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Chapter Ten: Attack

When Sam left the room the next morning he felt terrible. He didn't go to sleep that night because he felt too bad about what Michael had said. But the real question was why did he want to know about that. 'Oh my God' Sam whispered out loud. He knew right then and there that he probably was gunna use it against Dean. Sam immediately jumped up and walked to the kitchen for a cup of coffee. He had to figure out a way to keep Michael from using it. He started to make himself a pot of coffee.

"Well good morning to you too." Sam jumped and turned around and saw Dean sitting at the kitchen table. He looked like he hadn't slept either.

"I didn't even see you there. I thought you would still be sleeping." Sam tried not to look him in the eye. He just couldn't. He couldn't bear to see the hurt in his eyes. Hurt that he helped cause. He had to stop Michael.

"Are you okay?" Dean looked at Sam.

"Yeah, why wouldn't I be?" Sam turned around to finish making the coffee.

"Cuz it looks like someone just told you that you were worthless." Dean stood up and walked toward him. "Do you wanna talk about it? Did you have another nightmare?"

"No, I just was thinking about stuff." Sam answered really quickly.

"Stuff, what kind of stuff?" Dean was leaning on the counter beside him with a questioning look on his face.

"Just stuff… about my life." Sam turned the coffee maker on and turned to face Dean. "The Winchester Life." Sam turned and went to sit at the kitchen table when Dean grabbed his arm.

"What did you say?" Dean had a shocked expression on his face. Sam just looked back at him confused.

"Just that I was thinking about our life, you know how it got to be so messed up." Sam continued to walk to the table and sit down.

"What was the last thing you said Sam?"

Sam just looked at Dean. "The Winchester life." Sam saw Dean's face go pale.

"Who told you that? Tell me Sam, where did you hear that?" Dean had moved in front of his brother. He was waiting for an answer and Sam didn't know how to tell him that that's what Michael had called it when they were talking in his room last night.

"I don't know, nobody. It's just what I think of it as."

"Bullshit, he came to you last night didn't he. What did Michael say to you Sammy?" Dean was pissed that Michael had come to Sam, and he knew he did because he always called it the 'Winchester Life.' "Did he do anything to you?" Dean was staring at Sam waiting for an answer.

"I don't know what you're talking about Dean." Sam just looked at his brother.

Dean grabbed Sam's arm again and pulled him face to face with him. "Tell me the Goddamn truth Sam. Did he come into your room last night?" Dean just stared at him waiting for the answer that he knew would come. "What did he say to you?" Dean squeezed his arm harder and shook him a little. "Tell me!"

"He just wanted to know why you wanted to protect me, why I left to go to collage. He just…" Sam put his head down thinking about everything Michael had said.

"Sammy listen to me. Don't believe anything he says." Dean stood up and went to grab his coat.

"What are you doing?"

"I'm gunna kill the basterd." Dean started to walk to the door when he got a sudden migraine. He almost fell over as it hit him. He slowly knelt to the ground grabbing his head.

"Dean, what's wrong?" Sam yelled as he ran to his side, but Dean didn't answer. He was just grabbing his head grunting and rocking back and forth. Sam had woken up Mel when he had yelled at Dean so she came running out in a little tank top and pyjama bottoms. "Dean answer me."

"What happened?" Mel asked worriedly as she knelt down on the other side of Dean. He continued to rock back and forth holding his head. It looked like his head was going to explode. When she looked at Sam he just shrugged his shoulders.

"I don't know, I turned around and he fell to the floor like this. " Sam didn't know what to do for his brother. He hoped and prayed he was going to be okay.

"Dean look at me." Mel whispered really calmly, but he didn't look at her, he just kept rocking and grunting in pain. "Dean look at me now, you have to look at me." She said a little more firmly but it still didn't work.

"What are you doing?"

"He needs to concentrate on something other then the pain. It's not real, Michael is making him think it's real." Sam just looked at her and shook his head in understanding. He pulled Dean's hands from his head and made Dean look at him.

"Dean look at me, the pain isn't real." But he wasn't listening and Sam could tell, his eyes were starting to roll in the back of his head. Dean's breathing started to get really quick and shallow. "Dean listen to my voice concentrate on my voice. You have to fight him Dean." Sam felt Dean's body begin to shake, he knew he couldn't take much more of this. Sam noticed a few tears escape Dean's eyes and it made him feel useless that he can't stop the pain that his brother is feeling. "Dean you have to fight him, please. You can't let him win. Please for me Dean. You can't leave me." Sam felt a tear slide down his cheek. "Please Dean fight him."

Dean felt like his head was going to explode. His body wasn't working. Every muscle was tense, it hurt to breath. His hands were clenched in tight fists. He could hear Sam calling him, telling him to concentrate and to fight him. But he didn't know how to fight him, he didn't even know what was happening. All he knew is that he was losing and that he had hoped to have more time to say goodbye to Mel and tell her how much she really meant to him. And to tell Sammy that he was proud that he went his own way in life. That he was glad that the last couple of months he had left he was able to spend with him but he was sorry for bringing him back into the life he hated so much. He just wished he had come back on better terms. He also wanted to let him know that he would be okay without him and to never give up. He just wanted him to be safe but Michael had broken the deal, he wasn't supposed to go after Sam, he gave his word. But it was too late; he was gunna die a painful death. All he could hope for was that it came quick. And slowly everything started to fade. He could barely hear Sam's or Mel's voices calling him, he could barely feel his body. Soon everything would be gone. And strangely he felt a little at peace.