SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN
bia1007, Yeah, they are each other's weakness. I'm glad you liked it.
FLD, Hey… thanks for the review. Yeah :D this is kinda my first Supernatural where something Supernatural is in… :D
Pipalullabye, I'm glad you liked it, thanks for the review.
KindaWierd, I'm sorry that I left the chapter there :D But thanks for reviewing. I'm glad you liked it
SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN
Physically hurt mentally injured
"Stand up and look into my eyes, when I kill you." The Perchta pulled Sam onto his feet, pressing his wounded back against the table. Sam had closed his eyes, weeping. His brother was dead.
"How can you still think about your brother, when you are gonna die right now?" She asked, looking down at the smaller boy, while she cut the top of his head open to Sam's forehead. Sam sobbed, tears mixing with blood.
"Shut up bitch…" A voice from the door screamed. "…nobody's gonna kill my little brother."
"Dean" Sam whispered, when his big brother threw holy water and salt at the Perchta. She screamed and vanished.
Sam looked at his brother, not knowing what to do. Dean looked okay, though he had some scratches.
"Sammy" Dean whispered, running to his brother, embracing him gently. He had never been so happy to see him. He closed his eyes, his both arms around Sam's neck, a hand stroking the smaller boy's hair, while his brother just sobbed into his chest, trembling, bleeding, both arms around Dean's waist.
"We have to get you out of here." Dean whispered to his weeping brother, when they suddenly stood in the dark, all the lights turned off. He gently shoved Sam forward, a hand lasting on the back of his little brother's head.
Sam was still trembling violently, gripping helplessly for Dean's hand, when he felt that the embrace was broken. "Hey Sammy" Dean took Sam's hand, squeezing it tightly, when he saw the agony in his brother's face. "Everything is okay… we just have to go."
Sam nodded numbly, biting his lip to stop the tears from falling.
"We have to find dad and than go for the girls, first." Dean supported Sam, his arm around the seventeen-year's old waist, handing him the other hand to hold on tight.
"Calm down, Sammy" Dean whispered softly, pulling him closer, when he felt his brother's heart beat under their linked hands. He didn't know what happened when Sam was alone with the Perchta, but he didn't like the aftermath.
"Stop" Dean hissed, pressing himself against the wall and his little brother against him, when he heard footsteps.
Sam closed his eyes, gripping Dean's hand tighter, while Dean laid his arm protectively over Sam's shoulder, the gun in his hand. He took a deep breath, when he heard the steps came closer. The arriving guy was running
"Dean… Sam" John shouted, slowing down a little, when he saw them. He seemed grateful to see them, though he eyes the younger boy suspenseful, whose face was pressed into Dean's soft shirt.
"I have no idea." Dean shrugged, when he saw his father's quizzing eyes. "Dad… we have to go" He begged, running his thumb over Sam's backhand gently.
"Let's go" John nodded, but Dean stopped him.
"Can you go down, please?" Dean asked. "In the cellar are two girls, they are save in a room… in a salt circle. Can you please pick them up? I'll bring Sammy to the truck."
John nodded, running a gentle hand through Sam's hair. Sam winced, feeling somebody else's touch, but his brother.
Dean nudged his brother gently, pulling Sam with him, holding his hand, while he headed as fast as Sam could to the truck. Sam swayed; his face emotionless.
Dean gently sat him down in the back of the truck, wrapping him in a blanket than he took a closer look at his brother. "Hey Sam…" he whispered, while he opened the first aid kit, pulling out a cloth, before wetting it with some water. "…do you wanna talk about what happened?"
Sam didn't say something; he just shook his head, his eyes downcast. Dean didn't want to push; he just ran his finger over Sam's cheek, brushing a tear away, it was the first time that Sam released his hand again.
The deepest cut Dean found was the one on Sam's neck. He moved closer to inspect the skin. "It's to dark to take proper care of the cut, yet, but I have to clean it a little." Dean said, pressing the wet close lightly against the wound. Sam gritted his teeth, his hand fisting the front of Dean's jacket, but at least he didn't jerked back.
