Chapter ten

The sun was shining bright that morning, it was fairly early and Bobby could no longer sleep. He had another nightmare about his late wife screaming at him for killing her instead of trying to save her. He kept seeing her, so bitter and so angry, as she was telling him that she would never forgive him. Every time it crushed Bobby's heart. If only he had done things differently, if only he had tried harder. Bobby got up and ran to the bathroom, he was shaking all over as he looked at himself in the mirror. He hated so much what he saw. There, his reflection stared back at him, all he saw was the murderer he felt himself to be. He couldn't bear to look at himself, the bitter pain, the anger and the shame overwhelmed him, tears filled his eyes and he let out a loud scream before he threw his fist at his reflection shattering the glass and leaving his hand bloody. The pain he felt was so unbearable as he let himself sink to the floor his back against the wall while he stared at his trembling bloody fist wishing he could just die.

Dean woke up with a start when he heard Bobby scream and the mirror smash. He wanted to go to Bobby to see if he was alright but his attention was drawn to something else. Sam was sitting in his bed and he was talking in a hushed voice, like he was having a private conversation with himself. Dean got closer to Sam's room and tried to hear what Sam was saying.

"You will kill your brother Sam, you'll shoot him in the head, it's the only way you'll be able to get rid of me. And Bobby, he's already loosing his mind, I won't even have to kill him, he'll do it himself, poor man having such a deep burden to carry, it's almost funny, he will never get over killing his own wife and you and I, we'll make sure to remind him about that all the time."

Sam stopped talking for a moment and started again with a laugh.

"Oh Sam don't be like that, it's no use trying to fight me, as I said, I'm not going anywhere until you kill Dean."...

"I want you to kill him because it's going to be fun and because it's going to be even more fun if it comes from you personally!"...

"You know as well as I do that Dean will never have what he wants the most, why let him suffer for the rest of his life?"...

"Sam, Sam, you disappoint me, you should know your brother better than that, he wishes everyday that he didn't have to take care of you, not like that anyway, that he had a normal life working a normal job, having a pretty wife, a home and his own kids. You are a burden to him."...

"No Sam, Dean won't let you leave, he knows there is a possibility that you could become... Well, if he only knew what you'll do, what you'll be, he would kill you right now!"... Sam stopped talking once again and looked at the door as if he knew Dean was there eavesdropping.

Dean turned back and headed to his room, he barely had time to get there before Sam was out of his room looking in the hallway. Dean couldn't believe it, he was right, something was wrong about Sam, that thing that they were hunting was now in Sam and it was going to kill him if he didn't find a way to stop it fast. Dean felt fear rise in him, it was so powerful, that thing knew things and so far it hadn't been wrong. It knew about his secret wish, to have a home and a normal life, it knew that he was staying with his brother because deep down, Dean knew something could happen to Sam, change him in the worst possible way. Even if the thought of it was killing him, he had to do what it would take to make sure that didn't happen. "Well, if he only knew what you'll do, what you'll be, he would kill you right now!" Dean's heart sank at the thought of those words, would it be that terrible? He wondered. Still he couldn't let himself believe that Sam, his Sammy, his little brother that he loved more than anyone, would be this evil. It couldn't be, Sam was always the sensible one, the one that cared, the one that thought things through before doing anything. He might have demon blood in him, he might have some special abilities in him, if they were still there but there was no way Sam could become a monster.

The phone rang and it startled everyone, Dean ran to answer. Bobby came down stairs with a towel wrapped around his hand and Sam followed right after him. Dean wasn't saying anything, he looked at Bobby, then at Sam and finally said to person on the other end that they would be waiting for him.

"So, who was it?" Sam asked.

"It was the guy we gave the Grimoire too, he thinks might have found what we're dealing with. He'll be here in about an hour." Dean answered.

Sam looked at Dean as he narrowed his eyes then quickly turned to look at Bobby with a concerned look on his face.

"Let me look at your hand, make sure you don't have pieces of glass still in the wounds. Dean could you get the disinfectant and bandages?" Sam said as he was gently unwrapping the towel off Bobby's hand.

Dean went to get the bandages and Bobby allowed Sam to look at his hand expecting him to ask what had happened but instead Sam just told him that smashing mirrors with his fists was not a good idea.

"Yeah, you're right, I'll remember that in the future." Bobby said looking up at Sam's face. He knew instantly that this wasn't Sam at all at that very moment so he just smiled at him hoping he wouldn't notice he figured it out.

As Dean got the bandages out of the cabinet, he hoped that the guy really had the the solution. He was thinking of calling him back to tell him that it was possessing Sam and that it would make things a little difficult but he decided to wait until Sam was busy bandaging Bobby's hand to try and make his move.

Dean returned to the room then handed the bandages to Sam. He saw all the little cuts on Bobby's hand, he knew exactly why he had them. He felt sad for his friend. It was true, having to live with such a heavy burden had to be so painful. He gave Bobby a meaningful look and told them that he was going to get dressed.

Dean went to his room and took his cell phone from his jacket's pocket. He didn't have time to dial the number before he ended up lying on the floor, his head throbbed from the blow Sam had given him.

"Oh Dean, I can know the future, remember? I can't let you make that phone call, you know that." Sam raised his hand and punched Dean one last time and the older Winchester fell into unconsciousness.

Sam dragged Dean's limp body back down stairs and tied him to a chair. After that Sam did the same to Bobby who he had already knocked out.

"This is not exactly what I had planned but it's still going to be fun!" Sam said with an evil smile forming on his delicate features.

TBC