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CHAPTER 11 - DEVIL'S TRAP
The trip to Bobby's was long and exhausting. The ride was completely silent. Sam wanted to believe that his brother slept, but he highly doubted it. He remember how self-conscience he was when he would have nightmares. And he's not sure if Dean knows or not, but Sam did notice the change in his brother a long time ago. Going out a lot, rarely sleeping when Sam was awake. Dean probably didn't want Sam to witness him having a nightmare, ask more questions.
For Dean, the trip to Bobby's was a struggle. He was so exhausted, he really could have used the rest. And it took every strength Dean had to stay awake. He couldn't sleep because he knew he'd have nightmares. And he can barely handle the nightmares on his own, they'd always lead to alcohol or a knife. But with Sam around, those coping mechanisms were out of the questions; Sam witnessing a nightmare right now would be a very very bad thing.
Sam finally pulls up to Bobby's. It's been years since he's been here, but it's exactly how he remembers. Sam is rushed with so many memories of growing up on the road. He had good memories of Bobby, playing in his car junkyard. Hide and seek was especially fun as a child. So many places to hide, it pissed Dean off though.
Sam looks over at his brother, who is still laying on his side. Sam slowly, and gently places a hand on his brother's should.
"Dean?" Sam says softly. "We're here."
"I know." Dean replies, not moving. He feels Sam remove his hand from his shoulder, and he relaxes.
"Did you get any sleep." Sam asks.
Dean rolls onto his back and rubs his eyes. Trying to show that he slept, but not sure if his brother will buy it.
"Fell a sleep the second you started driving. Definitely needed the nap." Dean says, plastering on a smile.
"Okay, so I guess I'll pretend you're telling truth because I'm too tired to argue with you. Hope Bobby's up." Sam says as he pulls the key out of the ignition, getting ready to get out of the car.
"Bobby's just as bad as Dad. Hope he has coffee." Dean says, glad they are both too tired to care at the moment. Because he'd probably just crack and tell his brother everything at this point, he's brain feels like mush. Can't remember the last time he slept.
Dean and Sam slowly make their way to Bobby's front door. They are both exhausted, but Sam is awake enough to still be worried about his brother.
They knock on the door, and after a moment Bobby steps out of the house to look at the two boys in front of him. His expression is unreadable at first, which makes Dean a little nervous. He doesn't want Bobby to still be upset, they need his help. But quickly a smile spreads over the man's face.
"What the hell are you boys doing here?" Bobby says, opening the door, inviting them inside.
"We need you're help Bobby." Sam replies as they follow Bobby into the house.
"I've heard about some of the mess you boys have been getting yourselves into." Bobby says as they make their way into Bobby's living room. He turns to face the boys again, taking a closer look at them.
"You both look dead on your feet." Bobby says, noticing the exhausted look on both the boys.
"It's been a long couple of days Bobby." Sam says, looking over at his brother for a moment. "We could really use some coffee."
"Looks like you boys could use some sleep." Bobby replies, focusing more on Dean. He can tell something bad has happened, but doesn't let his face show any of his concern.
"No!" Dean snaps, and realizes that both Sam and Bobby are looking at him. He's feels stupid, Sure sleep would be awesome right about now. But there's no time.
"I'm sorry. There's no time Bobby. We really need your help." Dean says, quietly. He stares at the floor, ashamed of his outburst.
Sam feels more awake now, concern for his brother taking over. Maybe Dean really doesn't want to sleep, or can't. Sam is glad they are off the road and at a friends. Bobby, Caleb, and Pastor Jim were always kind to the both of them. And even though Sam knows it would be too much for Dean to confide in somebody else, he knows that it might be nice to be around Bobby for a little while. Relax.
"Sam, I have loads of books as you might recall, and I'm guessing your still the better wiz at the research. Those four years at Stanford probably didn't help in the right direction thought. So why don't you go ahead, if you know what you're looking for. Dean, why don't you come with me. I'll make you boys some coffee, and you can explain what you boys have gotten yourselves into this time." Bobby says, smile on his face.
"Sounds good Bobby." Sam says as he walks over to the piles and piles of books. He doesn't know if he'll actually be able to absorb any information until he's had some coffee, but he can at least look busy.
Bobby makes some coffee, which helps both Sam and Dean feel a little more awake and alert. Sam is now sitting at a desk, looking through a large book. Bobby is now completely caught up on the events of the last few days. Minus Dean's personal breakdowns and such. Dean can't handle someone else knowing how weak he truly is.
Dean is barely able to focus on anything. For some reason he feels uneasy around Bobby. Bobby is much like his father, but at the same time Bobby doesn't always ignore what's right in front of him. So if Dean's being too obvious, he's worried Bobby's going to start pushing. And he's too tired to push back right now.
"Here ya go." Bobby says as he passes a flask to Dean.
"What is this? Holy water?" Dean asks as he looks at the flask.
"That one is." Bobby responds, but then holds up a second flask. "This is whisky."
Dean smiles as Bobby takes a swig of the whisky. He then offers the flask to Dean. Dean doesn't even hesitate, as he takes a drink of the whisky. Sure, it's not enough to help, but it sure doesn't hurt any. He then passes the flask of whisky back to Bobby.
"Bobby, thanks. Thanks for everything. To tell you the truth, I wasn't sure if we should come." Dean says, softly.
"Nonsense. Your daddy needs helps." Bobby replies, putting the flask away.
"Yeah, but last time we saw you, you did threaten to blast him full of buckshot. You cocked the shotgun and everything." Dean says with a smile.
"Yeah, well, what can I say? John just has that effect on people." Bobby replies with a shrug.
"Yeah, I guess he does." Dean says sadly. His emotions are trying to swallow him completely, and he feels like his loosing control. Why now? He can't do this.
Bobby looks at Dean with concern, but quickly masks his face with an unreadable expression. He doesn't want to make Dean uncomfortable. He's known Dean, John, and Sam for years, and he knows how they all operate.
"None of that matters now. All that matters is that you get him back." Bobby replies.
"Bobby, this book..." Sam voice cuts through, snapping Bobby out of his thoughts and concerns over Dean. "I've never seen anything like it."
Bobby and Dean walk over to Sam to see what book he is talking about. Sam doesn't want to take his eyes off the book. Just stay focused.
"The Key of Solomon? It's the real deal, all right." Bobby replies.
"And these protective circles..." Sam continues, pointing to drawings in the book. "...they really work?"
"Hell, yeah. You get a demon in one, they're trapped...powerless. It's like a satanic roach motel." Bobby informs the brothers.
Sam laughs. It's been hours since he's slept, and they've finally caught a break. This doesn't really help find their father, but it helps in their fight.
"The man knows his stuff." Dean says with a smile. He's glad they went to Bobby's, he's the perfect person to help them in this situation.
"I'll tell you somethin' else, to...this is some serious crap you boys stepped in." Bobby says, getting serious.
"Yeah? How's that?" Sam asks.
"Normal year, I hear, say, three demonic possessions, maybe four, tops." Bobby continues.
"Yeah?" Dean asks, looking briefly over at his brother and relieved to see that Sam too seems to want to stay focused on the issue.
