"Sorry, Sammy," his brother shouted through the door. Placing his jacket on, Dean grabbed the keys. The room silent except the desperate pleas of his younger brother. His cries fell on deaf ears.
"Dean! Let me out. DEAN!" Sam yelled back hoping that his words would strike a cord and bring his brother back. The door remained locked. "She's going to kill you Dean!" Sam struck the door hard, the pain in his hand did little to dull his attempts.
Ignoring the calls of his younger brother, Dean grabbed the remainder of their money on the table and shoved the mass of bills in his pocket.
"She doesn't love you Dean! Whatever you're feeling for her…it's not real. You have to trust me!" Sam ranted on still hearing his brother outside. Banging at the door with his fists, Sam tried to escape but to no avail. Striking hard Sam heard the door start to give way and a new surge of hope emerged then faded. He had heard his brother prop the barricade outside the door and try as he might Sam couldn't get the damned thing to budge.
"Don't you ever….ever say that again," Dean threatened rushing to the door, he beat his fist hard against it solid oak surface. The shutter making its way through to Sam on the other side. He didnt even flinch at the fire that rage down his arm. "Or so help me god…" Dean choked the last words, preventing them from leaving his lips. The words were there, the threat inches from escaping his lips, but the elder hunter but his tongue. Lowering his head momentarily Dean sighed, his blood fueled with the anger from Sam's words. Pushing himself away from the bathroom door, Dean turned to leave.
"Don't do this Dean! You have to believe me!" Sam shouted, hearing his brother's footsteps walk away. He was grabbing for any straw he could in the hopes that the words would get Dean to stay. Deans actions just moments before was proof that he still had some hold over himself.
"Why should I Sam?" Dean growled opening the door to the hotel. Outside the wind was cold, on the breeze Dean swore he smelt Ericka, making the urge within him to see her grow even more. A shiver ran down his spine. Someone was walking over his grave, no, just the chill of the evening wind.
"Because...because you're all I've got," Sam admitted, the truth poured from his lips without hesitation, the words filled with sadness as he pictured his brother about to leave. If Dean died, Sam would have no one. Jessica was gone, his mom, even his dad. Dean was all he had and as Sam leaned against the pale bathroom door he hoped that just once, just once in this hell of a life that he lived, Sam hoped, prayed that he could do something to stop the death of those he cared for.
Dean's eyes flashed to the door. The deep green which moments before held anger and frustration toward his younger brother slightly softened, as though Dean was able to see what he was doing and knew that it wasn't him. That something was wrong. Visions of his childhood with Sam flashed in front of him, that was his younger brother, his family. Dean had been about to go back and remove the lounge chair he had used to barricade his brother, when another gust of air drifted in and filled his lungs. Ericka's scent raced though his body. The memories of Sam faded, Ericka took their place.
"You're jealous," Dean stated, his words laced with his newly fed anger. Deans head collapsing on the cooling oak of the bathroom door. "That's all this has ever been about Sam. You're jealous." His eyes menacingly looked to the door and the man who lay hidden behind it.
"What? Why would I be jealous?" Sam asked, glancing to his watch, 9:45. There was no way he could keep Dean at the hotel for another fifteen minutes with meager talking. And seeing has he was trapped, he couldnt physically stop him.
"You're just jealous because my girl's alive," Dean's bitter words sliced the air, followed by a deadening silence. No guilt hung in his mind, only his longing for Ericka. "and your isn't"
Shocked by his brother's accusation, Sam hung his head as Jessica's burning body entered his mind. How he wished, he could have saved her. Sam had wanted to beat down the door and lash out at Dean, to hurt Dean as his brother's words had hurt him but Sam held his tongue. He had no comeback for his older brother, no witty remark, no threats to dull the pain. But he knew that it was Ericka's hold on him that made Dean talk so and not the older brother he come so close to over the last year.
Without another word Dean left slamming the door behind him.
Hearing the sound of Dean leave Sam panicked, not for himself, but for the vision he had seen before. For Riley's death, for the demon bride's desire to prey upon Dean's soul. Two lives were about to be lost, and Sam was trapped in a bathroom, not even his phone was with him so any alert to Riley was out of the question. With all his might Sam struck the door hard, no movement. "Please..." Sam prayed his head falling to the door.