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Ch. 11 I'm Gonna Save You

An insistent knocking begins during the blackout. Dean awakens to realize that he is on the floor of the motel room, the motel manager, who has been knocking, opens the door.

"Hey. It's past your checkout."

Dean gets up feeling very groggy. "What?"

"It's past checkout, and I've got a couple here needs your room."

Dean looks to see an embarrassed businessman with a hooker. "Yeah, I'll bet they do. What time is it?"

"Twelve-thirty."

Dean looked around for Valerie, but he couldn't find her. "That guy who was with me, have you seen him?"

"Yeah, he left before dawn in your car carrying that little blonde, and you should have gone with them, because now I'm going to have to charge you extra."

"Oh, son of a…"

"It's just policy, sir."

"I need to use your computer."

"Now, why would I let you use my computer?"

They walked to the lobby, the manager counting a stack of cash, as Dean talks on the phone behind him, in front of a desktop computer. "Hi, uh, so sorry to bother you, but uh, my son snuck out of the house last night and, uh, went to a Justin Timberlake concert." he paused. "What? Yeah. No, Justin is quite the triple threat. Uh, anyway, he's not back yet, and, and I'm just, I'm starting to worry." he paused again. "Right. Yeah, boys will be boys. But see, Sammy is a diabetic, and uh, if he doesn't get his insulin, I just, I have to find him. Please, I'm begging you. Yeah, no, no, no, I'm on the web site right now, I just need to activate the GDS in his cell phone." Dean entered a password. "Yeah, right there. Duluth, Minnesota. Yeah, that is a long way to go for a concert. I appreciate your help."

Valerie was becoming conscious. She had no idea where she was, there was very faint light. Then she saw Sam. "Where's Dean?"

"Couldn't make it." Sam replied.

"What's going on Sam? This isn't you." Sam took off his jacket. Valerie noticed a circular burn mark with a short line though it. "What is that? Looks like it hurts."

"No. No, just, just had a run-in with a hot stove." Sam walked closer to her. Towering over her. "Look, I know how you feel about dad. And I can't say I blame you. He was obsessed. consumed with hunting; and he didn't care who got caught in the cross-fire. I'm not trying to hurt you, Val, I, I'm telling you because I care."

"Well, that's real kind of you, Sam."

"I mean it." he put his hand on her waist, possessively. "I care about you a lot."

"Sam, what's going on?" Valerie's thought went to when she lived at home in South Caroline, with Daniel. It felt the same. She felt scared.

"I can be more to you, Val."

"Sam, please don't do this. You can fight this. Please." Valerie felt tears and she pleaded.

"Okay." He pushed her away and he turns to leave. Suddenly, Sam reappears, grabbing her from behind and manhandling her. "Sam, get off me! Sam, get off me! Sam!" She closed her right on a beer bottle close by, but before she can hit him with it he grabs her wrist and slams it onto the wall, shattering the bottle.

"Val, Val, Val." He shoves her around until she faces the wall and pins her there, his left hand over her wrist, and his right hand stroking her hair. All Valerie saw in her head was Daniel. She was terrified at what was going to happen. "Sam, no, no! Please! Please!" He slammed her forehead into the wall, she was knocked out. Sam lifted her carefully onto a counter, stroking her hair in a disturbingly gentle manner. "It didn't have to be this way. Or maybe it did."

Valerie becomes conscious, again. Nearby, Sam is tying Valerie in a sitting position to a wide wooden post. She slowly wakes up. "What the hell is going on? What are you doing?"

"So, what was it exactly your dad did to you?"

"You're not Sam."

"Don't be so sure about that. Answer the question."

Valerie didn't respond. Sam sighed and walked around to the other side. He sat in front of her, leaning in, his expression shifting to one of open concern. He pulls out a knife and strokes her face with it. "Come on. It's me. You can tell me anything, you know that. Answer. The question."

"You know what happened. I told you. You saw it." Sam laughed. He stood up and goes around to stand behind her. He stabbed the knife into the pillar, just above head level. "Why are you doing this to me?"

"Like Daddy like daughter. You're bait. Open up." He shoved a knotted rag in her mouth and ties it around her neck. "That's a girl." All of a sudden the door bursts open and Dean enters with his gun out. "Sam!" Sam grabbed the knife from the pillar, his calm expression shifting to one of desperate panic. He placed the knife at Valerie's throat.

"Put the knife down, damnit."

"I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right? Dean. Kill me, or I'm going to kill her. Please. You've be doing me a favor! Shoot me." he turned to face Dean, arms open. "Shoot me!"

"No, Sammy, come on." He turns away lowering the gun.

"What the hell's wrong with you, Dean? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Valerie die?" Dean turns suddenly, flinging water from a flask at Sam. The water hisses and steams as it strikes him.

"That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!" Sam raised his head, his eyes are the solid black of a demon's. Dean flings more holy water at him. Sam growls, turns and runs, bursting through a window and fleeing. Dean takes the knife and cutes Valerie free. She pulls the gag out of her mouth as Dean runs towards the shattered window.

"He was possessed? I should have know." Dean turns and stares at her for a moment, then leaps through the window. "Dean!"