"This year, I've heard of twenty-seven so far. You get what I'm sayin'? More and more demons are walking among us...a lot more." Bobby concludes.
"Do you know why?" Sam asks.
"No, but I know it's somethin' big. A storm's coming. And you boys, you daddy...you are smack in the middle of it." Bobby says, concerned now for a whole other reason.
Sam finally looks up at his brother, he can tell how tired Dean is. But they exchange a look of understanding. Both knowing that they need to push everything else aside. This is huge. Their father is still missing, and ever second counts.
They are both pulls from their thoughts as they hear a dog barking. All three look towards the window.
"Rumsfeld. What is it?" Bobby says as he rushes over to the window. Rumsfeld is no longer sitting on the hood of the pickup truck outside. Bobby looks back towards Sam and Dean. "Something's wrong."
Suddenly the front door is kicked down, and Meg walks into the house. Dean quickly takes flask of the holy water from his pocket. Meg looks pissed.
"No more crap, okay?" She says.
Dean takes the cap off as he begins to walk towards Meg. Before he can do anything, Meg hits him and he flies into the nearby wall. He collapses onto the ground. Sam gets up off his chair, wanting to run to his brother, but Bobby stands in front of him. Meg starts walking towards Sam and Bobby, and they start backing up. Bobby keeps Sam behind him.
"I want the Colt, Sam...the real Colt. Right now." Meg demands.
"We don't have it on us. We buried it." Sam replies, hoping his brother's all right. They continue into another room, and Sam looses sight of Dean.
"Didn't I say, "No more crap"? I swear, after everything I hear about you Winchesters, I've got to tell you, I'm a little underwhelmed. First, Johnny tries to pawn off a fake gun, and then he leaves the real gun with you two chuckleheads. Lackluster, men. I mean, did you really think I wouldn't find you?" Meg says, as she stops in the middle of the room.
Sam and Bobby are nearly up against the farthest wall. Dean comes up behind Meg, but Meg doesn't turn around.
"Actually, we were counting on it." Dean says.
Meg then turns to face Dean, who looks up at the ceiling. Meg looks up also to see a protective circle drawn on the ceiling. She sighs in frustration.
"Gotcha." Dean says with a smile.
Sam helps Dean get Meg into a chair and tied up. Meg gives them a bit of a fight, but surprising doesn't say much as she's being tied down. Dean feels extremely nervous being around Meg, the last time, she got under his skin and could have revealed so much if Sam wasn't able to get out of his restraints. But now, he needs to focus, focus on finding their father. And just hope that Meg doesn't say something in front of Sam, and especially Bobby. Sam already worries, but already knows so much. Bobby is completely in the dark, and Dean would like to keep it that way. So he puts his game face on, ready to get the information he needs, however he needs to get it.
Meg is now tied up and Dean paces the room. Bobby is no where in sight. Meg smiles.
"You know, if you wanted to tied me up, all you had to do was ask." Meg says, still smiling.
Sam and Dean ignore her. Bobby then enters the room and walks over to the boys.
"I salted the doors and windows. If there are any demons out there, they ain't gettin' in." Bobby informs them.
Sam and Dean nod, and Dean goes over to talk to Meg. Sam stays with Bobby, and Bobby can see the look of concern on the youngest Winchester's face. Bobby wants to believe that they are both just tired, and stressed over their father and this demon mess. But Bobby can see something else, and it makes him a little uneasy.
"Where's our father, Meg?" Dean asks as he approaches Meg. He's pissed, and definitely not in the mood for Meg.
Sam is also worried. Sure, he has a good idea that Dean will keep all his other issues in check, that is if Meg doesn't bring them up first. But at the same time, Dean is pushing himself so hard that Sam's worried he'll do something rash.
"You didn't ask very nice." Meg says cooly.
"Where's our father, bitch?" Dean replies, coldly. Not amused.
"Jeez, you kiss your mother with that mouth? Of, I forgot. You don't." Meg says, with a smile.
Dean takes a deep breath as he leans in very close, inches away from her face. Meg's smile remains in place. Dean's anger is only rising.
"Hey, you think this is a friggin' game?! Where is he?! What did you do to him?" Dean asks, trying hard not to scream.
"He died screaming. I killed him myself." She responds, giving him a wicked smile.
Dean's breathing is coming out faster, and he backhands her across the face. Sam and Bobby are shocked, they nearly jump. Sam wants to rush his brother, pull him away. Instead, he stays in place.
"That's kind of a turn on...you hitting a girl. You back in commission yet?" Meg says, her hair now a little messy from the snap. But she keep a smile on her face.
Dean falters a moment, not wanting to give Meg the satisfaction of getting under his skin. He holds onto his anger. Sam on the other hand, is freaking out. He knows how much of a lose canon his brother is right now, and he has no idea what he'd do if Meg continues to push. Bobby on the other hand, just stays quiet, observing the scene in front of him unfold.
"You're no girl." Dean says, keeping the mask in place.
"Dean." Bobby says cautiously. He can tell there is something deeper happening with Dean, other than what's happening with their father. And he can tell Sam is highly concerned.
Dean takes a deep breath and leaves Meg. He walks towards Bobby and Sam.
"You okay?" Sam asks softly. He doesn't want to push his brother now, but he needs to ask.
"She's lying, he's not dead." Dean states, his eyes wild.
Sam doesn't know what to say to that. He's not sure if Dean's anger is still pushing through, or other pain as well. He's seen so many new looks from his brother, and this is just another one to add to the list. It scares him.
"Dean, you've got to be careful with her. Don't hurt her." Bobby says, noticing the tension between the boys.
"Why?" Dean asks, confused.
"Because she really is a girl, that's why." Bobby states.
"What are you talking about?" Sam asks, his concern fading as the confusing takes over.
"She's possessed. That's a human possessed by a demon, can't you tell?" Bobby asks, surprised. He thought the boys dealt with this stuff before. But he knew John didn't really have a preference as to what kind of hunts he went after, a hunt was a hunt.
"You're tryin' to tell me there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there?" Dean asks.
Bobby nods, so Dean looks back over to Meg. Finally some good news.
"That's actually good news." Dean says as he looks back to Bobby.
Nobody knows what to say as Dean storms back into the room.
"Sam!" Dean calls out, and Sam snaps out of it. He quickly enters the room.
Bobby stays in place, not sure what to do. Dean walks over to the table where their father's journal is laying by Bobby's books. Dean picks up the book and throws it at Sam. Sam is surprised, but catches the book regardless. Dean just stares at Sam for a moment, before turning back to Meg.
"Are you gonna read me a story?" Meg asks, still smiling.
"Somethin' like that. Hit it, Sam." Dean says, as Sam turns to a latin exorcism and starts reading.
"An exorcism? Are you serious?" Meg says with a small laugh.
"Oh, we're goin' for it, baby...head-spinning, projectile vomiting, the whole nine yards." Dean replies, angrily as Sam continues to read.
Sam stops reading when he hears Meg grimaces and moan in pain. He's not sure what to do. He knows his brother is insistent on sending this demon back to hell, but what will it do to the girl? It doesn't sound very pleasant.
"I'm gonna kill you. I'm gonna rip the bones from you body. Make you scream, again and again, like the little bitch you are." Meg says with a smile, but is clearly in pain.
