The Hunter Chapter Ten

Sam had a difficult choice to make. Should he stay with the same people who had lied to him or go back to the people who had always loved him? He agonised over the decision for many hours before he came to a decision.

"Well, what have you decided to do?" Azazel asked him

"I don't want to die," he told him.

"So you've decided to stay with us then."

"Yes, but let's get one thing straight, you are not using me in any way, shape or form. If you do then I will not hesitate to kill you."

"That sounds fair. Now what are we going to do about that brother of yours?"

"I have a plan."

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"I never should have trusted you again, Sam," Dean growled as Sam tied him arms behind his back. "I should have just shot you dead."

"But you could have never done that," Sam laughed. "We all know that you're incapable of killing me, it just isn't in your bones.Now be quiet before I'm forced to gag you as well," he said as he started on Jess' bonds.

"Why are you doing this?"

"Because I want to live," he bluntly explained. "I was a dead man if I left so I made a deal."

"Didn't you ever learn not to make deals with demons? It'll come back to haunt you."

"I'm not that concerned," he brushed Dean's remarks off with a shrug.

"There never was a vision was there?"

"No, I just called him and asked him where they were. Now if you excuse me I have some catching up to do with Meg, if you know what I mean," he told them before leaving the room and locking it behind him.

"I don't believe it," Dean said to Jess, his voice shaking. "I honestly thought he had changed," his voice was quiet but filled with hurt and pain.

"I know I wanted to believe it too. I guess the pull of evil was too strong for him to resist.

"Yes it certainly was," Azazel interrupted them as he walked into the room. "How are my two favourite hostages?"

"Go to hell," Dean snarled at him.

"Yes Dean, you are very threatening," he said sarcastically. "But it's not going to do you any good. You're both going to be dead soon and I for one cannot wait to see that happen. You have both been major pains in my ass and your deaths cannot come too soon."

"Why don't you just kill us now and save us from having to listen to your babbling," Dean told him not even trying to hide the sarcasm and anger in his voice.

"I'm not going to kill you, Sam is. I wonder how he will do it. Maybe he'll slit your throats or snap your necks or maybe he'll shoot you. To be honest I don't care, all I want is for it to be painful."

"I can't wait to kill you, you son of a bitch."

"You are never going to see me dead never mind actually kill me, son.

"We'll see about that."

"Oh, I have no doubt we will," he said as he moved to the door. "Whatever the conclusion, this will all be over very soon."

"I hate him," Dean told Jess once Azazel had left and he sat trying to free himself.

"That's a bit of an understatement," Jess smiled.

"Yeah, it is. I can't believe Sam could do this to us. I really thought he'd changed, that he was Sam again but I guess I was wrong."

"You wanted to believe the best about him," Jess consoled him. "You needed to believe you had your brother back."

"More fool me then," he gave a bittersweet smile.

"It's not your fault, Dean. You didn't make him the way he is, they did."

"Then I guess they mean more to him than I do," he spoke quietly with a hint of sadness and bitterness in his voice. He really had believed Sam had changed and it hurt more than he would ever let on that Sam could just betray them like that. "We're not going to get out of this, are we?"

"You can't think like that."

"Why not, I feel like that. I can't do this anymore, Jess. I don't have the energy to fight anymore. I just want it to end."

"Shh," she comforted him as she shuffled over to him and placed her head on his shoulder. "It's going to be okay."

"No it isn't," he sighed wearily. "No matter what happens it is not going to be okay."

"You can't think like that, you have to have some hope."

"I don't, Jess. I tried to have hope; Hell, these last two years I have had nothing but hope and it got me nowhere. I hoped that Sam would see the light and be himself again but it didn't happen. I'm too tired to hope anymore. I just want it to be over."

"You can't think that way."

"But before it is I just want you to know how thankful I am that I had you. You kept me going when I thought I couldn't go on anymore and for that I am eternally grateful. I wish things could have turned out different. I wish you had never been dragged into my freaky world, maybe then you could've been happy."

"Dean, you make me happy, you make me feel safe."

"How can you feel happy around me? All I have ever done is bring you pain."

"That's not true and you know it, don't put yourself down," she vehemently told him. "You make me happy and nothing you can say will ever change that. You might have introduced me to this crazy world but you also protected me from it and whatever happens I just want you to know that I wouldn't change a single moment of the last two years."

"Really?" Dean sounded surprised.

"Really," she paused. "Well, maybe not the near death stuff but everything else was good," they both laughed.

