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10
Sam stared blankly at his unconscious older brother. He hadn't been able to tear his gaze away since he and Maggie had gotten back from Beth's. Maggie was just finishing telling Lauren what had happened while they were at her house.
"…And I told her you'd turn her into dust just like those two Demi-gods you took out." Maggie said softly. Lauren's gaze was hard, her fists clenched. A vase behind Sam broke. Lauren broke her stare and looked at the floor apologetically.
"Sorry," She muttered. "I just, I don't understand how a human being could let something like this for money." She cast a painful glance over her shoulder at Dean's sleeping form. He winced every so often, along with the occasional shiver.
"I don't get it either," Kris said from the door. Caitlyn was in her playpen, laying on her left side, just like her dad was. "I never would have guessed Beth would take money from vamps."
"People do stupid shit," Sam spat bitterly. "She's lucky I let her live." His stare never faltered once, and Maggie knew she had to get Sam out of here or he'd find the police station Beth was at just to have an excuse to kill something.
"Sam," Maggie said, grabbing his arm. "Let's get to bed alright?" She said. Sam said nothing, but Maggie dragged him toward the door with ease. Kris stepped out of the way and let them pass.
Lauren understood why they were going. Sam couldn't bear seeing Dean like this. Beaten, broken, more like shattered, and helpless.
"I hope you don't think I was trying to snuff ya Lauren." Kris said. Lauren shook her head.
"No, I know you didn't know. I'm a psychic remember?" She said. Her eyes were on her husband.
"I'll get goin then. If you need me to watch the kid again just holler at me alright?" She said. Lauren nodded. The room was dark, the streetlight that was supposed to be lit outside was out. Lauren walked over to the bed and sat down on the side of it where Dean wasn't sleeping. Slowly her exhausted body forced her eyes to close, and she fell asleep, unaware of the nightmare going on less than a foot away from her.
Sam sat down on the bed wearily. His body and his mind were tired. He had been trying like hell to save his brother from hell without success and now this. He could still see him, shivering underneath the blankets, wincing in pain.
Maggie stepped in front of him and turned his face up to hers.
"Honey are you alright?" She asked. Sam shook his head. Maggie sighed and pulled his head into her stomach. Sam wrapped his arms around her waist. "He's gonna be okay Sam." She assured.
"I know he's gonna be okay…today," He said into her shirt. "But, Maggs he only has a month to live and we can't figure anything out to save him."
"Dean is not going to Hell Sam," Maggie said firmly. She bent down on her knees so she could face him. He looked at her with those sad puppy dog eyes that made her want to cry sometimes, and this was one of them. "You're gonna find this Lillith bitch and smoke her. Just a shot with the Colt and wham, she's outta here and Dean's fine." Maggie said with a smile. Sam's eyes watered, causing her smile to fade and disappear. "Sammy what's wrong?" She asked.
"I thought of the same thing, but Bella took it."
"What?" Maggie yelled.
"She was helpin' us out with the dream root thing a few months ago. When we got back to the motel room we were at she had taken it."
"Why didn't you tell us?" She asked.
"We didn't want you to worry." Sam said quietly. "I'm sorry." Maggie sighed and hugged him.
"Don't be sorry, but we need to know these things honey. Especially Lauren."
"I know," Sam said. "I told Dean that but, he didn't want Lauren to worry. She's got enough on her plate without having to know about this. Caitlyn, and her powers, her visions, her husband going to the Pit in a month, this would just make it worse." He paused. His arms were wrapped around her, his head rested on her shoulder. One of her hands was on the back of his neck, the other running through his hair. "I'm really scared Maggie." He said. Maggie swallowed and pushed him back away from her.
"I know Sammy," She lifted his chin. "But I want you to remember no matter what happens, I'll always be here for you, okay?" She said. Sam nodded and leaned forward, closing his eyes. Maggie put her hand in his hair again and kissed him. Sam's arms, which hadn't left her waist, squeezed her tighter. Like he was afraid if he let her go she'd disappear. They broke apart and Maggie made an attempt to smile.
"Let's hit the hay." She said.
