Disclaimer: I don't own the boys, I'm just messing with them to make myself feel better.
Author's Note: I want to thank you all for the lovely reviews and for feeding my happy little muse. I know this chapter was supposed to be the final one, but I'm getting ready for chemo again and I know I won't be up to writing for a while. So this short little chapter is for you patient people, and please, even though I know where this story is going, I'd love to hear what you would like to see happen! Enjoy!
Bobby stared at the phone, not sure of what to say. The crying continued, and he could hear Dean's breathing quicken as the panic attack began. "Dean. Son, you have to calm down," he spoke softly, hoping to regain the younger hunter's attention. Cheri turned sad eyes to him. "You got a direction to go in?" "Yeah, head towards the camping park," he murmured, anxious to get to Dean. Cheri began to shout directions and orders into her own phone as she pulled back on the road.
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Dean could hear Bobby's voice floating through the phone he gripped tightly in his right hand. His hold was tenuous and the device was slicked with blood from his fingers. His left hand loosely held onto the gun he'd found hidden in Sam's bag, underneath the flannel shirt he was currently wearing. He had felt filthy and vulnerable, and although it had seemed silly to look for clothes, Dean hadn't been able to help himself. The shirt reminded him of his baby brother and not the monster trying to kill him. The Taurus was Sam's favorite gun, and Dean found it odd that the man had just left it in a bag in the same room as his captive. He'd rifled through the pockets of Sam's coat and come across a pocket knife and his cell phone. It had taken so much effort to get the cover off and get the GPS turned on that he hadn't bothered to put the phone back together before trying to get his torn fingers to dial Bobby's number. He was so focused on maintaining his breathing and dialing the number that he hadn't heard Sam until the man stopped a few feet away from him. Sam had laughed, finding the other hunter to be more resourceful than he'd thought. Looky there, big brother looks absolutely delicious, doesn't he, Sammy? The dark side delighted in seeing the normally tough hunter stripped of his bravado, curled on the dirty floor wearing nothing but a flannel shirt and his own blood. Dean pushed himself backwards, phone still clasped in his hand, the gun hidden under his thigh. "Stay away from me!" he cried in a shaky voice. More laughter from Sam as he took another step forward. "Stop!" On the third step, Dean jerked his left arm up and pulled the trigger. Sam's eyes widened at the sight of his own gun gripped in his brother's hand, and staggered backwards. The bullet tore into his stomach, dropping him to his knees. "You little shit! I'll fucking kill you for that!" he roared. Dean was crying, but squeezed off another shot; this one striking Sam in the shoulder and dropping the younger man to the ground. Dean had dialed Bobby's number, admitted that he'd shot his brother, and was beginning to hyperventilate as the bloody phone slipped from his fingers, all the while Bobby's voice drifting up to him from the ground. He quickly forgot about the phone when he heard a moan and shuffling on the dirt floor from the direction of Sam. "Please stay down," he whispered, not sure he could pull the trigger against his brother again. The taller hunter slowly sat up and Dean was positive that he saw a flicker of his Sammy in the hazel eyes. "Dean," the brunette hissed, "you have to get out of here. You have to run before he takes over again." Dean was unsure of what to do, especially since he couldn't run as the other man suggested. "Sammy?" he choked out. "Is that you?" "Yes, and I'm so sorry, Dean. This is a part of me that I've hidden for so long; that I never wanted you to know about. But I can't control it anymore, and you have to get out before I kill you!" Dean shook his head. "No, Sammy, no. Bobby is coming; he can fix this. You can't just give up". Sam sighed. "Dean, stop being so damn stubborn. Now is not the time to argue. There isn't anything to fix because there isn't anything wrong. This is me. I've gotten a taste for blood and torture and pain. I don't want to hurt you; I love you more than I should. So get out before I take more away from you." The blonde was dismissed by Sam's speech, but he could not understand what his brother was saying. "Are you saying that you are choosing to do this? That you want to do these things to me?" Dean was nauseated by what he was hearing. He did not want to believe that beneath the monster before him was really his baby brother; the brother he had sacrificed everything for. "Yes, Dean. I'm hurting you because I can. I crave your taste now, and although I fought it earlier, felt bad for what I did, that's no longer the case. There is no more of your precious Sammy left, just Sam. And Sam wants to watch you suffer and hear you beg for death." Dean let out a frightened squawk when Sam rose to his feet, malicious grin stretching wide across his face. His hazel eyes darkened to a muddy brown and he began to move towards Dean again. The blonde shoved himself further away until his back hit the wall, pleading repeatedly for Sam to "stop" and "no" and "stay back". Bobby's voice shouting over the phone wasn't heard by either man, and Sam continued towards his toy. Dean released a bloodcurdling scream as Sam towered over him, silver knife gleaming in the giant's hand. A shot rang out in the room; Dean looked up to realize with growing horror that his sense of self-preservation had triggered him to lift the gun one more time and pull the trigger. Sam staggered back from his brother, hands going to his throat as he collapsed to the dirty floor of the basement.
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Bobby realized that Dean was no longer paying attention to him; that most likely the boy was torturing himself about what had happened to Sam. He heard the phone thump to the ground on the other end, and he began yelling for Dean to talk to him. He could hear movement, Dean's frantic breaths, and the deep murmur of Sam's voice. He could pick out pieces of the conversation; his heart sank when he heard bits of Sam admitting that it was him enjoying hurting his brother, that there was no supernatural monster. There were more scrabbling noises, the blonde begging Sam to stop, and then Dean screamed, loud and shrill. Cheri stomped down on the gas and the SUV surged forward. Bobby let loose a string of curses, praying that Jodi Mills was closing in on the cabin faster than he and Cheri were. He prayed that the rescue services Cheri had called for were already there. The hunter was startled out of his thoughts by a gunshot on the other end of the line. He shouted for Dean to pick up; he begged the blonde to answer him. He heard more shuffling and, finally, Dean's wrecked voice. "Bobby… help me… please," he sobbed before the line clicked and went dead.
TBC