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Phobia

Chapter twelve

Sam drove to the outskirts of town and waited anxiously for his brother's call hopefully telling him that he had escaped the cops and that he could now pick him up. He parked alongside a country road near a bridge then sat back and stared at his phone willing it to ring. After a few minutes he couldn't stand it any longer and got out of his car and began to pace back and forth on the empty road. It was then he noticed a group of what he thought were probably homeless people below him on the river's bank. He could see the men sitting around a campfire drinking and smoking their only care for the moment was making it through the night. He thought sadly that his brother and he were actually no better off then those men. They too were homeless but instead of sitting around a campfire like these men were doing, they spent it driving aimlessly around the countryside. He wondered sadly if he and his brother would actually ever have a real home again. He knew they had one once when his mother was alive but he was too little to remember it. He hoped Dean at least had some happy memories from that time, all he could remember was traveling from motel to motel and occasionally staying at Bobby's or some other hunter's house that his dad was friends with. He thought back to Adam….a brother they never knew they had. At least he had a happy home life until those ghouls ended it by killing him and his mother. He tried to shake the depressed feelings that were beginning to creep in on him. He didn't think the elf had anything to do with it this time, this time it was just his own memories depressing him. He thought back to all he and Dean had been through. First their mother dying, then Jess, then their dad…..He also had died and Dean had sold his soul to bring him back. Then he remembered Dean dying in his arms and the horrible, helpless feeling he had as his brother died right in front of him. He remembered how Ruby had manipulated him into drinking her blood to make him strong enough to fight Lilith and get revenge for Dean's death. He shook his head sadly. It had been one big lie and he had fallen for it and he had almost lost his brother because of it. It took a long time for him to regain Dean's trust and sometimes he wasn't even sure if his brother really did trust him again. Sometimes he wondered if the world would really be better off without him.

In Town

Dean crept down the back alleys always keeping in the shadows and diving behind large trash containers if any headlights turned his way. He wanted to phone Sam but he knew any noise could alert the police to his position. If they got him then his brother was as good as dead. He could only hope and pray that Sam was okay and that maybe he really did kill the creature with the lighter. He doubted it would be that easy but he didn't want to think of the alternative, that the elf might still be alive and just waiting for another opportunity to attack his brother, or someone else.

The bridge

Sam continued pacing back and forth in front of the bridge. Where was Dean? Why was it taking him so long to call him back? Did the cops get him? Was he hurt? Should he head back into town to look for him? A thousand questions kept running through his mind. But he knew his brother would want him to stay away until he contacted him. If he got caught driving back into town to free his brother they'd both get locked up and that wouldn't be helping anybody.

"Come on Dean…call." Sam pleaded with the silent phone.

The waiting finally got to him and he started back to the car. The cops weren't looking for him so he decided he was going to drive through town and see what was going on. Maybe Dean would see him and be able to flag him down. The waiting was driving him nuts and he knew he couldn't just sit there and do nothing. He was just about to turn the ignition key when his phone rang, he quickly picked it up.

"Dean?"

"Yeah."

"You okay?" Sam breathed a sigh of relief when he heard his brother's voice.

"Yeah…..I made it to that old mill we drove by on the way into town. Where are you?"

"At the bridge on the outskirts of town….I can pick…."

"Sam?" Dean looked down at his phone thinking he had somehow lost the signal, but he hadn't.

"I…I think…."

"Sammy what's wrong?" Dean's heart began to pound in his chest. Why wasn't his brother answering him? "Sam? Sammy what's going on?"

"They're all dead."

There was no emotion in Sam's voice and that terrified his brother.

"Who? Whose dead? Sammy! Sammy talk to me bro!"

"I'm tired….I just want it over with."

Extreme depression swept over Sam. At first he tried to fight it but it was impossible. He tried reaching for the car's lighter but stopped when his sadness became unbearable. Everything was his fault. He was the one who had unleashed Lucifer and he was the one that should pay for it. Maybe if he was dead things would be okay. He put the cell phone down on the passenger's seat and started to get out of the car.

"Sammy! Sammy pick up the phone!"

He didn't hear his brother's voice as he got out of the car and slammed the door shut, or see the shimmering outline of the elf which stood next to him. Right now all he wanted was to be gone. Guilt and depression washed over him as he climbed over the railing on the bridge and looked down at the dark water below. He didn't see the elf who stood by his side edging him on.

TBC