Dean starts to shake, and Sam isn't sure why; anger or fear. Demon's have the ability to know things you really don't want them to know. He remembers how painful it was when that demon brought up Jessica on that plane. But Dean, he has so many other things Meg can drag up and rip from Dean. Things that Sam doesn't know the details about.
"No, you're gonna burn in hell...unless you tell us where our dad is." Dean says, holding a death grip on his anger, not letting the other emotions win out. Not letting Meg get under his skin.
Sam waits, not sure if he should continue. So he lets his brother take charge of the situation. And Meg remains silent, which Sam can only imagine is ticking his brother off.
"Well, at least you'll get a nice tan." Dean says with a smirk, turning to look at his brother. He gives Sam a nod.
"Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio, et secta diabolica." Sam continues.
Meg starts to tremble and then lets out a scream. Sam is getting a little nervous, but Dean doesn't seem to change strides.
"He begged for his life with tears in his eyes. He begged to see his sons one last time. That's when I slit his throat." Meg says through clenched teeth.
Sam looks at Dean, nervously. Dean then leans in very close to Meg.
"For your safe, I hope you're lying. 'Cause if it's true, I swear to God, I will march into hell myself, and I will slaughter each and every one of you evil sons of bitches, so help me God." Dean snarls, and then backs away from her.
"Perditionis venenum propinare. Vade, satana, inventor et magister omnis fallaciae, hostis humanae salutis." Sam pauses the the pages of nearby book start to turn on their own. "Humiliare sub potenti manu dei, contremisce et effuge, invocato a nobis sancto et terribili nomine, quem inferi tremunt."
Meg continues to shake, and lets out another scream. Dean approaches her again.
"Where is he?" Dean shouts.
"You just won't take "dead" for an answer, will you?" Meg asks, still smiling despite the pain.
"Where is he?!" Dean yells, louder.
"Dead!" Meg yells.
"No, he's not! He's not dead, he can't be!" Dean shouts, emotions cracking through his barriers.
Sam stops reading to look at his brother. He can see that Dean's slipping.
"What are you lookin' at? Keep reading." Dean says without looking at his brother.
"Ab insidiis diaboli, libera nos, domine. Ut ecclesiam tuam secura tibi facias libertate servire, te rogamus, aui nos." Sam continues.
Meg suddenly screams even louder. Her chair begins to move around the room as Sam continues to read. The lights in the room start to flicker as Meg continues to scream.
"Te rogamus audi..." Sam is cut off by Meg as her chair stops.
"He will be!" Meg yells.
"Wait! What?" Dean asks, desperately.
"He's not dead. But he will be after what we do to him." Meg says through the pain, trying to remain cocky.
"How do we know you're telling the truth?" Dean asks, not wanting to get his hopes up.
"You don't." Meg replies bluntly.
"Sam!" Dean demands.
"A building! Okay? A building in Jefferson City." Meg replies desperately.
"Missouri? Where, where? An address!" Dean says, frantically. Feeling the pressure building inside, and the information finally within grasp.
"I don't know!" Meg shouts.
"And the demon, the one we're looking for, where is it?" Sam asks.
"I don't know, I swear! That's everything. That's all I know." Meg says desperately, trying to keep her skin. Tears streaking down her face from the pain, and her breathing is still coming out heavy.
"Finish it." Dean says to Sam, coldly.
"What? I told you the truth!" Meg replies, angry and scared.
"I don't care." Dean replies, keeping his back to her, turned towards Bobby.
"You son of a bitch. You promised." Meg says, pissed.
"I lied! Sam?" Dean waits, and hears nothing. "Sam!"
Dean turns over to look at his brother, who is just staring at him. He can tell that the exhaustion is now gone from his younger brother, replaced by concern. Dean feels more anger boiling in his veins. Why is it he can't catch a break? No matter what he does, people just look down on him, and are concerned. So Dean walks over to his brother.
"Read." Dean demands.
"We can still use her...find out where the demon is." Sam replies, hoping to mask his concern but he's pretty sure his brother has already seen it. He doesn't want to upset his brother anymore.
"She doesn't know." Dean says, getting now even more pissed off at his brother.
"She lied!" Sam shouts.
"Sam, there's an innocent girl trapped somewhere in there. We're got to help her." Dean replies, calming his voice but not himself. He's trying to remain calm, but he can't.
"You're gonna kill her." Bobby cuts in, approaching the brother.
"What?" Dean asks, confused.
"You said she fell from a building. That girl's body is broken. The only thing keeping her alive is that demon inside. You exorcise it, the girl is gonna die." Bobby states.
"Listen to me, both of you, we are not gonna leave her like that." Dean replies. He hates this, he hates these decisions he needs to make. He can understand where they are coming from, but no, this demon needs to be sent back.
"She is a human being." Bobby replies, getting a little more demanding like their father, but on the wrong topic. His father would be behind Dean, hence why Dean has these thoughts in the first place.
"And we're gonna put her out of her misery." Dean replies.
Bobby says nothing, knowing there's not way he can win this. Dean's as stubborn as his father. Dean then turns to Sam.
"Sam, finish it." Dean says as he walks back into the room, away from Bobby.
Sam looks over a Bobby, looking for more answers. He doesn't want to do this, but he doesn't want to deny his brother. Not now.
"Dominicos sanctae ecclesiae. Terogamus audi nos." Sam starts.
Meg's body begins to twitch as Sam continues to read the exorcism. Her eyes turn black as her head tilts up and she lets out a long, loud scream towards the ceiling. An enormous cloud of black smoke erupts from her mouth. The three men watch in awe and confusion. When the demon has left her body, Meg's head falls forward. She is motionless and appears to be dead. But then a string of blood drips from her mouth. She slowly begins to lift up her head, blood running down her nose and mouth.
"She's still alive." Dean states, shocked. He turns to Bobby. "Call 911. Get some water and blankets."
Bobby leaves the room. Sam and Dean go over to Meg's chair and begin to untie the ropes around her wrists. Dean feels an unbearable amount of guilt on his chest. He knows it was the right thing to do, but he still can't help but feel like shit.
"Thank you." Meg says weakly.
"Shh, shh...just take is easy, alright? Shh." Sam says softly, concerned for both the girl in front of him, and his brother.
"Come on. Let's get her down." Dean says as they slowly and care pick her up off the chair.
Meg groans in pain as they set her down on the ground. Neither brother wants to risk a glance at the other, both fearing something in the other's look. So they both focus on the girl in front of them.
"Sorry, sorry. I've got you. I've got you. It's okay. It's okay." Sam says, worried.
"A year." Meg says quietly.
"What?" Sam asks.
"It's been a year." Meg replies, clearly in unbearable pain, even to speak.
"Shh, shh, just take it easy." Sam soothes, knowing it's a lost cause. He knows that help won't arrive on time, and he can only imagine how much grief his brother is putting on himself because of this.
"I've been awake...for some of it. I couldn't move my own body. The things I did...it's a nightmare." Meg replies softly, tears building in her eyes.
"Was it telling us the truth about our dad?" Dean says, finally finding his voice.
Sam looks up at his brother; this isn't the time. They shouldn't be bothering this poor girl with all this.
"Dean." Sam warns softly.
