A/N: First of all REALLY sorry for the delay. Wont bore you with the details. I sincerely hoped you enjoy this chapter. And as always, reviews are love

Anjel

Dean wasn't used to taking orders from anyone, especially his younger brother. Sam, wasn't used to giving out orders, he never did, as far as Dean knew. Here, Sam seemed to be in his element giving orders left and right, his voice so powerfully commanding despite his physical weakness that even Bobby followed gobsmacked.

"Alright, Dean…take my journal, and put up the sigils I have marked EXACTLY 200 metres from here. Bobby, draw a salt line big enough to hold two people and whatever you do NOT look that thing in the eye." Sam commanded, his shaking voice betraying the confidence in his words.

"What are you gonna do, Sammy?" Dean asked, already fearing the answer.

Sam turned towards him but didn't meet his eyes. "Im gonna stop that thing."

Dean swallowed, and set about drawing the sigils, trying to think of a way to stop Sam from killing the creature by himself.

After a half hour, Dean and Bobby were firmly manhandled by a weakening Sam into the salt line.

"Sam please, it took Dad, Caleb and Bobby to kill one of these. You can't do this by yourself Sam." Dean pleaded, as Sam pushed them in the circle, and waited to summon the creature to the woodlands near the river.

"Yeah well! Tough. You got one job and that's that. You ain't ready to do it; you get outta here and drive off, no looking back or you stay here and try not to get me killed. Got it?"

And with that, he shut his eyes, and sliced open his palm, to lure the creature to where he was standing. Within direct eye contact to Dean and Bobby but far enough so the creature won't be able to see them. Although the salt lines were enough protection, Sam had discreetly made Dean paint sigils outside the salt lines, which the creature would not be able to cross, or use its powers across. That way Bobby and Dean would not be affected. But that put them in the position of not being able to kill the creature as the chant would also not work across the sigils.

"Now you listen good, Dean. Whatever you do, you do NOT cross the circle until I finish the creature off. If it senses another person, it will finish me off and I hope to god you don't want that." Sam sneered, his eyes betraying the fear he felt inside bared for Dean to see.

Hurt, Dean nodded choking down the bile and the bitter words of anger that threatened to spill out and turned back to get inside the circle with Bobby, just as a growl shook the forest.

A fire crept up in Sam's eyes, like the one Dean saw many times when Sam was a kid and wanted to prove something to his teasing older brother. Sam sliced some more of his hand, letting more blood seep out onto a wooden bowl he had placed on the ground and started chanting something that Bobby was surprised to find the young boy had memorized. All three hunters caught sight of the monster stepping out of the woods. Its furry brown hair, matted with blood, its gleaming red eyes, finding Sam's hazel ones.

Sam growled at the creature as he sliced his dirty arm open for the blood to seep out and from the corner of his eye, he saw Dean moving towards him probably to clamp at the blood that was now gushing out in torrents.

"Dean, back off" Sam hissed before the visions took over.

He was back in that old apartment building in Cleveland, Ohio. Back with his dad and his brother. He watched himself tell his dad that he was leaving. He watched as the beatings began. Sharp, searing pain started on his lower back and Sam wished it would stop but he knew they would only get worse.

Angry red welts, started appearing on Sam's back, the blood seeping into his pale white shirt and Sam's eyes was back from the haze that filled them a couple seconds ago.

Sam's dirty hand went up to his face to swipe at the tears that had fallen out and the fatigue that had set in. His eyes on the bloody bowl at his feet, he murmured. "Alright, this is just the beginning. It gets uglier. If you can, just in case I do want to kill myself, don't let me. Got it?" He spared a second to glance at Dean and Bobby. Bobby, his own eyes brimming, just nodded.

Dean watched helplessly as the haze returned in Sam's eyes.

"I hate you Sam"

"…nothing but a liability…burden."

"…you'll never find happiness."

"…you killed Mom."

"..demon should have killed you instead."

The words blurred for Sam, sending one clear message to his heart…that he didn't deserve to live.

Sam quietly sobbed, and reached for the knife. Dean hesitated for a minute horrified at what Sam was going to do, but started yelling at Sam, hoping his brother would hear him.

"SAMMY! Please…drop the knife." Dean screamed, one foot of his inching close to the edge of the salt line.

That scream brought Sam back to consciousness and without sparing a glance at Dean he started the chant that would kill the creature. When he paused to let some more blood out from himself, Dean's pleading voice reached him through the pain.

Dean looked up at Sam's grimy and bloody face and with tears in his voice and eyes he pleaded at his younger brother. "Sammy please!!! Let me help. Please man. Don't do this by yourself."

"Look I said back off! Im not incapable of hunting anymore. I've done it by myself before and I can do it again. You either keep me from offing myself or you leave right now." Sam growled louder now. Dean looked at the pure authority firing from Sam's eyes and was struck by how many times his dad had cowed him with that same look. Man would dad be proud at him now! Dean thought and he could do nothing but obey.

More blood-letting and more chanting continued for about two minutes before Sam was pulled back into that nightmare.

Sam was twelve when he had the sudden urge to join a basketball team and thought, Dean could ease his dad into signing the permission form. Dean promised that he would, with a sneer and that night spoke to Dad behind closed doors. Two minutes later they came out, their eyes spitting fire.

"I can't believe you would rather waste time playing soccer while your brother and I care so much about safety." John spat, his large hands already reaching for his belt, while Dean's reached for the knife on his bed.

It was Bobby who screamed this time, because Dean's voice was caught in his throat, as he saw more welts appearing on his brother's back, drawing blood, as a large patch of red spread across his chest and stomach, as if he was shot or stabbed.

Bobby tried desperately, to get through to Sam, while Sam screamed for Dean to stop.

Snapping out of the shock, Dean broke away from Bobby's hold on his shirt and ran out to Sam, while shooting at the creature with salt. As the creature dissipated, Dean grabbed Sam just as he fell. Sam, shoved Dean aside back into the salt circle, and before Dean could blink, he called up the creature. This time he was prepared. Before the creature could send a vision at him, Sam murmured the last of the chants. The Molgor, for a second seemed to realize that its life was over; its eyes round with shock and fear, and disappeared, leaving a trail of smoke behind.

Sam slumped back on a nearby tree, one hand covering his stomach, barely stalling the blood that now flowed in rivulets.

"About time" he whispered, the pain in his chest and stomach coming back with a vengeance, nearly blinding him.

Dean once more broke away from the circle and slipped his hands around Sam, hoisting him up, as Bobby who had followed Dean out, caught Sam's other shoulder. Sagging back against the two older hunters, Sam glared at Dean.

"Damnit Dean I told you to stay away. Why the hell did you have to stick your nose in this? I almost missed it. Why couldn't you just listen to me just once?" Sam hissed.

Dean looked at Sam, not quite believing Sam's words. "Are you kidding Sam? You were screaming for me man! I couldn't just stand there let you do this by yourself. You were in pain Sammy, and you were practically screaming for me."

Sam huffed, "Yeah well I have done that tons of times in the past years since I came here. I used to wake up from nightmares screaming for my brother. I was screaming for you when I was being torn apart by a wendigo. You didn't come then. Why start now?"