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Chapter 11

Everything Will be Alright

Sam stared into the thick black space that seperated the Impala from the snot colored motel. 'How am I supposed to save him? He's a king, and Caeruleus is not going to make it easy. Wait...King...KING, it's what I've been missing. It's not that there is no solution. It was me not looking in the right place.'

Sam's head shot up, banging it loudly on the roof of the car. But again, Dean was not there to laugh or tease his little brother, oh how Sam wished he could here Dean's lighthearted, cocky, teasing voice, a usual constant in his life. But, he couldn't hear it. The night was empty so, all he could do then was grin at the prisoner pounding on it's cell , which just happened to be his head. Sam swung the door wide and hard, in which would guarentee a bitchy Dean if he were here, and leaped out of the car and sprinted tp there room.

Even before his brain could register, he was gazing at the blindingly blue screen of his loading computer.

Starting up and preparing for research he mumbled absentmindedly "Well, lets get started," and clicked search.

Sam sat driving in the driver's seat, Dean's seat. It would always be Dean's seat. No matter how many times Sam drives or insists that it's there car so it is both of theres it will always be Dean's. And Sam isn't sure if he'd ever want to sit here again. Because it seems that almost everytime he sets foot in this side of the car something bad has or will happen. There was that time when Dean got electrocuted with that Rawhead, and when dad died in that car wreck, Sam had been driving both of those times. And don't forget that time with the Trickster, watching Dean die over and over again. And that was the bright side of the story at least Sam got to see him after each death, alive and breathing. But after that last time Sam had to drive alone besides sitting in the drivers seat the worst part was being alone.

And it scared him.

But now praying that this ritual would be the solution was his only option, and so now he pray. Sam glanced over to the passenger seat at the that held all he needed for the battle that was building. He had found a ritual that gives him a fair chance of defeating the queen, it was an easy spell really all he needed was poppyseed, blood, thyme and a piece of the person doing the ritual. Sam had used his hair and all he needed to do now was get back to Dean before midnight. This ritual sent him back to the queen's kingdom with the only weapon with the capability to kill her, a lightning bolt. It could only equip him with five bolts so he had to make sure every single one counted.

Thinking back to when he visited Caeruleus's world Sam remembered Dean's face before he sent him back to reality and shivered. It was pain, the kind the worst kind of torture brought as the aftermath.

'This has to work. It just has to. I don't know what i'd do without him.'

Pulling into the lot Sam burst through the doors and made his way to Dean's room. His eyes fixed forward, never wavering or leaving their destination. He could have made it with his eyes closed for the permenant marking of when and where exactly Dean had taken his last breath of air was planted in his brain. His brother's death beds, each and every one would forever haunt his dreams.

Scampering into the room he closed the door and sat the bowl of ingredients down on the floor.

Sam broke out the book of latin, he then started chanting, rambling, the language spilling easily of his tongue.

He felt power, energy build up inside him, starting deep in his chest and flowing to the palms of his hands.

Grabbing Dean's cold, limp hand, he placed it on the bowl, Sam's pool of blood shimmering at the bottom dappling the lifeless hunter's fingertips.

The wind picked up. Blowing, screaming past his ears. Still, Sam remained planted. He closed his eyes as he ranted the last words of the ritual.

Soon the wind seemed to cannon through the room, he could only hear and feel it whistling around him. Only he stayed firmly glued to the ground. And then, abruptly, the whirling vortex of wind stopped.

Slowly blinking his eyes open he then found himself standing face to face with a very surprised Dean.

"Sam!" Dean gasped. "What are you doing here? Sam, your eyes!" And Sam snapped his eyes over to the giant glass mirror hanging on the left wall.

Sam's eyes were bluish white with little balls of light constantly moving within them. A sort of static color if there is such thing.

"Why is he here?" The words shreeked eerily into the room. Spinning around he caught sight of Caeruleuss, her blue eyes blazed in icy pools of angery fire.

"Urrraaaaahh," her outraged cry echoed the room as she charged at the intruder, her hair flying in all directions.

Anger and hatred filled him with rage as well, howling at her enormity he flung his arm up and pointed his palm at the queen's head.