Dean finally looks up at his brother, even though he doesn't want to see the look of disappointment on his face. He's surprised when he doesn't see it. Sam's face is full of exhaustion, sadness, and of course concern. But no disappointment. Odd.
"We need to know." Dean replies, quickly recovering from his confusion.
Sam is surprised by the falter, but also surprised by the look on his brother's face. He's getting more and more desperate. They both are, they both want their father back, alive. They both want this to be over, this 20 plus year nightmare.
"Yes. But it wants you to know...that they want you to come for him." Meg replies weakly, her voice breaking Sam out of his thoughts.
"If Dad's still alive, none of that matters." Dean says softly, tears stinging his eyes but he refuses to let them fall. Why now?
Bobby enters the room with blankets and a glass of water. Dean mentally thanks Bobby for the distraction. He takes the water from Bobby and brings it to Meg's mouth. She tries to drink but spits most of it out, clearly in a lot of pain. Dean feels like shit, but he can't think about it right now.
"Where's the demon we're looking for?" Sam asks, seeing the pain on his brother's face. Noticing the tears trying to escape. He knows his brother is running on empty, and he needs everything to stay focused. So he does what his brother would want.
"Not there...other ones...awful ones." Meg replies, speech getting softer by the second.
"Where are they keeping out dad?" Dean asks, trying not to overly push.
"By the r-river...Sunrise." Meg struggles.
"Sunrise? What does that mean?" Dean asks, a little more desperate. But Meg says nothing. "What does that mean?"
Meg lays on the ground, motionless. She's dead. Sam exchanges a sad glance to Bobby, before looking back to his brother. Dean just stares at Meg's lifeless body, his body starting to slightly shake.
"You better hurry up and beat it before the paramedics get here." Bobby voice cuts through Dean's thoughts of guilt.
"What are you gonna tell them?" Dean ask, not taking his eyes off Meg.
"You think you guys invented lying' to the cops? I'll figure somethin' out." Bobby replies, trying to get the boys to get a move on.
Luckily, the boys didn't bring much inside with them when they first got to Bobby. Dean quickly gets off the ground, and grabs their father's journal off the nearby table, where Sam earlier threw it. Sam and Bobby watch Dean with concern.
"Here. Take this. You might need it." Bobby says, taking a book of the desk and passes it to Sam.
"Thanks." Sam says, still watching his brother.
Dean, now having the journal, turns to Sam and Bobby. He just needs to get out of the house, and as soon as possible. He can handle his brother. But he can't handle someone new. Bobby doesn't need to be around him like this.
"Thanks...for everything. Be careful, all right?" Dean says, voice filled with emotions that he tries so hard to push away.
"You just go find your dad. And when you do, bring him around, would ya? I won't even try to shoot him this time." Bobby says, smiling.
Dean laughs slightly, but it doesn't last. He can't breath. He gives Bobby one last look before turning and leaving the room, leaving the house. Sam watches him, frozen.
"Take care of your brother Sam." Bobby says, his voice snapping Sam out of his thoughts.
"I will. Thanks for all this Bobby." Sam says, with a sad smile.
"You boys are welcome here anytime, okay? Be careful." Bobby says, concerned but trying not to show it.
Sam nods, and then follows his brother out of Bobby's house.
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Dean was quiet the whole way to Missouri and it actually scares Sam. They have both been up for so long, that logically they should be dead on their feet. But adrenaline is still pumping through them, keeping them awake.
When they get to Missouri Sam throws concern out the window, and focuses on what needs to be done. He knows that's what Dean would want. But he can't help but be sure, at least once, before getting into soldier mode.
"You've been quiet." Sam says as they get ready.
They have the car parked, and they are getting what they need out of the trunk. Weapons and such. Dean doesn't even know what to say. He feels like he's loosing control every minute, so if this turns out to be a false lead, Dean's screwed.
"Just getting ready." Dean replies, coldly.
"He's gonna be fine, Dean." Sam tries to comfort his brother, but knows it's pointless.
Dean doesn't reply, so Sam takes the cue. Sam looks through the book Bobby gave him and finds what he needs. He wipes away some dust on the trunk of the car and begins to draw a picture. Dean notices, and now every concern is gone and replaced by frustration. Why is his brother touching his car?
"Dude, what are you drawin' on my car?" Dean snaps.
"It's called a devil's trap. Demons can't get through it or inside it." Sam replies, as he finishes the drawing.
"So?" Dean demands.
"It basically turns the trunk into a lockbox." Sam replies as he begins to draw a second devil's trap on the other side of the trunk.
"So?" Dean asks again.
"So, we have a place to hide the Colt while we go get Dad." Sam finally answers the question.
"What are you talkin' about? We're bringing the Colt with us." Dean replies. Seriously, his brother thinks they are leaving their best weapons behind. Man, they really do need sleep.
"We can't, Dean. We've only got three bullets left. We can't just use 'em on any demon. We've got to use 'em on the demon." Sam says sharply. He hates behind cold. He hates being the soldier. How does his brother do it?
"No, we have to save Dad, Sam, okay? We're gonna need all the help we can get." Dean replies, getting frustrated. It's not like him to let his emotions get in the way. But it's their dad, it's not a regular job.
"Dean, you know how pissed Dad would be if we used all the bullets? Dean, he wouldn't want us to bring the gun." Sam keeps his cool, even though his brain and his emotions keep calling him a dick. If everything else was fine, if this was only about their father and this demon, then maybe Sam wouldn't feel so bad. But Dean's been throw hell this last year, he shouldn't act like this.
"I don't care, Sam! I don't care what Dad wants, okay? And since when do you care what Dad wants?" Dean snaps, getting more and more pissed off. Why is Sam doing this, why now?
"We want to kill this demon. You used to want that too! Hell, you're the one who came and got me at school! You're the one who dragged me back into this, Dean! I'm just tryin' to finish it!" Sam shouts. He may believe what he says, but he doesn't want it to come out this way. His brother is more important than all this.
Dean can't believe it. Growing up, Sam hating this and Dean was fine with that. Was glad that the life didn't effect his brother the way it effected him. But now....
"Well, you and Dad are a lot more alike than I thought, you know that? You both can't wait to sacrifice yourself for this thing. But you know what? I'm gonna be the one to bury you. And, I can't. Sam, I can't to that." Dean's voice cracks at the end, not wanted to get emotional, but his brother is kind of putting him in a tight spot.
Sam feels like his heart is breaking. His brother has been honest with him lately, and now Sam's being a dick.
"You're selfish, you know that? You don't care about anything but revenge." Dean says, snapping back into his anger. His brother wants to play this game. Fine!
"That's not true, Dean. I want Dad back. But they are expecting us to bring this gun. They get the gun, they will kill us all. That Colt is our only leverage, and you know it, Dean. We cannot bring that gun. We can't." Sam says, still cold even though he feels like he's ripping his heart out.
"Fine." Dean replies, giving up.
"I'm serious, Dean." Sam says sharply.
"I said "fine", Sam." Dean says as he takes the gun out of his pocket, shows it to Sam, and then places it in the trunk. Dean stays by the trunk as Sam walks around the car.
