It's bonus chapter time. I hope you all enjoy it.
Cindy.
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"I need help..."
"Sam? Is that you?" Bobby cried, jumping up from the chair he occupied and motioning to Dean. Dean was by Bobby's side in an instant, his heart suddenly pounding in his chest. There was relief that Sam was alive but fear for what lay ahead.
"Bobby, something is after me. It's a demon and I don't...I don't know what to do!" Sam spit out hoarsely.
"Slow down Sam. Are you okay?" Bobby asked, holding the phone at an angle so Dean could listen in.
"I'm okay. I just...I can't fight it by myself. De..." Sam started, but couldn't finish the sentence as it was still too painful.
Upon hearing the pain in his little brother's voice, Dean's eyes welled with tears and try as he might, he couldn't keep the tears from falling. Sam sounded scared and hurt and Dean couldn't do anything or say anything for fear Sam would hang up. So Dean shed silent tears and reserved himself to just listen to the conversation.
"Sam, what's happening to make you think you're in danger?" Bobby questioned, wanting to get as much info as possible to determine how much time they had.
"I'm having visions...uh, visions of me dying. A demon...he, uh...he crucifies me," Sam whispered, the fear thick in his voice.
"I'm sorry? Crucifies?" Bobby asked, his hands shaking. He glanced at Dean who had paled considerably.
"Uh...yeah. I'm pinned to the wall, my hands impaled with spikes...uh, crown of thorns, spear piercing my side. He spoke to me...he...*cough*...he said I'm the saint and that I have to die as Jesus did." Sam's voice hitched and he suddenly broke into a coughing fit.
Dean turned alarmed eyes to Bobby, who was afraid Dean was going to pass out.
"Sam? Son, are you okay?" Bobby asked, his voice laced with concern.
"I guess I'm a...*cough*...little sick," Sam choked, another coughing fit striking. "I think it's just a cold."
"Are you sure? You don't sound too good Sam."
"I'm fine Bobby. I'm not concerned...*cough*...with a little cold."
"Okay Sam. So, when did the visions start?"
"Um...yesterday. I think. I've kinda lost track of time."
"Well, you should be okay for a while. At least until I can get there."
"I saw him Bobby. I saw the man from my vision," Sam said fearfully.
"You saw him? When?" Bobby asked, a knot of fear forming in his stomach.
"Tonight. I found some money in my jacket and came to the small store I saw to get some food and water. He came into the store."
"Was he already possessed? Did he say anything to you? Is he still there?" Bobby rushed through the questions at breakneck speed, panic fueling his words.
"He was looking at snackcakes. Then I came face to face with him. He looked...*cough*...right at me, then went and paid for his stuff and left. I don't know if he was possessed yet. I don't think so, but I don't know."
"Okay, he may not be possessed yet. Can you get somewhere safe? A church maybe?"
"I didn't see any church. I've been holed up in an...*cough*...in an abandoned house down the street from...*cough*...from the store. I've got some salt," Sam whispered, exhaustion starting to seep into his body.
"Okay, that's good. Go there as quick as you can and lay a salt line as best you can.'
"Bobby?"
"Yeah Sam? What is it?"
"Dean's gone." Sam's voice filled with sadness and it tore at Dean's heart.
"What happened Sam?" Bobby asked, his heart breaking for the young man.
"He...He sent me away. He said he...*cough*...he said he hated me. Not that I blame him. I mean, I hate myself for ruining my family. He was right to wish I had never been born. So many people would still be alive today if it weren't for me. Dean wo...*cough*...would have a normal life. I don't know if I want to live anymore Bobby, but I don't want to die at the hands of a demon. I...I should just end it myself," Sam said barely above a whisper. The despair in his voice was heartbreaking.
Bobby looked at Dean who wore a look of shock and sheer panic. His brother was talking suicide. Dean felt like he would hyperventilate so he sat on the edge of his bed and placed his head between his knees, willing himself to calm down.
"Bobby? Are you there?" Sam asked with a hint of panic.
"Oh, sorry Sam. You kinda threw me for a loop there. Now you listen to me. I'm sure Dean didn't mean what he said. That boy loves you more than life Sam. Is it possible that maybe your demon could have made him say those things?" Bobby asked.
"I...I never thought of that. Do you think that's it Bobby? Do you think he could have been possessed?" Sam asked, hope and fear mixed in his voice.
"I think it's more probable than Dean hating you," Bobby answered.
"He tried to kill me Bobby. He tried to smother me, but then he stopped himself," Sam said sadly.
"Well, that's it right there Sam. Why would Dean lay his life on the line so many times to protect you and then just out of the blue try to kill you?"
Dean rose quickly from the bed, all color draining from his face. He placed his ear to the phone again, hanging on Sam's words.
