Better Off
Chapter Ten: Thicker than Blood
Dean thought of all the possibilities, he couldn't help it. Does the demon have him? Or did he overhear us and freak out? Being the older brother, it was in his nature to worry about Sam.
"I have to go find him," Dean walked towards the door, but Amy stopped him.
"Not right now, in the morning. It's late and we don't know if there's anything wrong with you."
"Me? What about Sammy? He's out there alone, or even worse—with the demon."
"Yeah, and not much good you'll do him if there is something wrong. Get some sleep. Just a couple hours, that's all I'm asking. And then you can go look for him, and I'll come with you if you want."
He nodded.
Dean's mind was reeling. He remembered what he had been thinking when he first heard about Sammy's visions.
I always knew he was connected to the demon somehow…
He had known that those with psychic abilities were tainted, some with good, some with evil.
However, Dean had never suspected that his brother could be evil. Nor did he understand why people were embedded with these abilities.
He headed back to the spare bedroom that Sam had stayed in the night before without saying anything else to Amy. She hadn't expected him to say anything else. She hadn't even expected him to agree to stay.
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Sam awoke in a dark room. He looked around, but couldn't tell where he was.
"Sam," he heard a familiar woman's voice come through the darkness.
He thought for a moment, "Jessica?"
He turned a light on and saw that she was standing by the window.
"What's wrong, Sam? You look like you've seen a ghost or something."
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Dean tossed and turned. He couldn't fall asleep, his mind kept wandering to what kind of trouble Sam could be in—or if Sam was still himself. He lay in bed thinking over everything that had happened, from the fire when they were kids, to Jessica's death, to everything that Amy had said.
He should have noticed something sooner. He had been in denial, just as John had been for many years.
Dean realized then that everything that had ever happened was basically because of Sam. Obviously it wasn't really Sam's fault; it was the demon's fault. But the only reason the demon had killed their mother, as well as Jessica, was because of Sam.
And the only thing that stood between Sam and the demon now was Dean.
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Amy paced the hallway.
I have to find a way to help them.
After a few minutes, she went into the room full of books and sat down.
She began to look through various books, looking for anything she could about the demon, or psychics.
She already knew that John Winchester's journal had some information about both, but she wanted more than just that.
When she finally came across something, she heard the door open behind her.
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"You're...dead," Sam spoke quietly.
"What are you talking about?" Jessica smiled at him. "As you can see, I'm not dead. Why would you think that?"
Sam shook his head, "Uh...no reason, I guess."
"Good," she kissed him on the cheek. "Now I don't know about you, but I'm hungry. So come downstairs and I'll make something to eat."
"Yeah, just give me a few minutes and I'll be right down."
He waited until she nodded and left the room, then Sam grabbed his phone and began dialing a familiar number—Dean's.
"I'm sorry. If you've reached this recording in error--" Sam hung up and sighed.
"Who were you trying to call?" he looked up and saw Jessica standing in the doorway.
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Amy turned around in her seat, "Oh, Dean. I thought I told you to get some sleep."
"What about you? You aren't taking your own advice," he sat down next to her.
"Yeah, well..." she couldn't think of anything to respond with.
"So what are you doing anyway?"
"Just a little research."
"Why do you care so much? I mean...Why are you so eager to help us?" Dean asked.
She shrugged, "When I was a kid I felt drawn to the supernatural. I didn't think much of it, most kids get interested by that stuff. Right? Well, when I got into high school I found that I had an ability. I could read people's emotions. But once again, I didn't think much of it...until I took a road trip my senior year and stopped by the Road House. I met Ellen, and then your father...and ever since I've collected information about all this. I always wondered where this ability came from, and I discovered that people like me are embedded with these abilities by demons and...I know this is going to sound stupid...but demons and angels. We're here to help tip the scales one way or the other."
"Angels?"
She nodded.
"And which of the two is in you?"
"I have a birthmark too...it's right above my knee."
"And?"
"And let me just say I'm on the opposite side of Sam."
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"I was just trying to call my brother."
"Why?"
"Because he's my brother..." Sam began to walk towards the door.
"He doesn't care about you so why should you care about him?"
"What are you talking about, Jess?"
"He doesn't respect you, and doesn't want you to live your life how you want to. To me, that shows he doesn't care."
"Where's this coming from?"
She took his hands, "I do care about you, and I just want you to know that I support you and your destiny. I dropped everything for you."
Sam got a really confused look on his face.
"If Dean gets a chance, he will ruin everything for you. He'll break the two of us up again. Don't you want to be together? You're going to have to do it, Sam."
"Do what?"
"Kill him."
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Author's Note—I changed where this story was going (just a little) because 'Hunted' kind of stole my storyline. So anyway, I'm not 100 sure of how long it will be now. I still haven't decided what course to take with this, like to do a sequel or not. But if I don't get more reviews, I'm certainly not going to do a sequel because I have no doubt that I would get even less reviews because only people who read the original ever read sequels. And I got up today for absolutely no reason because it's a snow day. what a waste. And for some reason won't let me add this right now.