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To Lose a Brother

Chapter ten

Dean walked into the bar and ordered a pitcher of beer then took it over to a table and sat down as a million thoughts flashed through his mind. Maybe he should just take off and leave Sam? No, the demon would kill his brother and take his soul with him if he did that. How the hell was he suppose to look his brother in his eyes and tell him he hated him and then kill him? How could he live with himself if he did that? But if he didn't Sam's soul would rot in hell for eternity. He downed his beer in a few swallows then poured himself another one and downed that as well. He would die for Sam in a heartbeat, but even dying for his brother wouldn't save him. The demon had already claimed Sam's soul once and had showed him his brother burning in Hell and there was no way he was going to let Sam go back there. The only thing he could do was kill his brother, he couldn't see any other way out of it. Dean finished his pitcher then had it refilled and started in on that one. Maybe a devil's trap would work he thought. He could lure the demon over to the trap then once it was caught he could exorcise the demon from the man's body that it possessed. Hopefully the demon would then be too weak to take Sam's soul back to Hell with it, and once the assigned day had passed his deal with the demon would be over and Sam would be fine. It was the only thing he could think of that might possibly work. But how was he going to draw a devil's trap while the demon was obviously watching him? He thought about it for awhile then pulled out his cell phone. The only person he knew he could trust other then his brother was Bobby. He began texting a message to him using codes and co-ordinates. It was the only thing he could think of to do and his only hope to save his brother. Now all he could do was wait and hope Bobby understood his message and the demon hadn't intercepted it. Dean finished his beer and headed back to the motel.

The motel

Dean opened the door and walked into the motel room. Sam wasn't in bed so Dean walked over to the bathroom.

"Sam you in there?" When there was no answer Dean knocked on the door and opened it slightly. "Sam?"

He pushed the door open but the room was empty. Dean started to panic, had Sam gone out and if he had where had he gone? He had started toward the door when he heard a soft moan, he spun around and followed the sound. Sam was sitting between the wall and the bed, his hands pressed up against his temples, a look of pain on his face. Dean had seen this scene before and knew Sam was having a vision.

"Sammy?" Dean knelt down next to his brother and gently pulled his hands away from his head. "Sam?" He said as he put his finger under his brother's chin and tilted his head back then looked into his eyes. "Sammy, you okay?"

Sam looked up at him and Dean could see the fear in his brother's eyes as he pushed himself away from him.

"Get away from me!" Sam cried out as he crawled backward away from Dean until he reached the wall and couldn't go any further.

"Sam, it's me, it's Dean." Dean reached out for him.

"No!" Sam shouted his eyes filled with fear.

"Take it easy Sam…it's me." Dean slowly put his hands on each of Sam's shoulders and looked into his eyes. "It's me Sam." He said as he gently shook him.

Sam winced in pain and pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Dean?"

"Yeah, you okay?"

Sam nodded but looked strangely at Dean.

"What's the matter?" Dean asked. "Did you have another vision?"

"You shot me…"Sam blurted out a questioning look on his face. Why would his brother shoot him he wondered?

"What?"

"I saw you shoot me."

Dean swallowed hard, had Sam had a premonition of his own death? He gave a nervous laugh.

"Why would I shoot you Sam?" Dean tried to make light of it.

"I don't know…"

"It was just a dream Sam, it wasn't real." He said trying to reassure him.

"It wasn't a dream Dean, it was a vision, there is a difference." Sam said as he tried to stand up.

Dean helped Sam back up onto the bed.

"Well your vision is wrong Sam."

"They haven't been wrong yet." Sam looked at Dean. "Dean something's been going on with you I can tell, I'm not stupid…But why would you shoot me?...Unless…."

"Unless what?"

Sam got up and walked over to his bag. He reached in and pulled out a bottle of holy water.

"What are you doing?"

"Dean I saw you shoot me and I don't know why you'd do that unless…unless this isn't really you."

"What the hell are you talking about? Of course it's me."

"Let's just make sure."

Sam squirted some of the holy water onto Dean…nothing happened.

"Satisfied?" Dean asked as he wiped the water off of his face.

"Well you're obviously not possessed….but if you aren't …then why did you shoot me?"

TBC