Dean and Possessed-Sam stalk each other through a dim, crowded warehouse, each with a handgun. But they never see each other directly, instead hiding stealthily behind piles and boxes and shouting at each other.

"So who are you?" Dean yelled.

"I got lots of names."

"You've been in Sam since he disappeared, haven't you?"

"You should have seen your face when you thought he murdered that guy. Pathetic."

"Why didn't you kill me? You had a dozen chances."

"No, that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? See, this was a test. Wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam. Should have known you wouldn't have the sac. Anyway. Fun's over now."

"Well, I hope you got your kicks. Because you're gonna pay hell for this, I'm gonna make sure of that."

"How? You can't hurt me. Not without hurting your little brother. See, I think you're gonna die, Dean. You and every other hunter I can find. One look as Sam's dewey, sensitive eyes? They'll let me right in their door. And as for little Valerie.. Maybe ill keep her around. She looks like fun."

"You son of a bitch!"

Possessed-Sam led Dean outside, to an open-air dock. Once he's out in the open, looking around, Sam steps out, takes aim, and shoots Dean, hitting him in the shoulder. Dean collapsed into the water with a splash. Sam stalked to the edge and peered over where Dean fell and he smiled.

Valerie walked quickly through the docks, a flashlight in one hand and her cell phone in the other; she's calling Dean, and his voicemail picks up:

"This is Dean. Leave a message."

She hung up the phone with a sigh and continued searching. Moments later she calls again, and this time hears Dean's ring tone coming from below her, by the water. She runs down to where he is lying unconscious at the bottom of a ramp. "Dean! Dean!"

He woke up with a grown. "Take it easy." He shuddered and groaned in pain. "Where's Sam?"

"I don't know, I've been looking for you. Come on, get up." She helped him stand up, and he leaned on her heavily, clutching his shoulder, as they walk back to the building.

Dean sits at a table, gripping the edge with his right hand as Valerie digs the bullet out of his left shoulder. He groaned loudly. "It's okay, Dean."

"God!"

"Almost. All right, got it. Got it." She dropped the bloodstained bullet in a glass of clear alcohol. Dean took a few healthy swigs from a bottle of whiskey.

"God, you're a butcher."

"You're welcome." she said sarcastically.

"All right, are we done?"

"Would you give me two minutes to patch you up? You can't help Sam if you're bleeding to death." She continued layering gauze and tape over the wound. "So, how did you know? That he was possessed?"

"Uh, I didn't, I just knew that it couldn't have been him."

" So do you have any idea where he's headed to next?"

"Well, so far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so . . . closest one I know lives in South Dakota."

"Okay good, I'm done. Let's go."

"Yeah. You're not coming."

"The hell I'm not. I'm a part of this. Dean."

"I can't say it more plain than this. You try to follow me and I'll tie you right back to that post and leave you here. This is my fight. I'm not getting your blood on my hands. That's just how it's gonna be. Just stay here."

"Wait." Dean turned back, and she handed him a prescription pill bottle. "Here. Take these, they'll help out with the pain."

"Thanks. I'll call you later, okay?" Dean touched her cheek softly. "I will be back." Valerie nodded her head in agreement.

It's raining as Dean drives down a dark stretch of road. He picked up his phone and dials a number on his cell. Elsewhere, a phone rings several times, until Sam cuts the phone line of the building. Dean looked at his phone and sighed. "Damnit."

Sam walks slowly up the steps to the house and knocks on the door. It's opened to reveal: Bobby grinning. "Sam!"

"Hey, Bobby."

"It's been a while." Sam grinned sheepishly. "Well, come on in." Sam entered the house sowly, glancing at the ceiling, then Bobby shut the door behind him. They walked together into Bobby's study, which was dimly lit and covered wall to wall with stacks of books and papers.

"So what brings you?"

"Working a job nearby, and thought I'd stop in and say hey."

"Well, where's Dean and Val?" Sam laughed. "Well, Deans probably holed up somewhere with a girl and a twelve pack. And Valerie is at the motel resting." Bobby goes into the back room, Sam, left alone, eyes the ceiling. Bobby returns with a beer in each hand he hands one to Sam.

"Well, it's good to see you." Bobby raised his bottle. "To John."

"To Dad." They toasted and swig the beer. Sam turns to look up at the ceiling again. As he swallows the beer he chokes suddenly, falling to his hands and knees and hiss coughing painfully. Bobby sip his beer, unconcerned.

"What'd you do?" Sam yelled.

"A little holy water in the beer. Sam never would have noticed. But then, you're not Sam are you. Don't try to con a con man." He slammed his fist into Sam's face, knocking him out.

Later, Sam-demon is tied to a chair, before a fire and under the very same protective circle used in on Meg-demon from a few weeks back. Dean smacks him in the face to wake him. "Hey."

Sam looks up, sees the painted Devil's Trap. "Dean. back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach."

"How about I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?"

"Oh, careful, now. Wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging."

"Oh don't worry, this isn't gonna hurt Sam much." Dean turned to pick up a bucket. "You, on the other hand." Dean tossed a bucketful of holy water on Sam-demon. He sizzled and screamed.

