-1Well damn you all made me feel so warm and fuzzy with your compliments and reviews of the last chapter, so without delay I give you the final chapter to this story (except of course for the epilogue which will fallow shortly.) Thank you so much for seeing this story through and I hope that you enjoy the conclusion as much as you have the rest of it.

And A Child To Lead Him
Chapter 10: From The Fires of Hell - Conclusion

March 23rd 12:02 am

Dean had been forced to watch helplessly his proverbial hands tied as over the previous two hours Sam's condition had worsened, the younger of the two brothers skin having visibly shifted from pale white to sickeningly gray. Like placing a band aid on an ax wound, the ice packs the nurses had surrounded his body with did nothing to bring the fever down or even maintain it's current temperature, the thermometer now reading 104.5.

Eyeing the yellow DNR form on the nightstand Dean snarled at the small piece of paper... an inanimate object that seemed so insignificant, but in reality, was more powerful than the demon it's self that had ravaged his brother's body.

Dean knew that their hours had turned to minutes… He knew that if bobby didn't come through soon Sam would be lost to him forever.

The realization more than he could stand to bare he did the only thing he could, he sat beside his brother, ran his fingers through shaggy uncombed brown locks and whispered silent prayers to the heavens which he never prayed, asking… begging them to spare the life of the only person he had left.

Ellen felt tears she'd been holding back for so long now sliding down her cheeks as she watched from the opposite side of the room, whispering her own prayers to protect not only Sam, but Dean as well.

She watched as the devastated man's hands shook uncontrollably with fear and desperation, his neck permanently craned downward studying the still and nearly lifeless body before him.

Meanwhile…

Sam remained huddled in the corner of the black abyss his eyes shut tightly as he tried to will himself back into the blissful reality which had slowly slipped from him these past few days…

Back to Jess, to their life together, to the warmth of the sun and the beauty of the spring… But no matter how hard he tried to convince himself this was no more than a vivid and gut wrenching nightmare, no matter how hard he believed, he remained in the dark nothingness, accompanied only by the chilling nursery rhyme that had haunted him so endlessly.

"Ring around the rosy
Pocket full of posies
Ashes…. Ashes
We all fall down."

"Leave me alone…. Please just leave me alone…." He pleaded his voice so shattered and so small it bared no resemblance to his own anymore.

The ground below him beginning to tremble, the frightened young man's eyes flew open against his will and horror once again embedded his features…

Meanwhile…..

Pulling into the parking lot of the hospital, Bobby tucked the brown paper bag filled with the supplies they were going to need under his arm before leading the way through the entrance doors, Missouri fallowing directly on his heels.

"It's coming…" She whispered worriedly as they walked, "It's coming I can feel it…. We need to hurry…"

Although he heard loud and clear what the stout dark skinned woman had said, Bobby gave no acknowledgement to it, no reply, as the elevator sounded alerting them that they had arrived at the third floor.

Stepping into the room the two figures turned and closed the door before locking it.

Closing the five of them inside and locking the rest of the world out.

The eldest hunter made his way across the room holding the opened black leather book out in Dean's direction and wasting no time with formalities as he spoke. "The ritual will call forth the demon from the dimension where it resides, loosening the grip it has on Sam, but without his hand and the blood which flows through it, the bastard will just jump right back in there and pull him down into the fires where he is currently headed."

Dean nodded taking in each word as he rose to his feet making sure to keep his hand securely wrapped around his brothers.

"We have to contain it…." Bobby continued as he held out the Key of Solomon to Ellen, "Make a trap on the ceiling, it won't hold the thing for long but it's going to have to be enough."

Missouri's eyes widened and all faces in the room froze to watch as she hurried to Sam's bed side and laid a hand on the boy's shoulder just as he began to shake violently.

"Hurry…." She breathed out her voice strained by the pain and suffering she felt being released from the body beneath her touch and coursing through her veins.

"SAMMY!" Dean swallowed turning to go to him as he felt a strong hand on his chest halting him.

"Dean, if you want to help him you need to focus now…." Bobby's voice was stern and demanding as their eyes locked.

The heart monitor over Sam's head sounded mercilessly, it's shrill screeching cry ringing out into the stale air the pulsing beat quickening to an alarming rate.

Meanwhile….

The trembling turned into violent shaking...

The walls began to rattle forcefully threatening to give way any second, the invisible flames that had singed his skin before, now as intense as a knife ripping through him, he could feel it burning from the inside out…. Pulling on him…. Dragging him to an unknown place….

He's in the room again… Dean watching over him….

He's along side Jess a sigh of contentment escaping his lips….

He's on a street corner a child's cry ringing through his ears…

A chill runs down his spine even as the heat of the flames continue to burn against his flesh…

He's huddled in the corner of a familiar place, the smell of old wood and alcohol filling his senses as the caw of a crow over powers the child's voice still surrounding him.

