Part 4

"Sam!"

The screams rang through his ears. Pain shot through his heart and he hoped he would get to them in time before it would break. He jumped out of the car before it had time to come to a full stop. He slid on the wet grass as he turned the sharp corner with speed and kicked down the locked door.

"Daddy!"

He tore up the stairs and into the pink bedroom. He grabbed the attacking demon from behind and brought him to the floor. He then slid his blade through the demon's throat and grabbed his crying girls in both hands. He brought them downstairs and placed them into the waiting arms of his brother.

"Sam!"

He rang back up the stairs to save his wife. He ran into his empty bedroom. He opened the wardrobe, upturned the bed and tore down the curtains looking for her.

"Sam!"

His eyes flickered open and he groaned awake as he rolled over in his bed. He wiped the large beads of sweat that covered his face and tried to calm his heart rate down by sighing heavily. He tried closing his eyes again but every blink led him back to that night. The memories seemed so real. He threw his arm out to touch Stacy. Last night, he was also plagued by the same nightmares but holding her close to his body somehow made everything better. But on this night, all he felt was an empty pillow. A light flickered under the bathroom door and a shadow passed by.

"Sam!"

This time the scream was real. He quickly jumped over the bed to the bathroom. Stacy stood with her hands hanging over the sink. His jaw dropped and his eyes widened when he saw the amount of blood on them. It was everywhere. There was blood on her hands, arms, her chest and legs. Blood was dripping to the floor and a pool was starting to form under her feet.

"I don't think it's my blood," she turned to him, her eyes raw with tears.

His training kicked in and he picked her up under the arms like she was a doll. He placed her in the shower. The water was freezing but he didn't care. He washed her down and ran his hands all over her body searching in vain for a wound that wasn't there. "It's not by blood. It's not my blood," was all he could hear her say.

Stacy sat on the bed. Her hair was towel dried and Sam had found her a dressing gown to wear. She was staring at the floor for what seemed like forever. A cockroach had fallen on its back and was struggling to get to his feet. Sam sat beside her. His arm was tightly clasped around her back. Dean was pacing the room with such fury she was expecting flames to appear at his heels. He was angry, annoyed and pissed off, mainly at himself for allowing the situation to worsen but he was directing it all towards Sam.

"How could you have been so irresponsible?" he spat.

Sam defended himself but Stacy knew it was her that was the irresponsible one. She should have pulled away from Sam when she had the chance. She should have listened to Dean from the start. He was right. It was all too simple to be over so quickly.

"You're right, Dean," she whispered in a hoarse voice. Her eyes never tore away from the cockroach. She was too afraid to look up at him. She was still lying to him about her secret nights with his younger brother.

"You're damn right I'm right," he yelled. He stopped pacing and turned to them.

"No," the younger brother shook his head in defiance.

But she turned to him and softly said his name. "I can't remember anything about what happened tonight and we just can't wait for another news bulletin to tell us what I've done. It's safer if you tie me up…"

"No," he stood up not wanting to believe what he was hearing. "I'm not going to do that. I know you didn't hurt anyone."

"No, Sam… you hope I didn't hurt anyone but there was so much blood on me, I could swim in it." She looked up at his sad eyes and could hear the word 'love' being thrown around his head. That was the last thing she needed to hear at that moment and she stood in front of him, gently touching his arm. All his thoughts suddenly stopped and his mind was quiet. "It's for the best," she sighed. "At least until we figure this thing out." She made him nod with her then she turned to Dean. "I'm going to give you a spell," she told him. "It's basically my kryptonite so don't go playing with it."

Dean wondered what she meant but nodded in agreement.

Later that night, Stacy entered the motel room, eager to tell Sam what she had just seen. She had remembered something from earlier. It was the reason for all the blood on her hands. But before she could turn on the light, she saw a dark figure sitting on the table in front of her. The edge of his face captured what little light that was in the room. "Dean?" she whispered. "Jesus, you scared the crap out of me," she paused. He was twisting something shiny in his hand. "What are you doing?"

"Thinking?" he sighed. "I'm thinking how you got out of those shackles again."

She looked to the chair they had put her in. The locks were thrown on the floor. She couldn't remember how she out of them either. She looked over to the bed. Sam was fast asleep. She wondered why he was asleep when he was supposed to be watching her.

"Cas was right about you. You're too dangerous to be around. I should have listened to my gut when all this first started happening." His voice was slow and his words were carefully thought out. "You know what has to happen now, don't you?" He stared up at her. His eyes were glistening and angry.

She swallowed hard and nodded once. He was going to kill her. "Is there nothing else I can do?" she pleaded. She could feel a lump form in her throat as she spoke. It made her voice crack.

"There is one thing," he stood up and stepped closer to her. "You can run," his voice growled so deeply she knew not to argue with him. "Just go now and don't ever look back. I can tell Sam you couldn't take it anymore. I can tell him you were scared of what you had become and you couldn't take hurting us anymore."

She reluctantly nodded. Running away was better than death and if it meant sparing Sam's feelings, she was going to take it. She moved passed him to grab her bag and jacket. She watched as he turned his back to her. "Dean?" she whispered before she left. She could feel the tears trying to escape. "I'm sorry." She didn't hang around for a response.

AN: Only one more chapter left and then the whole series is over. A little stuck on the ending, though. Don't know whether to make it happy or sad.

Ummm, what to do… what to do…