Dean got out of bed, putting on a shirt. "Who is? Where did you get this phone?" He asked quickly.
"His... jacket... the murderer.. took him... he's coming... for me," she sobbed.
"Don't worry, I'll get you guys out of there!" He hung up.
Dean looked through Sam's notebook, reading the rest of what he wrote supernatural. possibly summoned by someone. he read demigod was circled with a bunch of question marks. Dean threw his shoes on, it could be worse, at least we've got a wooden stake he thought, running to the impala. He started tracking Sam's number, praying that Sam has left his GPS on like they had agreed. Dean started to drive when he got the location, a warehouse about 10 minutes away. Easy enough, I can make it there in five.
True to his word, Dean arrived there sooner than expected. He got the wooden stake out of the trunk and loaded his gun. Making his way towards the door, he noticed some leaves on the ground that definitely weren't from around here. Dean grabbed the door handle, the nightmare pushed to the back of his mind. Opening door slowly, he made his way past it, without too load of a creak. In the middle of the room was a woman, with one hand cuffed to a pipe above her head. Dean ran over to her. She was deathly pale. It was the woman they interrogated earlier.
He shook her shoulder a little, "Allison... hey," he smiled as she looked up, and he uncuffed her, "That's right, easy there, we're gonna get you out of here, alright? Can you tell me where they took my partner?" He asked.
She pointed towards towards a darkened hallway, "Great, just stay here and we'll come and get you," giving her hand a squeeze, he got up and ran down the hall.
Dean heard no other sounds but his breath and the shards of glass, breaking underfoot. He bit his lip, listening for voices. A little further down the hall, he heard a pained shout that sounded suspiciously like Sam's. Dean ran down to the end of of the hall. There was a doorway leading to a basement. He creeper down the steps, cringing at his brothers screams. Rushing down the stairs as quietly as he could, Dean saw a his brother tied up, dangling from the ceiling. He gripped the stake in his hand. In front of Sam was a mountain of a man, easily 7 feet tall. He was large, like a boulder and just as Allison described him. The demigod had a knife in his hand.
"Why couldn't you leave well enough alone? I was just doing my job." He spoke in a Scandinavian accent and Dean fought the urge to chuckle.
But when he saw Sam's body, he sobered up, all over Sam were cuts, some deep. It was just like Cas.
"What? Cutting out people's hearts?" Sam asked, angrily.
"I took some... creative liberties. But it made sense, no? They broke the heart of their lovers, so I break their heart" He explained, the tip of his knife above Sam's heart. "And since you meddled, I have to do the same to you." The tip of his knife started to dig into Sam's chest, Sam let out a roar of pain. Dean lost it then. He snuck along the edge of the room until he was behind the monster. As soon as Dean was behind him, he shoved the blade into the beast's back, pushing with all his strength. The demigod started to turn around, surprised. He then fell to the floor with a thump. Dean watched as he started to fade away, until there was nothing left in the room. He looked back at Sam, and cut the rope. He held Sam as he slumped towards the ground.
"Easy, tiger. I got you. I got you." He held Sam, "I'm so sorry, Sammy."
Sam nodded, weakly. "C'mon Sammy, let's get you out of here."
With Dean supporting most of Sam's weight, they maneuvered their way upstairs. Dean was panting heavily by the time he had gotten Sam upstairs. He bit his lip nervously at Sam's haggard appearence. They made their way over to the woman, who was, luckily, able to walk by herself. After the promise that she would keep her mouth shut, they drove her to the hospital.
Sam grimaced as he got out of the car once they reached the motel. Dean helped him walk to the room. When they got inside, Dean set his brother down on his bed and got a clean rag, damping it. He looked Sam over, "Well, it looks like you'll need a new shirt," Dean chuckled sadly.
"Shut up," Sam smiled.
Dean took the shredded remains of his brothers shirt off of him and started cleaning him up, some of the cuts still bleeding. After patching his brother up, he looked out the window. The sun was starting to come up.
Dean looked back at his brother, "C'mon Sam, let's get out of here?" Dean said, wanting to erase this town from his memory.
Sam nodded, "and dean...? I'm sorry about-"
"Don't worry about it," Dean brushed him off, "Let's just get out of here, okay?" He helped Sam off the bed and walked him to the Impala. After checking out and grabbing Sam's stuff from his motel, they drove back to the bunker.
The entire ride home, Dean remained silent. Sam had tried to talk to him, but Dean would just turn the radio on whenever Sam tried to say something. So, he gave up, eventually falling asleep.
It was the middle of the afternoon when they got back to the bunker. After waking Sam up, Dean helped him to his room, noticing that Sam had some color again. He helped Sam into bed, before he left, his brother gave him a groggy thank you.
"Night, Sammy." Dean said. He turned the light off and left Sam's room. As soon as he was outside, he breathed breathed a sigh of relief.
Sam woke up a few hours later, and went to the kitchen to search for some food. He didn't see Dean anywhere, and went to his room to look for him. Dean wasn't in his room, but a paper on his pillow caught Sam's attention.
Sammy,
I'm so sorry for what I said. If it wasn't for me, you wouldn't have almost gotten killed. Please don't search for me. I need some time to sort things out.
Dean