The black feathered bird lunges toward him, breaking through the glass and falling down dead at his feet….

Memories… so many memories filled his head that the room began to spin, the walls still shaking they began to crack and peel…..

"Help me….. Please…Dean… Somebody…. Help me…." He calls out his tone soft and nearly soundless as the voice of Lily Pierson grew louder and louder by the second…

Fire…

Fire rose from the floor as though the earth it's self had split down the middle and released the flames of hell before him….

The petrified man froze.

The heat unbearable his limbs pinning themselves against the wood behind him….

Out of the flames she appeared….

And he remembered….

Everything all of it…

Came rushing back no more bits and pieces, no more fragments of a life he couldn't comprehend…

She stood before him, he knew who she was, what she was… and what she'd done.

But it was to late…

The crimson stain on her white nightgown began to ooze and drip, a river of fresh blood trailing down her body and pooling around her feet…

Her thin lips curved into a smile, her endless darks orbs turning as red as the blood pouring from her as she stepped in closer to him.

Still he could not move…

"Ring around the rosy…." She began again her hand reaching out to him, the hand of no more than a child, but a hand that Sam knew was exactly the opposite of that..

Before she could even reach him, his head pounding to match the quickening pace of his heart thumping in his chest…

He could feel the warm wet sensation of his own blood beginning to drip from his nostrils and on to the floor in front of him, the taste of copper building in the back of his throat.

A haze of darkened evil called to him as she drew in closer and closer her coy smile pulling apart as a sing song demonic chuckle once more flew from her lips.

Meanwhile….

Dean's head shot up from where he was currently salting the window frame, just for safe measure to make sure this demonic son of a bitch was not let loose on the rest of the world, the sound of a choked out and nearly strangled breath from his brother's form stealing his attention.

"NOW…." Missouri cried out her own eyes tearing over as she looked around the room tightening her grasp in Sam's shoulder as his convulsions worsened and a trail of blood began to flow from his nose. "We have to do it now…."

They were loosing him.

Bobby nodded as the figures in the room all came together around Sam's bed Dean standing of course directly at his brother's head a pure silver knife ready and waiting in his left hand as his right came to rest on Sam's forearm with a strong and nearly violent grip

Bobby's voice was loud and vengeful as he spoke his words sounding smooth and confident as though he'd spoken them a million times before… This was of course because with a single slip up, a single mispronunciation the incantation could be void and the life they were trying to save…. Sam's life could be lost to them forever….

"EGO dico vos continuo ex incendia of abyssus. EGO voco vos obviam vestri mos. Solvo him Olympus of obscurum. EGO dico vos continuo ex incendia of abyssus…."

He cast his eyes upward in Sam's direction never breaking pace with his reading.

His thrashing began to worsen his body rising all the way up off of the hospital gurney and then slamming down again with exceeding force as though there were literally a battle taking place just below the surface of his being. A battle that Sam was quickly losing.

Meanwhile…

The taste of his own blood now thick in his throat Sam let out a shrill and final cry for help as her hand came in contact with his forehead….

The heat of the fire dissipating into a bitter cold, Sam could feel his insides shutting down, with a single touch from her hand his death was upon him…

Even as the flames surrounding her small frame grew and began to encompass him he was cold… so cold….

Fighting… struggling for breath after breath silent and unheard tears flew freely from his eyes…..

His mouth dry... His throat clenched

The demon before him had since fallen silent allowing the slowly fading beat of Sam's own heart, to be the only sound to be heard in the bitter nothingness.

His eyes wide with fear he no longer had a will of his own, he could not blink, he could not scream…

he could do nothing…

Meanwhile….

"NO!!!!" Dean's voice was anguished and shaking as his cry interrupted the incantation pouring from Bobby's lips.

The heart monitor above Sam's head flat lining, the ventilator seizing to rise again…

Sam's eyes flew open a petrified and distant stare coming to meet his brothers as

His lips parted below the oxygen mask his violent shaking quieting to a low tremble as tears began to work their way down his cheeks…

Dean knew he was letting go...

"Hold on Sammy... Please... Hold on..." He made no attempt to shield his emotions as tears matching those of Sam's fell from his eyes

In less than the blink of an eye the warmth of the dying man's flesh was a bitter cold….

Lax and lifeless...

Bobby's voice rose to be heard over the resounding wail of the monitors now filling the room, and the pounding of the doctor's and nurses against the wooden door on the far wall.

Silently as he continued to speak, he hoped against all hope that their answer had not come to late.

"…..ut visio vestri fatum quod vestri demise. Ut visio quod vos have commoror , permitto him requiro vengance super vos quod vindico ratio in vestri denique hora. .."