"Annie, Annie please don't do this!" Dean cried weakly. Annie cackled, the sound ringing in his ears. "Annie please! I can't fight back anymore please!" He writhed between the sheets of the motel room bed, tangling himself in them. "Yes! Annie I'll be good I promise! I'll be good! Just don't hurt me please! No, no please!" He was drenched in a cold sweat, his breath was heavy, unbridled whimpers falling past his lips.
From her place in the portable play pen she had been sleeping in for the past four months, Caitlyn stirred. The sound of her Father's distressed voice waking her from her sound sleep. She opened her eyes and looked around for her mother but saw no one. She looked warily at Daddy, confused at what was happening.
"Annie don't! Oh God please! I said I'll be good," His voice was shaky as tears pooled under his closed lids. "Annie, uhuh, no!"
Caitlyn started crying, trying to get Mommy's attention, wherever she was.
"I can't fight you," Dean sobbed. "I'm too weak please…" He moaned. Suddenly the door to the room opened. Lauren first looked at her crying daughter, then at her husband.
"No! Pl-please I'm begging you stop!"
God I go to the vending machines for five minutes and all Hell breaks loose! Lauren thought. She darted over to Caitlyn, who was staring at Dean and bawling. She looked at Lauren, then back to Dean as if to say, Mommy, Daddy needs you! Go! Lauren looked at her and nodded. As soon as she did Caitlyn stopped.
Lauren ran over to the bed and touched Dean's cheek. He pulled away from her.
"Don't! I can't fight you anymore Annie!" He choked. "Yes, I'm worthless! I said it! No! I did what you said!" Dean was writhing hard under the single sheet that was left over him, his limbs tangled within it. The other blankets were on the floor. Dean shivered and sobbed harder. "AH!" His head jerked sideways, like Annie had bit his neck.
"Dean, Dean it's alright!" Lauren shouted, her hands on Dean's shoulders, reassuring and stopping him from hurting himself. "You're safe! Dean wake up! Baby please wake up!" Dean's eyes opened, but his nightmare didn't end.
"No!" Dean screamed weakly. He was in Lauren's arms but didn't see her. He saw the darkness, the near total darkness of the room. "No it's dark, it's so dark!"
Lauren touched his cheek and looked into his eyes.
"Dean it's alright, it's okay baby you're okay." She soothed. Dean apparently wasn't assured, or completely awake, and shook his head frantically, tear tracks on his face and more appearing faster and faster.
"No," He croaked. "No it's too dark!" Lauren turned and flicked on the lamp. Dean looked around the room, and then at Lauren. They each said nothing for a long time. "It was always so dark," He whispered. Lauren pulled her to him. He sobbed softly, shaking her with him. "She always made it so dark, I'm sorry if, if I-" Lauren placed her finger to his lips. He swallowed.
"It's not your fault baby." She said, gently stroking his cheek. Dean closed his eyes and leaned into her caress. Lauren hugged him again. He nuzzled his face into her neck, the stubble on his face scratching her, but she far from cared. Lauren rested her cheek on his head.
Annie died too quickly. She realized that now. She should have tied the bitch up in the same room she had Dean and hit her with a chain, claw at her back, blindfold her and shove her head in a tub of water. Or think of the slowest way to kill her possible. Make what she did to Dean feel more real to her. The stupid bitch.
Annie, the name suited her. Like the bitch in Misery. At least she didn't cut his foot off with an axe. But hey if Lauren would have come later there was no telling what she would have done to him.
She saw almost everything that bitch did. Like squeezing the crotch of his jeans. Lauren felt heat rise to her face in anger and hatred. There was a soft Chink as the glass on the nightstand shattered. Dean jumped and looked at it. He stared at her.
"Just thinkin' Baby," She said softly. "I should have found you faster."
"It's not your fault Lauren," Dean whispered. "At least you did find me. I was so scared I wouldn't see you again, or Caity, or Sam."
Lauren pulled back from him, breaking their embrace and kissed him. His lips were shaking when they touched hers. "You aren't leaving me yet." She whispered. Dean's wounded green eyes stared back at her. She shook her head and kissed him again.
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