"Feel like talking now?"

"Sam's still my meat puppet. I'll make him bite off his tongue."

"No, you won't be in him long enough. Bobby." Bobby stared reading in latin. "Exorcisamus te, omnes in mundus spiritus omnes satanica potestas, omnes incursio …" Dean starts talking over Bobby. "See, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up? You're not getting Sam. Or Valerie. You understand me? Because I'm gonna kill every one of you first."

Sam-demon struggled painfully, then threw back his head and cackles. Bobby cuts off in surprise.

"You really think that's what this is about? The master plan? I don't give a rat's ass about the master plan."

Bobby continues. "Humiliares sub potente magnu dei…"

"Oops. Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks." He lowered his head and begins growling latin. "Spiritus in mundus un glorum suarum umitite palatum iram domine ... "

The fire behind him flares and the room shakes as he continues.

"This isn't going like I pictured! What's going on, Bobby?" Dean yelled. Bobby turned to see the burn mark on Sam's forearm.

"It's a binding link! It's like a lock! He's locked himself inside Sam's body!"

"What the hell do we do?"

"I don't know!" Sam threw his head back and screamed. The shaking walls and ceilings begin to crack, breaking the protective circle. Sam-demons eyes are black as he lowers his head. "There. That's better." He jerked his head left, Bobby went flying threw the air. Then he jerked his head right, Dean goes flying, landing heavily against the far wall. The holy water flask falls from Dean's hand. Sam rips free of the restraints and stalks over to Dean.

"You know when people want to describe the worse possible thing? They say it's like hell." Sam kneeled in front of Dean, fisting his left hand in Dean's shirt and clocking him hard with a right jab. Dean grabbed onto Sam's shirt with his right hand.

"You know there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um," Sam hit Dean again. "Well, it's like hell. Even for demons." He hit him again. Dean was bleeding heavily from his nose. "It's a prison, made of bone and flesh and blood and fear" Sam hit him again, then grabbed Dean's head, holding it steady. "And you sent me back there. " Dean sneered, "Meg."

"No. Not anymore. Now I'm Sam." He was hit one last time, then digs his right thumb into Dean's bullet wound. "By the way. I saw your Dad there - he says "howdy"." He dug his finger in further. Dean tried to pull Sam's hand away, groaning in pain. "All that I had to hold onto was that I would climb out one day, and that I was going to torture you, nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect." He shoved Dean's grasping hand away. "But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you'll do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your Dad, and deep down you know that you can't save your brother. And Valerie. They'd have been better off without you"

Sam reared back to hit Dean again, suddenly Valerie is there, grabbing Sam's arm. She pressed a hot poker into the mark on Sam's arm. He screamed in pain, then again as black demon smoke billows out of him and up the chimney. Sam fell back, scrabbling and looking around in confusion, then grabs his arm in sudden pain. Dean pulls himself up painfully.

"Sammy?" Dean asked.

"Did I miss anything?" Dean reared back and right hooked Sam in the cheek, the rolled his eyes and collapsed. Sam grabbed his cheek in confusion.

Sam sat behind Bobby's table with an icepack on his arm, Dean is on the other side of the table groggily holding an ice bag to his face. And Valerie is standing against the wall, watching.

"By the way, you really look like crap, Dean." Sam said.

"Yeah, right back atcha." Bobby walked in slowly, looking concerned.

"What is it, Bobby?" Valerie asked.

"You guys ever hear of a hunter named Steve Wandell?"

"Why do you ask?" Dean questioned.

"Just heard from a friend. Wandell's dead. Murdered in his own house. You wouldn't know anything about that."

"No sir, never heard of the guy." Valerie looked away.

"Dean." Sam sighed.

"Good. Keep it that way. Wandell's buddies are looking for someone or something to string up, and they're not going to slow down to listen to reason. You understand what I'm saying?"

"We'd better hit the road. If, uh, you can remember where we parked the car."

"Here. Take these." Bobby said handing the three of them a small metal charm.

"What are they?" Valerie asked.

"Charms. They'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there; this'll stop it from getting back up in one of you."

"That sounds vaguely dirty, but uh, thanks." Dean said. Valerie smiled a little, and walked up to Bobby giving him a hug. "Thanks, Bobby."

"You're welcome. You guys be careful now."

"You too." At the door, Dean tosses the ice bag to Bobby.

Dean is driving down a dark stretch of highway, Sam is frowning quietly, and Valerie is asleep in the back. Dean glances over in concern. "You okay? Sam? Is that you in there?"

"I was awake for some of it, Dean. I watched myself kill Wandell with my own two hands; I saw the light go out in his eyes."

"That must have been awful."

"That's not my point. I almost.. I almost killed Val too. But no matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot."

"It was the right move, Sam, it wasn't you."

"Yeah, this time. What about next time?"

"Sam, when Dad told me that I might have to kill you and Val, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do I'm going to save you. Both of you." After a pause Dean laughed softly.

"What?"

"Nothing."

"Dean, what?"

"Dude, you, you like, full-on had a girl inside you for like a whole week." Dean laughed. "That's pretty naughty." Sam's frown cracks, and he laughs with Dean.