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I love you all so much I decided to update. I have a new fic now as well so take a look at that if it fancies you, You're My Brother, and I'd Die for you. I love all who are reading this.

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"Dean..." Joshua held his hands up.

"What the fu-"

"Just don't talk ok? I'm sorry, I have to do this."

"Do what?" Joshua stepped forward. "Dean, give me the gun."

Dean still couldn't choose. He aimed his gun left and right. Even though he was pissed at Joshua, he wouldn't kill him. And Dean would never consider killing Ash... under normal circumstances... When was Dean's life ever normal?

"I'm sorry. I don't have a choice."

"Please, Dean. It doesn't have to be like this. We'll find a way out."

"No. They want to see a body. There is no way out."

This was obviously going to be a conversation between Joshua and Dean. Ash wasn't into negotiations at the moment.

"You can tell them I ran off again."

"And not get Sam back? Even if they did buy it, it wouldn't work Joshua."

The men stood like that in silence. Dean kept muttering apologies and excuses.

He looked at the men one more time before turning his back to them and wiping his forehead, telling himself to suck it up and this was for Sam.

"Dean, please. We'll find a way." Joshua and Dean began arguing.

"No. I'm not going to lose him again!"

"You don't have to, we're so close that–"

"I'm so close to getting Sammy back. Don't take that from me."

"I'm not Dean. We just need to cool off and think for a minute."

"You think I haven't been thinking about this? It's been on my freaking mind since they told me!"

"Well you sure thought this one through Dean!"

That every second he wasted was one more that Sam suffered. "SHUT UP JOSHUA!"

Dean finally turned around and there was a resounding shot...

Ash held his gun up in the air. "Stop it and act like men already. Jesus..." Ash looked between the two men. "Look. Dean. You can't choose, well I've decided for you." Ash raised his gun to his head.

"No. Ash." Joshua motioned for him to put the gun down.

"Don't make it be like this Ash..." Dean didn't know what else to say.

"Hell. I should've off'ed myself a long time ago. Demons are chasing me everywhere... The whole world's gone to hell..." Ash held the gun to his head ready to pull the trigger.

"Ash... Don't..."

"No. If I'm alive and with you, the demons WILL find you again. Dean needs you more than me Josh."

"...Ash..." Dean's voice cracked.

Ash locked eyes with Dean for a moment. "Dean. Roadhouse. Sean Stevens. Hail Mary. Sam." Ash was giving Dean a message in code.

Dean looked down briefly to think and as he looked up to say something... That's when he heard the shot and watched Ash fall to the ground.

Joshua and Dean couldn't move. They couldn't look away from their now dead friend. And they couldn't face each other. Dean let a tear fall from his eye before landing back on planet Winchester where there was no time to cry. Only time to save people and put your own ass on the line.

Dean approached Ash first. He was still warm and blood was leaking out of his wound as he stared off into space. Joshua still stood there shocked and Dean finally turned to face him.

Dean went to one side of the giant door while Joshua was still at the other door.

"...Help me open the door..." Dean looked at Joshua and they faced each other for the first time. Joshua didn't say a thing. He just did as Dean said. What else was there to do?

The massive doors opened and both men moved to Ash without a word spoken between them. They lifted his body carefully and brought him into the barn. His blood leaking onto both of their hands...

They waited for a moment in the center of the barn. Venerable. It felt like a year.

"You got what you want. Now come out. I know you're in here." Dean turned his head looking around. It was starting to rain and the thunder echoed in the barn.

"Well look who it is..." Mark stepped out with a smile.

Joshua and Dean only glared at him as if looks could kill.

The demon had the audacity to come forward and feel for a pulse.

"Don't touch him!" Joshua growled.

"He's dead." The demon turned around nonchalantly as if it were a normal day.

They waited for the demon to say something but he didn't. They just stood there before Dean became inpatient.

"We held up our end. Where's my brother." It wasn't a question anymore. Dean would tear the place apart if he had to.

"He's around. Follow me and I'll take you."

Joshua looked at Dean. "What about..." He was indicating the body between them.

"Take him to the car. I'll go."

Joshua stared at him and then gulped before taking on the full weight of the body and leaving.

"Let's go."

SAMMEGANDTHESHIFTER

There was an old tornado shelter. Meg was hiding outside of it near Sam. They weren't in it, just close enough not to get wet from the rain... much... The shifter kept his position in the overgrown grass. He couldn't have cared less about the rain as he fingered the syringe in his pocket.

There were two figures on the horizon and the shifter gave Meg the signal to be ready for whatever may be coming.

After a moment it was clear that it was Mark and Dean. Mark had left the vials with Meg and Sam. His part was almost over.

Once they were close enough Meg jumped out of hiding with a gun aimed at Dean.

"Stop. Don't try anything. Just follow my instructions." She addressed Dean and then looked to Mark. "Mark. Go to the car. Now!" He didn't question it and ran off in the opposite direction as Dean looked back. Somewhere he heard a car start and take off. He took a step forward.

"Don't move Dean!" Meg still had her weapon out. "Take another step and I'll shoot Sam then you and then her." Meg indicated the woman she was currently possessing.