"I don't know. Maybe you're right Bobby. I just don't know. You didn't see him Bobby. I mean, his eyes. They were his eyes, but...*cough*...but there was so much hate and anger there. Maybe he was just following Dad's orders, like he said, and when Dad died, the hate he had just festered until he couldn't contain it anymore." Sam sighed and ran his hand through his hair.
Dean shook his head, lowering his eyes to the floor. 'No Sammy, I could never hate you. You have to believe that,' Dean thought to himself, wishing he could tell Sam, but the danger of him hanging up was too great.
"Dean loves you Sam, you have to believe that. He'd die for you, of that I'm certain. Just like I'm certain you would die for him. Now, we'll take care of your demon problem and then you and Dean will work this out."
"You can't call him Bobby! Please don't call him. You promise me Bobby! I'll take off, I swear. I'll take my chances with the demon!" Sam spat desperately before breaking into another coughing fit.
"Okay Sam, calm down. I promise. I won't call Dean. Now please, tell me where you are so I can come get you."
"Uh, I'm in Colorado Springs. The store is called ...*cough*...it's Alameda Street Sundries. I'm about seven blocks west of here in an abandoned house. It's white and surrounded by a chainlink fence," Sam instructed, hope starting to rise in his heart.
"I can be there in under 8 hours Sam. You go and lay a salt barrier and then stay put. I'll get there as soon as I can. And Sam, about what you said earlier. You said you should just end it yourself. Now, if that means what I think it does and you're talking about killing yourself, well you just better not break my heart like that. You'll destroy Dean. I know you think what he said is true, but it isn't. Dean loves you and doesn't blame you for anything. I'd stake my life on it. You be strong Sam, please," Bobby begged, Sam's earlier statement still heavy in his heart.
"Okay Bobby. I'm sorry. I'll be strong. Please, just get here. I better go now, it's starting to snow again," Sam said weakly.
"Okay Sam. You take care and I'll see you soon."
"Thanks Bobby" Sam said, then hung up the phone. He picked up his small bag of salt and left the store, hunching his shoulders against the cold and snow.
Bobby closed his phone and looked at Dean.
"Shit Bobby!" Dean exclaimed. "He sounds like crap. And Colorado Springs? That's so friggin far!"
"Just get your stuff together and we'll hit the road. Dean, we know where he is now. Everything is going to be okay," Bobby said as he started gathering things together for their trip to Colorado.
"But he saw the guy! He's alone and hurt, and now he's sick. He sounds so...so lost Bobby. And scared. I've never heard him that scared before," Dean cried, stuffing the last of his clothes in his duffel.
"He knows help is on the way, and I'm sure if we take the Impala, and with you driving, we can cut some time off that 8 hours," Bobby stated.
"Oh, you bet your ass it ain't gonna take 8 hours. This is Sam we're talking about here. We have to get there fast. I'm making it in 6."
Dean grabbed the rest of his stuff from the bathroom and headed for the door, Bobby following close behind. Once they had moved Bobby's car to a safer location and locked it up, they were on the road. They were in 'Save Sammy' mode and nothing was going to keep them from their task.
Bobby put in a call to Ash who informed him that the demon signs were starting in Colorado Springs. Based on the other cases, they figured they had 8 to 10 hours to get to Sam and prepare to send the demon back to hell. Bobby asked Ash to look up the location Sam had given him so they would know what exit to take once they reached their destination, and exactly how to get to where Sam was. Bobby closed his phone and waited for Ash to call back.
Dean held a death grip on the steering wheel. He kept replaying the phone conversation in his mind. Sam was afraid of him, that was certain. Dean didn't know if Bobby's explanation to Sam had quelled any of that fear or not, but he hoped it had. At this moment his biggest fear was Sam's remark about ending it himself. Both he and Bobby had taken this to mean Sam was contemplating killing himself. The sheer terror this aroused in Dean left him feeling sick. His heart raced in his chest and he knew he had to calm down before he passed out or something.
The pain and sadness Dean heard from his little brother shook him to the core. He realized he hadn't actually said the words himself or hurt Sam himself, but Sam didn't know that. Even with Bobby's words to the contrary, in Sam's present state of mind it would be hard to convince him that it wasn't Dean's words or actions, but that of the demons. Dean wished he could pull a genie act and blink his eyes and be in Colorado. Every minute that ticked by reminded Dean that Sam was alone with a demon hunting him. A demon intent on torturing and murdering him.
Dean's mind wandered to the vision as Sam had relayed it to Bobby. If the demon followed the dream, then Sam was going to be crucified. The thought sent a shudder through Dean. He couldn't help but picture Sam nailed to the wall, blood trickling down his face from the thorny crown around his head. He saw clearly the blood pouring from Sam's side and running down his leg. He saw the light leave Sam's eyes before they closed for the last time. Dean shook himself from the thoughts in his head and pushed his foot harder down on the gas pedal. His Sammy needed him and there was no way he could allow himself to fail.
"I'm coming Sammy," Dean whispered to the night.
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Cindy.