't know better to fight back against you. I've dealt with you your whole life, Stephy. You won't, you can't, do anything to me."
With that he lunged at me, knife first. I hit his hand away before the knife could hit me. When I hit him away, he lost his balance but caught himself on me with his left hand. He curled his hand into a fist and knocked me down. As I was starting to get up, I saw him lunging at me again. I quickly got up and moved out of the way, but the knife sliced my arm.
Both of us stopped as we saw the abundance of blood coming from the flesh wound. I looked from the cut to him. "What the fuck Stephan?"
"I won't do it, Damon? Do you really think I won't?" He asked, his words were sharp with venom.
I looked at him, still waving the knife around, disbelieving. "So what, you want to kill me? You're going to try and kill me?" I asked, and it sounded like a joke. It had to be a joke.
"No, Dame. I'm not going to try and kill you. I am going to." He said it as though he was talking about what he was doing for the weekend, or something. It was so nonchalant, it was scary.
I was taken aback by his words, but when he lunged at me the third time I reacted quickly pushing him away, and punching him in the face to keep him off of me. As he fell away from me, I grabbed the wrist of the hand holding the large knife. We had a power struggle, as I tried to force the weapon out of his hand.
Stephan's P.O.V
Damon was trying to get the knife out of my hand, but I couldn't let him do that. I gripped the knife as though I was holding on for dear life, and I leaned away from him, then kicked him in the gut, getting him to back off. I propped myself up, and started to get up.
This time, he lunged at me. I put my left hand, the one that wasn't holding the knife, out to block him from hitting me. He slid off of my hand and fell on my right arm. I felt a sharp pain in my side, and I pushed Damon off of me with my left arm. I looked towards him and his eyes were glued to my side. The expression on his face was one of pure pain and disgust.
"Shit," I muttered, looking back at my own side, with the knife buried deep into my flesh. I went to go pull it out, to see how bad it was, but I already knew. I needed to get to the hospital. I pulled the blade out slowly, and the blood poured out, but it wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be.
Damon stood up and stared down at me. I chose to ignore his presence and try to get up myself. I do want to kill him. I want to just get him out of my life for good; he isn't a brother of mine anymore. Brothers don't go behind your back, they don't go against you. As I was trying to get up, he reached for my arm to help me up.
I snatched my arm away from him. "Get the fuck away from me Damon."
"Will you stop acting like a child? Throwing a temper tantrum right now isn't going to help you." He said through gritted teeth, as he reached down once again to grab me.
"I'm serious, let me go!" I yelled at him, trying to pull away again, but his grip was too tight. So, I reached the other arm down and swiped the knife from the ground and swung it at him.
"Christ, Damon! Fine, I'll leave you the fuck alone. Get help yourself." He spat the words at me, and pushed me away from him.
I don't know if it was due to clumsiness or loss of blood, or even the alcohol in my system, but either way, I lost my balance and fell back to where I was before. This time, I hit my head. It stunned me at first, and I had piercing pain running through my skull. It felt like the world's greatest migraine. I went to get up again, but a wave of dizziness hit me causing me to remain lying down. Black dots began to cloud my vision.
"Fuck, Stephan, are you okay?" Damon said, but his voice was muffled. I saw him bend down towards me and lift my head from the floor. His facial expression changed, it was pure horror. "There's a lot of blood, Steph." His voice was muffles even more this time. His face was fading more and more, and all I could hear was the sound of my own shallow breathing. Soon everything was black, no more sight, no more sound, no more Damon, no more pain.