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Sam had spent some time getting reacquainted with Meg. She had been happy to see him and was eager to have him kill Jake so they could move onto the next part of the plan but that didn't mean they couldn't have a little fun first. As she slept Sam quietly dressed as silently left the room. He had something he needed to do and he didn't want to be interrupted. This task was of the utmost importance and if he couldn't manage to carry it out then everything he had planned and worked towards was going to go to Hell.

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Sam re-entered the room a little while later and immediately went over to Jess. He picked her up by the waist.

"Hey, put me the hell down," she screamed as he carried her out of the room. Dean immediately started struggling against his ropes, trying desperately to free himself but it was no use. He could hear Jess' screams of protest until they were muffled. Sam reappeared soon after.

"She really does scream awfully loud, doesn't she?"

"What have you done to her," he yelled angrily.

"Nothing, I just moved her to another room and gagged her. We need to have a little chat."

"No we don't. We have nothing to talk about."

"Yes we do," he said as he leaned over his brother and cut his ropes. Dean looked shocked as he rubbed his sore wrists.

"Why did you do that?" He asked.

"I need you to do something for me," Sam replied with no emotion in his voice. His eyes were a different matter; they shone with hope and pain.

"What would that be?" Dean stood up but kept his distance from his brother.

"I need you to take this and get the hell out of here," Sam handed him a gun. It was the Colt.

"Sam, I don't understand."

"I'm going to leave the door unlocked for you then you can untie Jessica and leave. Please, you have to do this. Make sure he doesn't get the Colt."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Azazel needs the Colt to open the Devil's gate. Once he does that a demon army is going to be unleashed upon the world. If he doesn't have the gun then he can't do it."

"No, I meant why are you setting us free?"

"Because I'm in too deep to stop now," he explained. "If I kill Jake and Azazel unleashes the demon army then I will lead it, but if you stop him before he can then everything will be okay. You need to take the gun and hide until you get the opportunity to use it."

"Okay," Dean's voice cracked. "Why do I get the feeling this is going to be the last time I ever see you."

"Because it probably will be. Dean I need to tell you I'm sorry. I should never have brought you here but it was the only way I knew to get everyone in the same place."

"I thought you were double crossing us but you were double crossing him."

"I decided that I couldn't trust him so I convinced him the only way to lure you here was if I went out there and brought you myself. I just wanted to see you both so desperately and tell you I was sorry. He believed me and let me go to you."

"So you really meant it when you said you were sorry?"

"Yes, I'm sorry that I did this to you but I had to make him believe I was still on his side. I hope you can forgive me and not hate me too much."

"Sam, I could never hate you, you're my little brother and I would forgive you for anything," Dean was a little surprised when Sam pulled him into a hug but he returned it as he felt tears trickle down his cheek.

"I can't believe this is the end," Dean said as he pulled away and wiped his eyes dry only for them to be replaced by more. He didn't want to think this was the last time he would see Sam even though he had said so himself.

"Goodbye Dean, I'm going to miss you."

"I'm going to miss you too," he gave a small sob.

"You gotta promise me one thing though," Sam said.

"What?"

"You gotta look after Jess. She's an amazing girl and you have to be good to her."

"I promise I will. I'll make sure she's happy."

"Thank you," Sam smiled. "Now you gotta go before he realises something's wrong. Hurry."

Sam left and Dean followed shortly after. He found Jess bound and gagged in a nearby room and he untied her before they quietly made their way out. Hearing something Dean pulled her into another room and they hid.

"What happened?" She whispered.

"Sam let me go."

"What? Why?"

"It turns out he's been plotting this all along. He brought us here to make Azazel think he was on his side but he really did so he could give us the Colt so we could take it," Jess noticed the sadness in his voice as he spoke.

"What's wrong?"

"We're never going to see him again."

"What do you mean?"

"Sam's fairly convinced that this is the end," he paused and resolved not to dwell on this. "Come on, we need to go," he grabbed her hand and pulled her towards the door.

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It turned out that Jake had been gifted with super strength and that was bad news for Sam. He threw him about like a rag doll and no amount of weapons would change the fact that Jake was just too strong. Sam knew he could never win but he did know he could keep all eyes on him to give Dean and Jess enough time to escape.

They both could hear Sam's cries of pain and it caused them so much anguish. The house was like a maze but Dean could see the door to freedom. He pulled it open and they both ran to the car.

"Dean! RUN!" He heard Sam scream before he saw him. His little brother was beaten and bloody and running towards them.

"SAMMY!" Dean cried as he saw a man come up behind him. Sam just had time to turn around before the man pulled out a knife and slid it effortlessly into Sam's stomach. "NO!" Dean yelled as Sam fell to the ground with a lifeless thud. He just lay there and didn't move. Dean knew he was dead but he didn't want to believe it. "SAMMY!"