Sam walks away from his brother as a tear runs down his face, he quickly wipes it away, hoping his brother didn't see. He needs to be strong, for both of them right now.
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Sam feels like a dick, cutting off his emotions, trying to do what he thought was best for the situation. Turns out, he should always just listen to his brother. He could have died if his brother actually listened to him and left the colt in the car. But that's not important now.
They have their father back. That's what's important.
Now they find themselves in an abandoned little cabin. Their father is resting in a room. Dean can't sleep, neither can Sam. They are both wired, despite the fact that they got what they needed. They got their father back.
Sam is finishing the salt lines as Dean enters the room, sitting on a bed. They haven't talked since leaving Bobby. Both too focused on getting their father back alive.
"How is he?" Sam asks as he sets the salt down and turns to face his brother.
"He just needed a little rest, that's all. How are you?" Dean asks. Hoping that they can keep everything light. Just talk about psychical pain instead of the bigger topics, emotions stuff.
"I'll survive. Hey, you don't think we were followed here, do you?" Sam asks, trying to get his mind to work. Sleep would be so great right about now.
"I don't know. I don't think so. We couldn't have found a more out-of-the-way place to hole up." Dean says as he yawns.
"Yeah...I guess we should get some rest of something." Sam says, fighting back his own yawn.
"I know I should be tired, but I'm a little too wired. I can't sleep right now, too much going on. We'll sleep in a bit. Make sure we weren't followed. Let dad get some rest." Dean says with a small smile as he stretches out, trying to work out the kinks.
"Yeah. Hey, uh...Dean, you um...you saved my life back there." Sam says softly, feeling like an idiot.
"So, I guess you're glad I brought the gun, huh?" Dean replies with a smirk. Conversation is going pretty well so far, but it's only a matter of time.
"Man, I'm tryin' to thank you here." Sam says, awkwardly.
Dean looks up at his brother, not sure what else to say. How is it that they are both still awake. Doesn't make sense.
"You're welcome." Dean replies softly.
Sam smiles and walks to the other side of the room. He needs to keep moving or he will pass out. There are so many things running through his mind, but this really isn't the time. They need sleep. And Dean won't want to have this kind of a conversation here, not with their father so close by.
"If your tired, you should take a nap. Maybe we can take shifts or something until we know for sure we weren't followed." Dean says, snapping Sam out of his thoughts.
"Naw. we'll pull yet another all nighter together. Don't want you passing out on your shift if I leave you alone." Sam says with a smile.
Dean smiles, but drops his head. Staring at his hands. Sam stays where he is, keeping his distant. Letting his brother control the conversation.
"Couldn't sleep, don't want to sleep." Dean replies, sadly.
Sam feels tears stinging his eyes, the pain radiating from his brother is intense. Sure, they have their father back, but the war is far from over. So Sam knows that Dean still want to keep his head clear of all the other memories and emotions that are trying to drag him down. Sam just wishes he could help his brother somehow.
"He Sam?" Dean cuts through Sam's thoughts again.
"Yeah?" Sam asks.
"You know that guy I shot? There was a person in there." Dean replies. Might as well talk, if they don't he'll fall asleep. And if he falls asleep he's going to have a nightmare, he just knows it. So if he can't talk about that, might as well talk about something job related. Even if it's painful.
"You didn't have a choice, Dean." Sam feels like crying, everything that's happened, it's too much. He knows Dean must feel guilt over Meg, and now this. Not to mention everything else that's going on.
"Yeah, I know. That's not what bothers me." Dean replies, still not looking up at his brother.
"Then what does?" Sam asks.
"Killin' that guy, killin' Meg...I didn't hesitate. I didn't even flinch. For you or Dad, the things I'm willing to do or kill, it just...it scares me sometimes." Dean says softly, finally looking up at his brother. He feels his emotions starting to boil over.
Sam just looks at his brother, sadly. Before he can say anything their father enters the room.
"It shouldn't. You did good." John says.
"You're not mad?" Dean replies, happy for the change. He can put on his masks, be the soldier in front of their father. He needs to be. But with just Sam, it seems like he's been around him too long, his walls are crumbling around him in front of Sam, but Dean almost doesn't mind.
"For what?" John asks.
"Usin' a bullet." Dean replies.
"Mad? I'm proud of you. You know, Sam and I, we can get pretty obsessed. But you...you watch out for this family. You always have." John says, smiling.
"Thanks." Dean replies, slightly confused.
The lights in the room begin to flicker. A strong wind starts to blow outside. They all move to the window.
"It found us. It's here." John states.
"The demon?" Sam asks.
"Sam, lines of salt in front of every window, every door." John demands.
"Already did it." Sam replies.
"Well, check it, okay?" John snaps.
Sam nods and leaves the room. He doesn't want to leave his brother, but maybe it's nice to have a break. He can let the tears out as he's alone, checking the salt.
Back in the room, Dean and John continue to stare out the window.
"Dean, you got the gun?" John asks.
"Yeah." Dean replies, feeling uneasy.
"Give it to me." John demands, holding his hand out.
"Dad, Sam tried to shoot the demon in Salvation. It vanished." Dean replies as he gets the Colt out of his jacket.
"This is me. I won't miss. Now, the gun. Hurry." John says in a hurry and forceful.
Dean holds out the gun, but doesn't give it to his father. He can't shake this feeling he's gotten ever since he's father got up.
"Son, please." John demands.
Dean takes a few steps away from his father, this isn't right. He's father hasn't been acting right. Why hasn't he gotten pissed.
"Give me the gun. What are you doing, Dean?" John keeps his hand out, waiting.
"He'd be furious." Dean says. He can't believe this is happening, after everything. His breathing starts coming out in faster busts, but he refuses to let the tears or shakes out.
"What?" John asks.
"That I wasted a bullet. He wouldn't be proud of me. He'd tear me a new one." Dean says as he slowly raises the gun, and cocks it. "You're not my dad."
Dean feels like screaming. He can't do this. He can't pull the trigger, he can't kill his father. Why their dad? Why would they do this to them?
"Dean, it's me." John says, staying calm.
"I know my dad better than anymore. And you ain't him." Dean says, also trying to keep his calm. Feeling his emotions rising.
"What the hell has gotten into you?" John asks, starting to get angry.
"I could ask you the same thing." Dean replies.
Sam enters the room and freezes. His brother is pointing the Colt at their father. He didn't think he was gone that long. Sure, he took a moment to try and pull his emotions in, unfortunately that lead to some tears. He didn't think he'd be gone long enough for something like this to happen.
"Dean? What the hell is going on?" Sam demands, shocked.
"Your brother's lost his mind." John informs his youngest son.
"He's not Dad." Dean replies, keeping his eyes on his father.
"What?" Sam asks.
"I think he's possessed. I think he's been possessed since we rescued him." Dean replies, feeling his hand start to shake.
"Don't listen to him, Sammy. You both are exhausted. How long has it been since you both have slept?" John asks his sons.
"Dean, how do you know?" Sam asks, ignoring their father.
"He's different." Dean replies, trying to control his hand. He doesn't want his father, possessed or not, to see him shaking.
"You know, we don't have time for this. Sam, you want to kill this demon, you've got to trust me." John demands.
Sam doesn't know what to do. He looks back and forth at John and Dean. This is so messed up.
