Chapter 26

Kat kicked and screamed when Dean carried her inside. He put her down and catched her when she tried to run out again. She only stilled after she turned around. After she saw. Blood. Flesh. People savagely murdered. She made a gagging noice and turned to Dean again.

"We were gone a couple of minutes. Minutes!" Her eyes had unshed tears in them.

"The sons of bitches work fast" Dean said as he pulled out his angel blade from beneath his jacket. "Don't look, sweetheart" he said as he pulled her to him and shielded her eyes.

They heard yelling outside. And then the wind made the windows rattle.

"Sam!" She brooke loose from Dean once again and got to the door just as the thunder boomed above. She cracked the door open and peeked out into the alley.

Dean was right behind her, defences on high, ready to fight. But none of his defences prepared him for the sight in the alley. His heart pounded and blood rushed in his ears. He was petrified. There was a thunderstorm, with Sam in the middle. His hair was wipping in the wind and he was furious. The power rolling of him was immense and Dean could've sworn that he was actually gloving.

"DIE!" Sam screamed and all the demons were history. Dean counted 23 of them, 25 with the two already on the ground.

The thunder roared and the wind picked up some more.

His little brother just stood there, breathing hard, a desperate look on his face. Then the ground trembled.

"Oh, God" Dean whispered.

Sam screamed and fell to his knees.

Before Dean had the chance to react, Kat ran towards Sam. She stopped infront of him and grabbed his face between her hands. Just as before. She stroked his hair and bent down to kiss him, not bothered with the wind. She placed her hands around his neck and sunk down to sit in his lap.

Dean saw that her mouth were moving, but couldn't make out what she said.

Sam felt her cool hands on his face, but he couldn't stop. He felt as if he was lost. He couldn't breathe. The pressure inside was taking over. He felt her wrap her arms around him and push him down to a sitting position. He felt her warmth as she sat in his lap. Her legs wrapped around him. Her voice as she wispered in his ear.

"Breathe, Sam. Just breathe" She kissed him again.

He drew a shaky breath and the trembling of the ground stopped. But the pressure inside didn't subside.

"Come back to me. Sam, I love you. You need to come back" she whispered as her tears began to fall.

He felt her tremble. Heard her cry. 'She loves me'. 'She loves me'. The power settled down within him and he placed his arms around her.

"I love you" he said into her hair.

Sam felt a hand on his arm and looked up to see Dean hunching next to them. They exchanged looks, no words were necessary. Sam saw tears matching his own in his brothers eyes.

They left the alley, leaving the dead bodies behind. The rest they all needed had to wait, they had to leave town as quick as possible. Having gathered their thing's from the motelroom, they drove off leaving the battleground in the rearview mirror. They had the radio tuned to the towns local-station and heard news about a mysterious thunderstorm and a possible earthquake. Nothing about the 25 dead bodies in the alley and the slaughtered people inside the bar.

"Why would someone clean up?" Dean thought out loud. "That can only mean that they don't want attention. Demon's always want attention!"

Sam sat with Kat in the backseat, holding on to her as if his life depended on it. Right now, maybe it actually did.

Kat was crying silent tears, forever changed by the horrible things she saw.

Dean looked at them in the mirror. He was worried. He knew they had to get in touch with Cas sooner than later, they were running out of time.

Sam was running out of time.

They drove for two hours before Dean felt as if it was safe to pull over and rest. He found a tiny road leading down to a clearing in the woods, they could park there and stay out of sight for a couple of hours.

"Are we stopping?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. We need to rest and clear our heads. I'm gonna call Cas." Dean got out and closed the door.

Sam kissed Kat's hair.

"I'm just gonna go talk with Dean. You rest" he said and got out and walked to the hood where Dean was standing.

They leaned back on the car and stood in silence. Both brothers equally exhausted.

Dean was the first to talk.

"Are you ok?"

"No. You?" Sam looked at his older brother.

"Hell no" Dean answered and looked out into the dark of night. "You killed them. With your freaking mind, Sammy. Remind you of something?" Dean's voice was an even tone, not letting any emotions show.

"Yeah."

"Was it just the demonblood, all those years ago?" Dean turned his head and looked Sam in the eyes.

"I don't know anymore."

"What do you know? You gotta tell me, Sam. I don't know how to fix this if you're holding things to yourself."

"Ever get tired of 'fixing' things?"

"Everyday. Every damn day. Just tell me."

"One of the demon's said they had permission to hunt me. That the angels wanted me dead. They threatened her." Sam's voice was low, almost a growl. "All I could think was that I wanted them all dead." He turned his head to look straight ahead. "So I killed them."

"You scared the shit out of me, Sammy."

"She brought me back from the ledge. Again."

"You love her" Dean almost whispered.

"Yeah."

And with that Sam left Dean's side and returned to Kat.

Dean pulled out his phone and dialed Cas's number.

"Hello Dean."

"Cas, please tell me you've got some answers, man."

"Everything is happening to fast. They want to rid the world of Sam to get it to slow down."

"What is happening to fast? And who are 'they'?"

"Sam wasn't supposed to grow this powerful now. They weren't prepared. So every demon in hell and almost all the angels in heaven wants him dead. Before he is powerful enough."

"For what?! Powerful enough for what, Cas?!"

"To end it, Dean."

Dean fell silent. Was this happening? Was this really happening? Again?

"Hello, Dean? Are you there?"

"End it? The world!?"

"Seal hell and bring heaven to it's knees. That's what Chuck wrote. I don't know about the world, but if he isn't careful..."

"Cas, he killed 23 demon's tonight. In one blow. The ground fuckin' trembled!"

"Dean, I think it's safest if you return to the bunker and wait for me there. Keep him from more encounters with demons."

"What will happen to him, Cas?"

"I don't know, but if he can't learn to control it..."

"Are you sayin' that I might have to...Cas, man, I...I can't...it's to much..." Dean's voice started to tremble.

"I'm on my way, Dean. Get to the bunker."

"Yeah. Ok."

They hung up and Dean sighed and wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his jacket.

They were back to where it started. Same lump in his stomach. Same ache in his heart.

He might have to kill his brother.

If it came to that, he decided right there and then: he was going with him.