The florescent bulbs lighting the room crackled and popped descending it into darkness.

Then in a flash it was once again lit by lively and crackling electricity. Sparks and bolts a deeper red than any of them had ever laid eyes on before…

"Keep reading…." Ellen's words were strong, matching the shouts and pounds from the hallway, the door threatening to give way at any moment…

Dean moved quickly disconnecting the monitors and tubes surrounding his brother's now motionless body with unsteady hands, the adrenaline and fear rushing through his veins allowing him to lift Sam's body as though it were no more than feather as he braced it against his chest.

retrieving the knife from Dean's grasp Missouri slid the sharp blade against Sam's palm, his blood, Winchester blood bathing it's tip within seconds.

"EGO dico vos continuo ex incendia of abyssus. EGO dico vos continuo ex incendia of abyssus. EGO voco vos. Ostendo vestri."

As the last word was released from Bobby's lips the machines around the room began to dance wildly before bursting into flames...

Dropping the black leather book on to the now empty bed All four coherent body's in the room took only a second to brace themselves as the room that encompassed them began to shake as though they were experiencing a 10.0 earthquake.

A force stronger than any Dean had ever felt before knocking against him the young hunter slammed hard against the wall only a few feet away, but still he held tight to Sam refusing to release his hold.

Sam's body stiffened the hand dangling behind Dean's back gripping at the bottom of his red button up shirt and holding tight to it.

His limbs jerked, a strangled and forceful breath was taken in to his lifeless form and then released.

Vacant and still eyes slowly began to blink.

His body weak and wracked with overwhelming heaviness the tired and helpless man watched as the fire that had been engulfing him gave way to the comforting and warm face of Dean… His Dean… His brother….

"Dean…." That single word was small and unsure.

"It's not over yet little brother…" The man whispered relishing only for a moment in the breath of life that had once again been restored not only into Sam's soul but his own as well and blinking back tears….

A shrill and nearly deafening cry filled the air as the floor below them split down the center and just as he'd seen moments ago Sam's head lulled to watch as the fires of hell rose up from below and out of them formed an evil unlike anything any of them had ever seen before…

No longer was the form of a child before them, no longer was it's vessel that of human, it was an indescribable unspeakable evil.

No eyes…. No features…. Not of flesh or bone…. It simply was….

A chill ran through every person in the room as they looked upon it.

Every person that was except for Dean, whose Jaw locked in anger.

He reached forward, his brother still in his grasp holding him to his chest with one hand, he took the knife from Missouri with the other, "We have to kill it Sammy…. You have to kill it…." He informed the weak younger boy as he placed the knife in to trembling fingers and then wrapped his own protectively around it.

It had no where to go…. No way to escape…

Closing the gap and standing just outside the trap before them a look of satisfaction spread across the elder brother's features as together the Winchester men thrust the knife into the fugly bastard before them.

Into it's heart the blade tore.

The door on the other side of the room flew open and all who stood beyond it froze unbelieving of what their eyes were seeing….

The electrical charges faded, the shaking stopped and the fires of hell which had burned so bright and lively seconds before, were drug back where they came from, dragging with it Edo Animus and the evil it had brought upon them.

The knife fell to the floor with a clatter as fatigue wiped out what remained of Sam's strength, and there safely watched over by his protector, in his brothers grasp… Sleep over came him…

Bobby cast his eyes up to the figures still motionless in the doorway and smirked to himself, "I guess I have some explaining to do now don't I?"

"I'll help." Ellen offered as she watched Dean lower Sam back on to the bed beneath the machines that appeared as though they'd never been touched.

There was no crack in the floor, no ashes from the fire… Even the light bulbs had some how miraculously returned to their pervious form….

Perhaps the best thing about the supernatural world was that things weren't always what they appeared to be….

"Guys?" Dean whispered looking toward the two of them… "What about Meg?"

"I wouldn't worry about her…" Bobby's grin grew… "You see, that's the thing about demonic contracts, there bound by the soul… Demon or other wise… And since the bastard didn't get Sam's… It's gotta collect someone's."

Dean smiled to himself looking down at his brother now peacefully slumbering beside him,

"I told you I'd get you bitch…." He whispered Triumpantly, "Rest Sammy… You're safe now little brother...just rest…."

So there you have it, I'm of course not to sure about how it ended, I personally feel it could of gone better, but it's done now, and I'll get the epilogue up as soon as I can I promise.

Latin Incantation Translation:

I call you forth from the fires of hell... I summon you against your will... Release him heaven of the darkness... I call you forth from the fires of hell to face your destiny and your demise... To face the which you have inhabited, to allow him to seek vengeance upon you and deliver judgment in your final hours... I call you forth from the fires of hell... I call you forth from the fires of hell... I summon you... Show yourself...