"Sam?" John asks.
"No." Sam says, shaking his head. "No."
Sam walks over to Dean, and stands next to him. He doesn't know how his brother knows, but that's not the point. He needs to stand by his brother right now. John starts to cry, which surprises both of them.
"Fine. You're both so sure? Go ahead. Kill me." John says, as he hangs his head in sadness.
Dean stares at his father. Tears start to sting his eyes, filling them up, but he refuses to let them fall. After a moment, he slowly lowers the gun.
"I thought so." John says with a smile. He raises his head, his eyes now yellow.
Suddenly, Sam and Dean are both get pinned up against the walls of the room by an invisible force. They can barely move. John then walks over to the Colt, and picks it up off the floor.
"What a pain in the ass this thing's been." John says, looking at the gun.
"It's you, isn't it? We've been lookin' for you for a long time." Sam says, pissed.
"You found me." John replies, no longer acting. Obviously not concerned.
"But the holy water...." Sam starts, trying to come up with a plan. Trying not to worry like crazy about his brother.
"You think somethin' like that works on somethin' like me?" John asks.
Sam tries to lift his head off the wall, but he can't. The demon's hold is too strong.
"I'm gonna kill you!" Sam snarls, holding onto the hate and anger. Keeping his attention on the demon possession their father. He doesn't want to see the state his brother's in, not yet.
"Oh, that'd be a neat trick. In fact, here." John replies as he sets the gun on the nearby table. "Make the gun float to ya there, psychic boy."
Sam is unable to do anything, and he's starting to freak out. He thought Meg was going to be a problem, bringing up things for Dean that would be too painful. But this, this is harder. Despite the fact that he has no idea how they'll get out of this alive. If this demon says something to Dean, looking like that, Sam doesn't know if he'll be able to get him back.
"Well, this is fun. I could've have killed you a hundred time today, but this...this is worth the wait. We're going to have some fun." John smiles as he turns to face Dean. "Your dad? he's in here with me...trapped inside his own meat suit. He says "hi", by the way. He's gonna tear you apart. He's gonna taste the iron in your blood."
Sam starts to panic, and he wonders if this is the feeling Dean deals with on a daily basis. If so, man, that must suck. But he tries to remain calm, stay focused for his brother. Be aware of what's going on incase he needs to talk his brother out of a panic attack. Which won't be easy from where he is.
"Let him go. Or I swear to God..." Dean says coldly, latching onto his anger.
"What? What are you and God gonna do? You see, as far as I'm concerned, this is justice." John continues as he moves closer to Dean. "You know that little exorcism of yours? That was my daughter."
"Who, Meg?" Dean asks, confused.
"The one in the alley? That was my boy. You understand?" John finishes, inches away from Dean.
"You've got to be kiddin' me." Dean says, trying to avoid the stares of his father's eyes. He knows it's not him, not now...but he still doesn't know if he can take much more of this.
"What? You're the only one who can have a family? You destroyed my children. How would you feel if I killed your family?" John asks.
Dean says nothing, feeling the pain becoming overwhelming. John only smiles, the demon being able to read Dean's emotions like a book.
"Oh, that's right. I forgot. I did. Still, two wrongs don't make a right." John says, still smiling.
Sam sees the pain on his brother's face, tears welling up in his own eyes. So he knows he needs to say something, soon. Distract the demon from his brother.
"You son of a bitch." Dean says, fighting everything he has to keep his tears away and his breathing normal.
"I wanna know why. Why'd you do it?" Sam asks, hoping to get the demon's attention.
"You mean, why'd I kill Mommy and pretty little Jess?" John asks, knowing what Sam is trying to do.
"Yeah." Sam feels his own pain rising to the surface. He knows the demon's trying to push at his buttons, at both of theirs. But he feels he can handle it more than his brother right now.
"You know, I never told you this, but Sam was gonna ask her to marry him. Been shoppin' for rings and everything." John tells his oldest son.
Sam feels the memories of Jessica trying to cut off his air, but he pushes through it. He hopes Dean doesn't hate Sam for keeping something from him. He never thought it was important, it just hurt talking about her. John then turns and walks over to Sam. Sam's not sure if he thinks this is a good thing, but they're kind of screwed at the moment. So he'll give his brother a bit of a break.
"You wanna know why? Because they got in the way." John tells Sam.
"In the way of what?" Sam keeps his eyes of the demon, even though he wants to make sure Dean's holding up.
"My plans for you, Sammy...you, and all the children like you." John replies with a smile.
Dean hates this. Hates what the demon is doing. Whether or not he's telling the truth, he doesn't care. So he does the one thing he knows how to do best, even if he's almost certain it's going to end badly for him.
"Listen...you mind just gettin' this over with, huh? 'Cause I really can't stand the monologuing." Dean says with a smile.
No, no, no. Damn it. Sam knows this is what Dean does, but he thought Dean would be smart enough not to. But he can only assume that Dean thinks he's doing what's best for Sam, and that kind of bugs him.
John turns to Dean, and smiles. The demon is going to have fun with Dean before ripping him apart. Their father awake, and aware of what's going on and what's being said. So the Demon walks John over to his oldest son.
"Funny. But that's all part of your M.O., isn't it? Mask all that nasty pain. Mask the truth." John taunts.
"Oh, yeah? What's that?" Dean asks, keeping his cocky grin in place.
"You know, you fight and you fight for this family, but the truth is...they don't need you. Not like you need them. Right?" John says with a smile.
Sam looks over at his brother, and sees the pain. His brother is fighting so hard, and he feels like there's nothing he can do. Maybe his brother's mentality is right, the demon should just kill them. But Sam has a bad feeling the demon wants to tear them a part emotionally before he literally tears them apart.
"Does Sammy know how weak you truly are? I bet he does. Bet you've cried on his shoulder every night, at least you've wanted to? Haven't you? Just like you ran into your daddy arms. Cried like a little baby after the bad man touched you." John continues, still smiling.
"Shut up." Dean snarls, feeling himself start to shake.
"What? No witty little comeback? Am I hitting a nerve?" John asks.
Dean just shakes his eyes, tears welling up in his eyes. He can't hear this, not from his father. Anybody else, but not him. Not now.
"And here comes the waterworks. God, your such a disappointment." John concludes, loving the pain Dean is trying to suppress.
"Dean! Don't listen to him. It's not Dad. It's not him. Dad isn't disappointed in you. Please, Dean!" Sam shouts, trying to get through to his brother.
"What about you kids? huh? Were they a disappointment?" Dean says with a smirk. It's getting harder to breath, but he's trying so hard to be strong.
Sam bangs his head against the wall behind him, he can't believes his brother just said that. Does he really want to die?
The demon stares at Dean for a moment, before backhanding him hard across the face. Sam cringes as Dean's head snaps to the side due to the force.
Tears run down Dean's face, unable to hold them back any longer. He just wants to disappear into the wall behind him. He wants to avoid the stares, so he keeps his head to the side. But the demon, in their father's skin, grips Dean's chin and forcefully pulls Dean's head straight.
"See Sammy, this is what your brother is. Always has been. Those walls aren't as strong as you think, are they Dean?" John asks.
