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Out of breath Sam jerked himself away from the table. The last images of the vision filling his mind. His head pounded as it always did during his episodes and Sam struggled to gain control and steady his breathing once more.
The image of Riley in her last moments as she breathed her last breath, helplessly laying impaled upon the iron fence. Dean's face, the sheer joy and satisfaction on it, the burning rage in his eyes, the cruelty in his voice. Dean. No, not his Dean, not his brother, not anymore.
Sam's eyes shot immediately to the bed where his older brother still lay sleeping. Dean's features still soft as he slept, so unlike the face Sam had seen in his vision. The fire within his brain finally beginning to subside. If anyone would have asked him moments before who would have said Riley was wrong, but now, given his abilities accuracy, he had to face the fact that the stranger woman was right.
Walking steadily to his jacket, Sam dug through the contents of his pockets, looking to Dean time and again for any sign of his waking the younger man continued his hunt. His fingers finally grazing that which he needed, Sam withdrew the paper and eyed it curiously. Looking to Dean, Sam cautiously made his way to the sleeping man. From all his interviews with the victims families, Sam was well aware of the violence the bride's victims were capable of in their last hours, Sam tried hard not to wake his sleeping brother. Try as he might, the vision he had moments before still hindered Sam's movements slightly.
Deans coat still lay beside him on the bed, tosses carelessly before he to fell to the comfort of the bed. Sam steadied his breathing and he leaned ever closer to his sleeping brother. Even if Dean wasn't marked by the spirit they hunted, Sam didn't want to explain to Dean as to why he was invading his space.
After several moments Sam was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief for he saw no mark signifying the demon bride's curse. Bringing his hand to his eyes the weary young man rubbed the bridge of his nose, smiling at the situation and in happiness that for once, his visions had been wrong. There was no mark, so Dean was not being controlled by the demon bride, and thus there was no chance that Riley would die in the graveyard as his vision had shown him.
Chuckling slightly to himself Sam took another look to his brother and, just as quickly as his laughter had started, it died. During his moment of distraction, Sam did not see Dean shuffle ever so slightly in the bed. Nor did he see his older brother's head turn. Moving his face closer Sam's eye grew wide, on the side of Dean's neck farthest from Sam's original line of vision, was the mark. Deep and red, the solid lines of it sending tiny tendrils of its bloody hue fading into the rest of his neck. Stumbling back Sam braced himself against the neighboring bed. His heart racing. Riley was right, Sam instinctively ran to his phone and dialed her number.
"She's got him. You were right." Sam urgently spat before the woman on the other end could say a thing. "What do you need me to do?" Sam asked as he paced the floor, his hand running through his wavy hair as uncertainty filled his mind. He remembered what the demon bride did to her victims, but he wasn't able to find the precise location of her burial sight. His voice, although urgent remained low so as not to wake Dean.
"Calm down Sam," Riley's voice came over the phone, trying herself to sound calm. "Where are you?"
"We're at the hotel." Sam said, panic gripping him. He chanced a look at his sleeping brother. "Dean's asleep."
"I was able to find the location of her bones. I need you to get to city hall as quickly as you can. I'm going to need help digging this bitch up," Riley replied, her suspicions being confirmed. The wind was heavy around her. The gates closed just minutes before. Her gear for the next phase lay cast at her feet.
"I can't. " Sam's eyes grew wide as he remembered his conversation with Dean earlier in the day, and a pain in the pit of his stomach began to emerge. His hand ringing around the back of his neck. He needed to destroy this thing before it got his brother, but he couldn't leave him alone.
"What? What is it?" Riley asked, looking behind her as a car drove by, glad that shrubbery hid her from the direct view of the street. Waiting a few seconds she continued with her trek to the sight.
"Dean," Sam replied closing his eyes momentarily, wishing silently to himself that when he opened them it would all be a dream, but in his heart Sam knew it was reality.
"Yeah . . . What about him?" Riley asked, knowing what the answer would be before Sam spoke the words.
"He's supposed to meet her tonight," Sam answered wanting to kick the dresser, but refrained from making any outburst that would raise Dean from his slumber. "He can't be left alone."
There was a brief moment of silence on the line as Riley quickly ran scenarios through her head. If Sam joined her and dug the body up, Dean would follow soon after, and right into the arms of the the woman they wish to destroy. On the same note, the sooner they kill her, the better.
"Ok Sam, listen to me . . . whatever happens you've got to keep him there," Riley replied. Glancing around, she looked to her surroundings. The sun had gone down some time before, the groundskeeper left and Riley now found herself at the foot of the unmarked grave that housed the putrid corpse.
"What am I supposed to do, tell him he can't go meet this chick cause she'll kill him?"
"If you want to die be my guest. Don't bring her up, these guys get really malicious the deeper this thing's hold is. Tie him up, knock him out . . . it's not that hard. Do whatever you have to . . . just keep him there. I'll handle things here. I'll call you when I'm done."
Slamming the phone shut Sam tried to think of what to do. How was he going to keep Dean here? Taking the impala wouldn't do much good. Dean would just hot-wire another car. 'Come on Sam.'
The blow came hard and fast and Sam's world became a blur as two strong hands drug him on the ground. The cold tile of the bathroom was all Sam felt as Dean threw a kick to his stomach sending him crashing down. The slamming of the door brought the man quickly to his feet.