"It's just dad with the girls, Sammy" Dean soothed, when his little brother winced when the back door opened. Tanja and Conny looked like crap, their eyes puffy, staying close to each other. They seemed disturbed, both of them getting into the car quietly.
"You're okay, girls?" Dean asked with a soothing voice, his hand working on Sam's arm. Sam had his head against Dean's shoulder, groaning in pain. Dean though didn't receive an answer, both girls sitting down beside him, their eyes closed, pale like sheets.
Dean relaxed when he saw his dad nod at him, a little smile playing on his father's lips. We're save, son.
The ride was quiet, occasionally interrupted by a muffled sob of one of the three youth. Dean stayed close by Sam, sensing that his little brother needed every comfort he was able to give. When he was done with his first aid, he pulled Sam against his chest, surprised, when Sam jumped.
"What the…" Dean whispered, lifting jacket. He swallowed dryly when he saw that Sam's shirt was blood-soaked. "Oh damn it…" Dean helped Sam out of the jacket, before taking a closer look at Sam's back and belly. "Why haven't you told me?" He asked furiously. The girls were watching them, not able to say anything. It looked like someone tried to force two speared through his little brother, from both sides.
Sam looked down, while Dean shook his head. He couldn't take care of it right now. He laid a blanket between them, so Sam could lean on him without actually touching his sore skin.
SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN
"Stop this" Dean ordered nicely, taking Sam's hand in his, when he saw that Sammy was biting into his fist hard to keep himself from shouting out in pain. Sam moved his hand, so he could grip Dean's.
John was working on Sam's back, stitching it. They have just arrived at their room, after dropping the frightened girls off at Tanja's home. John had already stitched up Sam's belly, what had hurt, but not this much.
"Ow" Sam sobbed, burying his face in Dean's shoulder, thankful that Dean kneeled beside his bed, giving him reassurance. Dean stoked Sam's hair, watching their father take care of the wound on the back.
"Sorry" John whispered, running a hand over Sam's shoulder, pulling the needle through Sam's skin one last time. He felt bad for not having ended the hunt, but even worse was that his boys have been hurt. Not only physically, but also mentally.
"Okay… done" John breathed, cleaning up the spot on Sam's back so gently he could. "Sleep now you two… we'll talk tomorrow about everything." John kissed the tops of his boys' head. He couldn't help but feel a little bit hurt when Sam didn't look up still just hugging Dean. Dean though gave his father a little smile, whishing him good night.
"You're okay, Sammy?" Dean asked, breaking Sam's clinging. Sam looked up at Dean, eyes telling more than words ever could.
"I'm gonna go to bed, we'll talk tomorrow." Dean stated, standing up.
"NO" Sam fisted Dean's sleeve again, pulling him back with all his left strength.
Dean bit his lip hard, seeing the tears in his brother's eyes. He really didn't want to ask, but Sam didn't give him another choice. "What happened?" He asked, sitting down on the edge of the bed.
"Don't go" Sam's voice was husky, trembling.
"Move over… I'm gonna stay." Dean smiled encouraging, laying down beside Sam. Immediately Sam turned around to face Dean, snuggling close, tears falling onto Dean's nightshirt. "Sammy" Dean held him tight, wanting to know what was going on.
"I died." Sam cried harder.
John looked over to his boys, his heart aching for them, when he saw them cuddled together. Sam seemed destroyed.
"I didn't die, Sammy" Dean soothed.
"Yeah… but that's not making the things that I thought better" Sam confessed, closing his eyes, feeling finally save again, with Dean on his side.
"Did she tell you that I died?" Dean asked, his forehead against Sam's.
"She made me see you die." Sam snivelled, while Dean was hugging him tight to his chest.
"We'll kill that bitch." Dean promised, dropping a gentle kiss on his brother's top.
SNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSNSN
Reviews PLEASE