"Leave him alone, please." Sam pleads as he sees the tears running down his brother's face. He knows it's pointless to ask the demon anything, but he wants his brother to hear his voice.
"Does the cheek hurt boy? Bet you miss that feeling, huh?" John asks he touches his son's cheek.
Dean just shakes his head as more tears make their way down his face. This is the one thing he doesn't want this demon to reveal. His brother knows about the foster care day, and the rape. But not this, not the cutting. That's the one thing Dean's sure will be the final straw, that one thing to finally make his brother leave him. That is if they don't die right here.
The demon knows everything about this family, and he's almost embarrassed at how easy it is to break the families "perfect soldier". He know how much pain it would cause if he informed Sam of the one secret Dean is holding tight. But instead, he feels this will be much more destructive. He almost doesn't want to kill them now. It would be fun to watch the family try and put Dean back together.
"But I'll save that for another time, or let you take that secret to your grave." John informs his shaking son.
Sam looks over at his brother, what else is he keeping from him? Sure, demon's lie all the time, but he doubts he is right now. Why would he? Dean as so much going on.
"Then do it already, seriously. Just do it, kill me. Get it over with." Dean says, tears still streaming down his face. He's trying hard not to breakdown.
Sam feels tears falling down his own face. He wishes he could get to that gun, it's just sitting on the table, mocking him. He bangs his head on the wall behind him again, hating this feeling.
"You want to know why your father really left you behind? Why he didn't meet up with you after your New Orleans job? Come on, tell us what you really think? You don't really believe your father's lame excuses. He was lying right to your face." John says with a snarl.
Dean just shakes his head. It's not true. It can't be true.
"Dean! It's not true. You know he's just lying! Please, Dean, don't listen to him." Sam shouts.
Dean looks over to Sam, tears running down both of their faces. I'm sorry. I'm so sorry.
"He's been following you this whole time. You really think he doesn't know what happened to you? You were hospitalized over night, you needed stitches, you needed to use one of those nice little fake insurance cards. You don't think you're father missed that? He knew when you got into the heap of a mess in St. Louis, he knew when you boys were in Lawrence, and he knew when you were hospitalized after your heart attack. Are really so stupid that you don't think he doesn't know about this?" John asks, smiling as more tears run down Dean's face, faster.
"No, it's not true. It can't be true." Dean says softly, wishing he could wipe the tears from his face. He feels like a waste of space, embarrassed by the emotion showing because of a demon. He should be better than this.
"You got tested, twice, you don't think your father knew about that? So pathetic. All those years of training, and nothing. You just gave up. It was only three men Dean, how could they have possibly got the jump on you? In your own motel room. You're pathetic." John sneers, loving everything minute of Dean's pain.
Three men? Sam had no idea, Dean never talked about it. He got the impression it was more than one, but three. Damn it. Sam can only imagine, the pain, fear, humiliation, and torture that his brother had to endure.
"But a couple of kicks, and you were down. Just took it. How can you even stand to call yourself a Winchester. Sam...he's clearly John's favorite. Not that there's any competition. And even when they fight. It's more concern that he's ever shown you." John spits out. Venom and hatred in his voice.
Dean takes a deep breath, the tremors still running through his body. He can't do this anymore, so he can only do one thing. Piss this guy off.
"I bet you're real proud of your kids, too, huh? Oh, wait, I forgot. I wasted 'em." He smiles weakly, trying to stop the tears, trying to be brave.
The demon says nothing, and Sam doesn't know what to think. He's freaking out, trying so hard to push against the invisible holds. But nothing happens. He's scared for his brother. The demon will only listen to so many smart-ass comments before he decides the games are no longer fun.
The demon lowers his head and takes a step back. Dean doesn't know what he just did but it can't be good. He wishes he could talk to his brother a bit, tell him how sorry he is. Tell him that he really doesn't want to die.
After a moment, both boys fearing the worst, John raises his eyes again to meet Dean. Suddenly, Dean begins to bleed heavily from the cheat, and he lets out a scream of agony. Pain ripping through his body.
"Dean! No!" Sam shouts, he continues to try and push off the wall, but nothing.
Dean continues to scream as more blood pours out of him. This isn't what he wants. The pain is unbearable. He almost can't stand it, and he prays for darkness. He doesn't want to die, he really doesn't. He just wants all the pain to stop. Why is there always so much pain?
"Dad! Dad, don't let it kill me!" Dean cries, more tears running down his face, just as fast as the blood. Dean hates to beg, but he can't help it. Blood begins to seep out of his mouth.
"Dean!" Sam shouts, not sure what else to do. He can't get to his brother. He feels completely helpless, and stupid.
"Dad, please." Dean says softly as the blood stops seeping out of his chest. Dean hangs his head, unconscious, finally welcoming the darkness.
"Dean!" Sam shouts, he can't be dead, he can't be dead.
John lowers his eyes, and a tear falls down his face. Sam doesn't know what's happening, and he hates it.
"Stop." John says tearfully. He lifts his eyes, his eyes returning to normal. "Stop it."
The force holding Sam to the wall is released, and Sam pushes himself off the wall. Sam rushes to the table, and grabs the Colt. He points it at John, who is now the demon again. The demon turns to face Sam.
"You kill me, you kill Daddy." John says with a smirk.
"I know." Sam replies, confidently. He doesn't hesitate, he shoots his father in the leg.
John walls to the ground, unconscious. Dean also collapses, and gasps in pain. Sam rushes over to his brother.
"Dean? Hey. Oh, God, you lost a lot of blood." Sam says softly, as he kneels in front of his brother.
"Where's Dad?" Dean asks, weakly. He feels numb.
"He's right here. He's right here, Dean." Sam replies, trying to sound comforting. He doesn't know what to do, they are out of cell range, and a little under thirty-minutes from a hospital.
"Go check on him." Dean demands, softly.
"Dean, I'm not leaving you. God, I'm so sorry." Sam says, as more new tears run down his face.
"Go check on him, please. We can do the chick-flick thing once you save our asses, alright?" Dean says, trying to smile but coughs in pain. Tears also running down his face.
Sam tries to smile at Dean's attempt at normalcy. He doesn't want to upset his brother, so he goes over to their father.
"Dad? Dad?" Dean asks softly, from his spot on the floor.
John suddenly wakes up, and it startles Sam. John is shaking, and Sam wants to hope for the best, but that isn't really the Winchester way.
"Sammy! It's still alive. It's inside me. I can feel it. You shoot me. You shoot me! You shoot me in the heart, son!" John shouts, clearly struggling.
Sam slowly raising the gun, more tears running down his face. He takes a deep before he cocks the gun. He can't do this, not really, it's their father. He wants the demon dead, but...no, not like this.
"Do it, now!" John demands.
"Sam, don't you do it. Don't you do it." Dean cries, tears flowing quickly down his face. He's fighting so hard to stay awake, he doesn't want this to happen. He knows his father would do anything to end this, but Sam....he hopes he's gotten through to his brother.
"You got to hurry! I can't hold on to it much longer! You shoot me, son! Shoot me!" John yells.
