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To Lose a Brother
Chapter twelve
The final day
Dean had been out drinking all night and now sat by the window in the motel room looking out into the parking lot as the sun broke through the morning fog. Sam had stayed with him most of the night but had finally gone back to the motel to try and get a little sleep.
Sam stretched as he woke up then looked over at his brother who was sitting by the window.
"Did you get any sleep?" He asked Dean, it looked like he hadn't even gone to bed.
"We got to get on the road." Dean said softly still staring out the window.
"What? Why?" Sam asked sitting up.
"We got somewhere we got to be."
"Where?" Sam climbed out of bed. "What's going on Dean? For the last week we've been sitting around this damn motel doing nothing but hitting the bars everyday and now all of a sudden we got to get back on the road? Where are we going and why?"
"There's something I got to do."
"What? Did you find another hunt?" He asked hopefully, maybe Dean was finally out of his slump.
"Yeah, something like that." Dean looked over at his brother and Sam could see the sadness in his brother's dark puffy eyes.
"Dean, when's the last time you got any sleep?"
"I'll sleep when I'm dead."
Sam shook his head in frustration, why couldn't he get any kind of answer out of him.
"Damn it Dean you look like a walking zombie who slept in his clothes for the last week, and you're beginning to smell like one too. If we're going on a hunt at least take a shower and change your clothes."
Dean got up, grabbed his bag of clothes, and walked into the bathroom. He took off his clothes and tossed them into the laundry bag then stepped into the shower. This was the day he had been dreading all week and now he just felt numb. It was like he was walking in a dream. If Bobby didn't come through, and there was no Devil's trap drawn in front of the park bench like he had instructed him, Sam was going to die, and die by his hands. He knew he had no choice, either he killed Sam or the demon would take his soul back to Hell with him, either way his brother was going to die. After his shower was over he stood looking at his face in the mirror. He hardly even recognized himself. A week's worth of whiskers covered his face and his eyes were dark and puffy. He turned away and blinked back tears as he dried off and got dress.
Sam turned to look at him as he came out of the bathroom. He sucked in a breath of air and took a step backward when he realized his brother was wearing the shirt he had on in his vision, the same shirt Dean was wearing when he shot him. Dean noticed Sam's reaction and looked at him.
"What's wrong with you?"
"Nothing…." Sam lied as his heart pounded in his chest. "I'm going to take a quick shower, why don't you take some of our stuff out to the car."
Dean picked up some of their bags and without saying a word headed outside. Sam walked over to the window and watched him, then walked over to the bed and picked up Dean's gun, a gun, which if his vision was right, would be putting a bullet in him some time soon. A cold chill shot through him as his vision played out once more before his eyes.
Outside
Dean threw the bags in the backseat then stood leaning against his car. In a few hours it would all be over with. He couldn't believe he might actually have to kill his brother today, a brother he had tried all his life to protect, a brother he loved. He would rather spend eternity in Hell then kill Sam but he knew he had no choice; he couldn't let the demon take Sam's soul back to Hell. If only he could tell Sam why he had to do it, it wouldn't make it any easier but at least Sam would know he didn't have a choice. Dean tried to think of someway to get out of his pact with the demon. Maybe he could take Sam to a chapel somewhere where the demon couldn't get to him. And maybe once the day had past the demon's demands would be void. That's what he'd do. He'd take Sam to a chapel and have him sit beneath the cross all day if he had to. There was no way the demon could get to him in a church, no way But just as the thought crossed his mind the demon's face appeared before him.
"You can't fool me Winchester, I know what you're thinking; I'm in your head. If you try to take your brother to a church I'll suck his soul out of his body before you get him to the door…. Your brother dies today." The demon then leaned in close to Dean. "And I know about your message to your friend Bobby….." The demon smiled. "He never got it. I blocked it from going through. ….. So today is the day the great Dean Winchester crumbles. I'm looking forward to watching it." The demon smiled again then slowly vanished as Dean's hope to save his brother vanished along with it.
TBC