Bolts of electricity shot from each finger to the other. And with a flick of his wrist a bolt flew from his hand and hitting her square in the chest.

She squaled in pain and was thrown backwards into the mirror, shattering it's glassy visage.

Crimson rivers streamed after her body, which slid roughly down the broken glass.

Caeruleus then stood, glass chips that stood out from her back fell with a mighty clamor.

"How dare you?" She screamed, throwing herself at his outstretched hand.

Sam's eyes widened in astoundment and shot another bolt. It flung itself right to where he aimed but, unfortunately, that was a good inch beside her.

The lightning wooshed past her and into the remaints of the mirror, destroying the last of its beauty.

A growl bubbled up in the back of his throat, a sign of sheer frustration for he wanted this bitch dead at his heels.

And he wanted it now.

The last bolt that hit her had left her quite weak and differed her appearence.

Caeruleus's hair was singed at the ends and and was hinted with bleach dye.

Her once beautiful blue eyes were now deathly lightened to an ice blue in obvious slight blindness.

The queen laughed triumphantly at the sound, knowing all too well what it was. "Going to have to try harder then that, pretty boy."

"Oh, you bet I will," Sam replied dryly. He quickly flicked his wrist, shooting yet another bolt from his palm.

Getting the queen by utter surprise it knocked her right in the head.

Caeruleus cried of shock and pain, falling to her knees in a praying gesture.

Now her hair and eyes were coldly white, and she crawled forward only to fall flat on her stomach.

She began to drag herself in desperation to escape her blood-thirsty pursuer. For it was true, he would be forever thirsty for the sight of the blue queen's blood spilling constantly, creating a poolof the heartless sympathy in which he had never once recieved from her.

Then he, achingly slow, walked over to her head. Senseing his presence she tremulously lifted her head to sightlessly gaze his way.

"Please," Caeruleus begged for the nearly impossible mercy.

"I'm sorry," Sam told her. He raised his hand and aimed it between her eyes.

A sob broke from her frail cracked lips, tears started to pour, and she closed her eyes tightly and bowed her head.

And with a sickening buzz the queen slackened and lay dead at his feet. Her head rolled until it thumped against his foot.

And he doesn't complain because this is what he'd wished for.

'One bolt left,' he thought.

'This is the worst part.'

Sam had one bolt left, as planned.

He had been dreading this moment since he set foot in this blue wasteland.

Walking over to Dean, who now lay slumped against the stairs.

Dean looked up at Sam and his expression grew grim. "Sam," he whispered, quickly standing. "Dean, I'm sorry," his own tears built up in his eyes. "But it's the only way," Sam tried desperately explaining in fear that Dean would would hate him forever though he already knew he would never. And most of all he didn't ever want Dean to fear him.

A tear rolled franticly down his red sweaty cheek.

"I'm so sorry Dean. I wouldn't do this if I didn't have to."

"Sammy sshhh, I understand," and the older brother's eyes proved it.

Sam, for the final time, aimed the strike for Dean's heart and with a flick Dean jolted forward. Convusling and choking on his own spit as foam spirted from his mouth.

With an abrupt stop he lay still. His countanence still frozen in white agony.

Dean Winchester lay dead at his little brother's feet once again.

And this is something he would never wish for.

And this was the last image and thought Sam saw and heard before his whole world went black.

Sam sat in the same position in the hospital chair the first time Dean lost the priviledge to breath.

Now he sat waiting for him to earn it back.

He stared unblinking at Dean's chest.

A promise not to miss the first breath Dean took on the way back to the world.

Sighing he finally looked towards the window.

Which is the exact reason he missed Dean's returning breath.

But he didn't really think much of it because his heart filled with joy when he heard

"Sammy?"

Looking back at Dean's very much confused face, he then knew, gazing at his big brother's pink flushed cheeks he wore along with his bewilderment.

Knew that everything would be okay.

The End

Okay, I wasn't really pleased with this story because honestly writer's block is a bitch.

And a heads up for upcomeing wincest. And I just thought it'd be fun for once a week you guys could give me an idea or topic for a story [as long as it's Supernatural] and I'll do a one-shot of the best one.

Just an idea.

I crave reviews so tell me what you think of it, don't be to harsh plz.