Sam can't concentrate. Too many people yelling at him, he doesn't know what to do. Why is this what it has to come down to. If he pulls the trigger, everything would be over. This war would be over. But he'd also lose a father, and he would definitely lose Dean. He knows Dean can't handle loosing their father, especially not at his own hands. But if he doesn't pull the trigger, they continue in this painful war. The demon still lose in the world.
"Son, I'm beggin' you! We can end this here and now! Sammy!" John shouts, losing the battle. The demon pushes his way to the surface, needing to escape.
"Sam, no." Dean says, as he continues to cry. He's not sure if they can hear him, but he needs to voice it, regardless. He feels like he can cry for days, sobs trying to rip through his chest. But he refuses to let them out, feeling he'd die from release. The cuts on his chest wanting to shed more blood.
"You do this! Sammy! Sam..." John is cut off by a scream. The demon erupts from John's mouth in a cloud of black smoke. When the demon has left his body, the smoke disappears through the floorboards of the room.
John looks at Sam sadly, and collapses against the floor. He's breathing heavily. All three are in tears. Sam looks between his father and his brother. He needs to get a move on, he needs to get his brother and father to a hospital.
"Shit." Sam curses.
"Get your brother." John says, not looking at his son.
"No, please...." Dean mumbles from the corner.
Sam looks over to his brother finally, and his tears run faster down his face. Dean has his eyes closed, pain written on his face and tears streaming quickly.
"Dad, I'm going to....shit. We got to get you two to a hospital. Can you stand?" Sam asks as he kneels down next to his father.
"Don't worry about me, get your brother. He needs a doctor." John demands, wishing Sam would just fall alive.
"So do you, and if I don't get you to the hospital too we both know the doctors won't do Dean any good. Now can you stand or not?!" Sam snaps.
John stops, surprised by Sam's tone. He looks over at Dean, who is still crying on the floor. Silent tears running down his face, and clearly in so much pain.
"Okay, okay...uh...will you be able to get your brother to the car by yourself?" John asks as he painfully sits up.
"I'll be fine. Let's get you to the car, and then I'll get Dean. Give give me a second." Sam says as he quickly gets off the ground.
John tries to sit up, despite the pain shooting through his leg. Sam rushes over to his brother and kneels down in front of him.
"Dean? Can you hear me? Dean?" Sam asks desperately as he cups his brother face in his hands, tears still streaming down his brother's face. Sam wants to start crying again.
"Sammy? Is dad okay?" Dean asks softly.
"You two are going to be the death of me...he's okay." Sam says with a soft laugh.
"What?" Dean asks, barely able to stay awake.
"He's okay. I'm going to get him to the car, okay? I'll only be a minute, will you be okay for just a minute?" Sam asks, desperately. He needs to get a move on, now.
"Okay, okay...I'll be okay." Dean says softly as Sam brushes some tears off Dean's face.
"Okay, I'll be right back and then we'll get you some help, okay?" Sam says, fighting back tears. "I'll be right back."
Sam gets up off the floor, and rushes towards his father. He brushes a tear from his face as he helps his father to his feet. John leans on Sam just a little, even though Sam knows he's in pain. It's the Winchester stubbornness.
"We'll be right back Dean." Sam says before he helps his father out of the room.
Dean tries to stop the tears but they won't stop. He feels weak, he knows he's lost way too much blood. He knows the chances of them getting to the hospital on time is slime. And he just has to accept that. Accept that he's a waste of space.
Outside Sam quickly helps his father to the car.
"You're brother's going to be alright Sam." John says as they approach the car.
"Were you awake for any of it?" Sam asks.
"It's not important." John replies, coldly.
"Was any of it true Dad?" Sam demands as they finally get to the car.
"Sam, this isn't the time." John snaps.
Sam silently helps John into the passenger seat. He kneels down in front of the car, needing to say something to his father.
"Dad, if any of what that son of a bitch said is true, I don't care how banged up you are...I will kick your ass. Do you understand. You better pray Dean gets through this. And when he does, you are going to talk to him. Stop with the military bullshit and be a goddamn father." Sam snaps. He doesn't wait for an answer, he just slams to door closed.
John leans back in his seat, feeling tears stinging his eyes again. He grips his leg, right above the bullet hole. The pain is excruciation, and John feel in this moment that maybe he deserves it.
Sam walks back into the cabin, and rushes over to his brother. Dean's eyes are barely open, but they are open.
"Dean, hey...we're going to get you out of here, alright?" Sam says as he kneels next to his brother.
"Is Dad okay?" Dean asks weakly.
"Yeah, he's okay Dean. We're going to get you both to the hospital." Sam replies as he hooks an arm under is brother. "You're going to be okay."
Sam slowly pulls Dean into a sitting position, and Dean lets out a scream.
"I'm sorry, I'm sorry. But we need to get you out of here." Sam says as he tightly grips his brother around the waist.
Dean, who seems much more awake now, nods. "Okay, okay, okay. Do it. Just fucking do it." Dean replies quickly, trying to be brave.
After a couple attempts, Dean is on his feet, leaning heavily on Sam. Dean starts to shake, new tears running down his face. Dean wonders where all these tears are coming from, how can he still be crying?
"You're going to be alright, it's okay. I know it huts, but you're going to be okay." Sam repeats while he helps Dean out of the cabin.
Once they are outside, Sam needs to take a break but he keeps going. His muscles pushing so hard, that it hurts. There's only one thing to do, and that's to keep walking.
"Is he mad?" Dean asks, clearly in a lot of pain.
"What? Who?" Sam asks as they approach the car.
"Is he mad at me? Is he mad that I'm such a screw up." Dean cries as they get to the car.
Sam ignore their father's glare as he lets Dean lean against the car.
"Dean...once you're all patched up, everything is going to be so much better. Okay. I'm so sorry. It wasn't him Dean, none of it." Sam says with a smile, as he wipes some tears from his brother's face. It doesn't help thought, the tears just keep coming.
"Let's get you in the car." Sam feels his own tears rising to the surface again.
Sam gets Dean into the backseat of the car, and quickly runs around the car. Sam quickly gets into the driver's seat. He starts the car and they drive away.
They drive in silence for the first couple minutes, nobody knows what to say. John is clearly pissed, and Sam knows it. Dean is completely silent and it's really starting to scared Sam. The tears have stopped, and Sam can tell that his brother is fading.
"Just hold on, all right? Hospital's only ten minutes away." Sam says quickly, driving as fast as he can.
"I'm surprised at you, Sammy. Why didn't you kill it? I thought we saw eye to eye on this...killin' this demon comes first. Before me, before everything." John is clearly ticked off, and Sam can't really blame him. He doesn't expect his father to get this.
Sam glances at Dean in the rearview mirror. Sam can tell that Dean is barely keeping his eyes open. He needs to drive faster, as fast as he can.
"No, sir. Not before everything. Look, we still have the Colt. We still have the one bullet left. We just have to start over, all right, I mean, we already found the demon..." Sam is cut off by a crash.
A large 18-wheeler semi slams into the side of the Impala, sending it off the road.
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Sorry I didn't get it posted on tuesday like I said, but I hope you liked it, am a little nervous. Not sure if this chapter was what you all expected, but still hope you all enjoyed it. REVIEWS are highly appreciated.
Well, that's season one. Onto season two. Still a lot of angst to cover, and a lot of recovery.
Thanks.