"Ok ok. What do you want?" Dean held his hands up.

"Drop your weapons right there Dean. ALL of them."

He didn't take any chances. Dean even threw out the holy water. "Happy?"

"Ok. Walk towards me. Slowly. When you get to that rock." She looked to her right. "You'll see where Sam is."

"Tell me..." Dean finally recognized the woman. "Once I get to that rock, will you let Jenny go?"

Meg considered this for a moment. There was no harm once Dean had reached the rock. It was probably a good idea to leave.

"It's a deal Dean." Meg smiled and the words cut into Dean like a razor.

The shifter army crawled closer to Sam... He was so close now that he could almost touch Sam...

Dean walked slowly until he was close to the rock and looked at the demon. He stepped on the rock, she looked down and then black smoke erupted from her mouth.

Dean saw Jenny begin to fall and ran to catch her before she hit her head on the cement shelter. Dean set her down carefully and took her gun. Meanwhile the shifter had reached Sam and had his arm around his neck.

Dean finally turned to find Sam. He wouldn't be far from where Jenny was. He was horrified in so many ways when he saw Sam.

There he was. A mirror image of Dean–appearing to be badly beaten–with his arm wrapped around Sam and in his other hand he held a syringe and used Sam's limp form as a human shield against Dean.

"You..." Dean was at a loss of words again. How the hell did the shifter come back?

"No, You..." It grinned.

Sam was starting to stir weakly.

"Sammy... Don't you tough him you son of a bitch!"

Sam's vision was coming back. He felt his wet clothes and an arm holding him tightly. Sam looked up and saw 'Dean' and his breathing quickened. He then saw the needle and started to panic... as much as was possible.

Dean had the gun trained on the shifter. "What did you do to him?!"

"Nothing. You did it. And you're about to do something else..." It held the needle and plunged it into Sam's arm.

Sam felt the needle enter his skin. He saw 'Dean' take delight in the pain he was about to experience. But, then he saw something else as he turned his head... It was Dean again with his gun trained on him. He saw Dean run towards him. Calling his name before he felt the drug start to enter into his blood stream.

Dean looked at Sam and saw the raw pain in his eyes. Whatever drug had been injected didn't take long to take effect. Sam was soon writhing in pain and making a sick sound as he gulped for air.

"SAMMY!!!" Dean charged forward not caring about the shifter.

The shifter couldn't keep a hold of Sam and soon let go and backed up a few feet. Big mistake.

Dean watched as Sam was definitely not on the same plain as him. There was nothing he could do to ease Sam's pain. Dean looked up and saw the shifter...

The shifter took off in a sprint but Dean was a good shot. He missed the first time, but the second shot went straight through the back of its head.

Dean was surprised when it didn't get back up. He checked the bullets... silver. At least one thing went right. It was dead, but dean wanted to bring it back to kill it again and again and again for touching Sam.

Sam lay still staring up at the sky.

Dean looked at his brother. He barely recognized him beneath the blood and bruising and the amount of weight he'd lost.

"God Sam what did they do to you?" Dean whispered more to himself.

Dean tried for a few minutes to get any sort of response from Sam. When he did, it wasn't good.

Sam looked up at Dean almost about to cry. "...p-please Dea... no more, please n-no more..." Sam was now trembling from cold and fear. "...please... I'm... s-sorry Dean... don't... h-hurt me... ple-ase..." Sam's eyes were pleading. It was a sad sight.

"Sam..." What the hell happened? "Sammy... listen to me. I've got you. It's ok." Dean tried to lift Sam but he panicked and tried to get away.

"...I'm sorry D-de-an..." Sam was now close to sobbing. His voice was rough and weak as he cried out with every movement and protest.

"God...Sam..." Dean set him down back on the soft grass. Sam wasn't going anywhere even if he tried.

Dean jumped down to where Jenny was coming to. She was on the verge of panic. Dean just took her shoulders and reassured her. He could only do so much as he grabbed his phone and dialed for Bobby, Ellen, and Jo.

The phone didn't even ring.

"Dean!"

"Bobby, I've got Sam. We're at the storm shelter."

"Oh God. Good job Dean. We'll meet you at the car." Bobby was about to hang up.

"BOBBY! Wait!"

"What is it Dean?" Dean never panicked. But this was as close as he'd ever gotten.

"I have a... situation... I need help..." He looked at Jenny and Sam. "Please come Bobby."

"What happened?"

"Just please come... I need help... bring the car if you're close."

"We'll be there with the car Dean."

"Thanks Bobby..."

"No problem Dean." He had no idea.

Dean hung up the phone. Jenny was out of it again and so was Sam. Dean started to choke. He looked at his watch and timed it. He had two minutes to panic, self loath, pity himself, cry, whatever... Then he had to be a Winchester.

AN: I is evil, sorry for the delay. I know you all hate me for killing Ash, but it had to be done. At least I brought him back for a little bit. I can't promise when the next ch. will be up. Suggestions of torture are still being taken and appreciated. Tell me what you want and you could possibly see it.

IMPORTANT: I may be writing a few more chapters and going into a sequel for Sam's recovery. It's in your hands, the reviewers!

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