FIGMENT

by SupernaturallyEgocentric

Coming down to the end of Figment - a continuing drabble featuring Sam, a bloody knife, an ifrit and the possibility of a very messy death. Here come the last four chapters. Hope you all enjoy. I love a happy ending!

10. Chapter 10

CHAPTER 10

"Sammy, where'd you see an ifrit?

"I'm sorry, Dean." Sam's face clouded. "It's my fault. My fault it's out there."

Dean and Bobby exchanged glances. "What's going on, Sam?" Bobby asked gently, seeing that the young hunter still wasn't quite himself.

Sam struggled to sit up, able to only because Dean slipped an arm around his shoulders to help. Breathing ragged, he stared around the room, then nodded at a bottle on the floor. "There."

Dean picked it up. Dark blue, tall, slim¸ lid screwed on tight. No markings. Nothing special.

"I did it," Sam whispered. "I let it out."