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AHHHHH!!!! I am so sorry! I just haven't been able to get this chapter written because what I wrote originally just wasn't working. I can't even beg for your forgiveness for my late update by giving you a longer than normal chapter. But still, I hope this is tantalising and I also hope you forgive me and please – enjoy!

PS - Thansk to JayneFaire who gave me a suggested way of updating my story because for the past few days hasn't let me upload.

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25. Nex

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"So this is the knife?" Bobby asked, he studied the knife in his hands, "Kind of ornamental ain't it?"

Now that Sam got a good look at it without being afraid his brother would start questioning him, he had to agree. It was a work of art, every little detail was perfected but it was deadly too. Sam had come extremely close to finding out just how deadly it was and just how much pain it could cause and it scared him more than anything to think about that look in his brother's eyes, that bloodlust. It scared him on hunts but it scared him even more when Dean had him up against the wall, knife against his throat. "Didn't really think about it."

"We'll sort this out, Sam. Dean is strong. He'll fight this."

"And then what? There's all this evil out there and it's determined to get it's clutches on one of us. Since Dad died he's been on edge, even lately he's been dangerous but never like this." Sam sighed and looked over at the bathroom door, "I'm afraid for him. What if they've done something and it changes him? I don't want to lose my brother."

"Sam, look at me." Bobby demanded and Sam did as he was told, "We will figure this out. Dean is going to be fine. You are not going to lose him."

Sam had been about to reply but was cut off by a soft drawl that came from the now open bathroom door, "Touching."

"Dean? Was beginning to think you drowned." Bobby joked, though he didn't miss the look in Dean's eyes and after a glance to Sam he knew it wasn't a good sign.

"Playing with my toys?" Dean asked, watching Bobby put the knife down on the table, "You should probably hand it here before either of you get any ideas."

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"I'm fine." He smirked and started walking towards the table where Sam and Bobby sat.

Bobby stood up, moving into a position where Sam and the knife were blocked from view. It was something Dean himself would have done, had he not been the one acting so… strangely.

"You gotta tell me what they did to you so we can fix it." Bobby said, "We've been reading up on that doctor and he's a pretty dangerous man."

"He won't be when I'm finished with him." Dean's eyes glazed over, the thoughts of what he'd do to that pathetic little doctor running through his mind.

"Dean, please…" Sam stood up, stepping out from behind Bobby. He didn't want protecting from his own brother. If something was wrong with Dean, he'd face it head on.

"Oh shut up." Dean moaned, "What, you think putting puppy eyes and a sad voice on is gonna make me do what you want?"

"What did they do?" Bobby growled threateningly.

Dean shrugged, obviously not intimidated but still, what harm would it do to tell them? Have a little fun whilst he was at it? "Doc said he was getting rid of my emotions. The good ones anyway..." He didn't get to finish what he was saying because of the blinding flash of pain behind his eyes. He closed them tightly and his fingers gripped the bridge of his noise. He took a deep breath, trying to continue but he was struggling, couldn't keep his mind on track, "Said that… he, said… something about anger… and then…"

That was it. That was all they got because Dean stumbled backwards. Bobby reached out and barely managed to catch his arm before he fell, pulling him back up and moving him over to the bed, where he laid him down gently.

"What the hell was that?" Sam asked, tears stung his eyes.

"We will figure this out. Dean is going to be fine. You are not going to lose him." Bobby repeated.

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Ten minutes earlier

"What are you?"

"That's kind of harsh. Surely a more polite question would be who instead of what? I should be offended."

Dean's eyes searched the room from top to bottom, left to right but he could see nothing and the burning pain inside his chest didn't exactly help things, "You can be offended all you want, I don't give a damn. Just leave me alone."

"Can't do that. Not really. We're going to become extremely well acquainted. So please allow me to introduce myself." The pain tightened again in Dean's chest, "I am Nex. I am Lord of Death and I am part of you. Always have been and always will be."

Dean couldn't breath, his vision was swimming and he could barely register the words that were being spoken to him.

The next thing he knew, he was lying on his bed in the motel, his right hand handcuffed to the railing above his head and Sam and Bobby were sitting at the table.

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