Chapter 36 - Born Under Bad Signs
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It's been about one week. One fucked up week since Sam just disappeared on us. Dean and I just woke up one morning, he wasn't there and he doesn't answer his phone, and trust me, I've tried to call him, so did Dean.
Right now, I am sitting on the hood of the Impala, Dean leaning beside me calling Ellen.
"Ellen, it's me again. Any chance you've heard from him?" Dean asked her "… I swear, it's like looking for my father all over again. I'm losing my mind here… no, Alex and I called him a thousand times, there's nothing but voicemail. I don't know where he went, or why. Sam's just gone… hang on… Sammy?"
I stand up in one jump staring at my brother in shock.
"Where the hell are you? Are you okay?... Hey, hey, hey! Calm down. Where are you?... All right, don't move, I'm on my way" he hangs up.
"Was it really Sam?" I asked scared of the answer.
"Yeah, come on".
I get in the car with Dean and we drive off. This is kind of weird, he calls after a week of us calling? He better have a good reason. Or else I'll hit him, after throwing myself in his arm, because, man, I miss my big brother so much.
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I follow Dean closely searching for room 109. This where our big brother is, and we can finally go see him. Dean said that he was panicking, he wasn't sounding good. Dean will make it better, that's for sure, whatever happened to Sam. He'll make it better, like he always do.
"Here!" I said pointing the door 109.
Dean knocks on the door "Sam, it's us. Sam!"
"Sammy?" I called out, but no answers.
Dean opens the door, surprisingly it was unlocked. We walk inside finding Sam siting on the bed looking at the ground with no expression on his face. What the hell happened?
"Sam? Hey" Dean stated going to his side.
"Hey, Dean… Alex…"
"Sammy…" I breathed out.
I thought that once we've come here, I would've jumped in my brothers arm happy to see him, but now I'm just frozen in place. What the hell happened to him? I've never seen him like this.
"Are you bleeding?" Dean asked him as he kneels in front of him.
"I tried to wash it off".
I didn't even notice the blood on his shirt to his stomach.
"Oh my god" Dean mumbled patting Sam's stomach searching for a wound.
"I don't think it's my blood" Sam said.
"Whose is it?" I asked him walking closer.
"I don't know".
"Sam, what the hell happened?" Dean asked the question.
Sam finally looks up with sad, desperate eyes "Dean. I don't remember anything".
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"You really don't remember anything?" I asked Sam as he got out of the bathroom.
"No…. I remember nothing…"
After Dean told him everything was going to be okay and that we'll figure everything out, he decided to go out and get more information. While I stay with Sam, I don't want to leave him alone.
Dean gets in the room carrying a grocery bag.
"What'd you find out?" Sam asked.
"You checked in two days ago under the name Richard Sambora. Of course, I think the scariest part about this whole thing is the fact you're a Bon Jovi fan…"
"Dean" Sam stopped him with a serious tone.
"You're rooms been quiet, nobody's noticed anything unusual".
"You mean no one saw me walking around covered in blood?"
"Yeah. That's what I mean".
"Then how the hell did I get here, Dean?" Sam asked rising his voice "what happened to me?"
"I don't know. But you're, you're okay, and that's what matters. Everything else we can deal with".
"Oh really?" Sam scoffed "cause what if I hurt someone? Or worse?"
"Sam…"
Sam cuts him off "what if this is what Dad warned you about?"
"Hey, whoa, whoa, come on man, let's not jump the gun here" Dean said "we don't know what happened. We've just got to treat this like, like any other job. What's the last thing you remember?"
Sam sighs sitting on the bed "just, me and you two, just, in the motel room in West Texas, going out to grab some burgers and…"
"West Texas?" I repeated "Sam that was like over a week ago".
What the hell? He really doesn't remember anything from a week ago?
"That's it… next thing I knew, I was sitting here. Bloody. Felt like I'd been asleep for a month"
"Okay. Retrace your steps" Dean said surprisinglycalm "the manager said you left yesterday morning and he never saw you come back, so…" Dean opens the curtains "hey…"
I get up and walk to him, seeing the bloody finger prints on the window. Guess this was his way in.
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We walk outside the motel looking around for anything suspicious Sam could've left. I can't believe we found him in this state, I mean, full of blood which isn't his? It must be the blood of a monster he haunted? A monster that can erase his memory? It's a little stupid, but I don't know what to think about this.
"Recognize anything?" Dean asked.
"Not really".
We continue walking and pass towards a parking garage, this makes Sam react.
"Wait".
"What?" Dean and I asked.
"I think I was here".
"You remember?" Dean frowned.
"Not really, it just… feels familiar, you know?"
I take the lead going to a garage but Sam points me one.
"Try that one. Yeah".
I go the second one, he has a feeling that it's the second one? That's weird. I go the garage and point the padlock sighing.
"Wait" Sam puts his hand in his pocket and takes out a key which he gives me.
I frown at him, but still use the key and the scariest part is that it worked. Dean opens the door to show a beat-up VW Beetle.
"Oh, please tell me you didn't steal this" Dean said pointing at the car.
Sam ignores him, so do I. If Sam stole this thing, he was probably on drug or something.
I go search the backseat while Sam takes the driver's seat and Dean the passenger one.
"More blood" Sam pointed out.
I keep searching and frown at this bloody knife on the floor under the seat.
"Sam, Dean" I called out pointing at my discovery.
Sam picks it up, he pulls on it harder because it's stick to the floor. Dry blood, so it's been there for a long time, but the question is how long?
"You think I used this on someone?" Sam asked staring at the weapon.
Dean only answers after a moment "I'm not thinking anything".
Before putting it back at it's place, Sam rubs the handle with his jacket. At least they aren't any body in the car, maybe it's in the trunk. Though, Sam wouldn't kill someone innocent. Something? Yes, it's our job.
"Okay now this is disturbing" Dean holds up a cigarette pack "come one, man, this couldn't have been you. Had to have someone else, somebody who, uh" he sniffs the pack, disgusting "smokes menthols".
"Here" Sam pulls up a paper "gas receipt. Few towns over".
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I get out the car in parked in front of the gas station, Dean supposedly went while he was… out of it? I guess? I don't know, I wish we could only found out or something.
"All right. Receipt's for ten gallons at pump number two. You getting any, uh, any goosebumps yet? God, this looks familiar? Déjà vu vibes?" Sam shakes his head at Dean's list "maybe someone inside'll remember you. Come on".
We get inside the store, at the sight of us, the clerk stares shocked and with anger.
"You" he points at Sam "outta here now, I'm calling the cops".
"You talking to him?" Dean asked surprised.
"Yeah, I'm talking to him" he spat "jerk comes in yesterday, stinking drunk, grabs a forty from the fridge, starts chugging".
"This guy?" Dean re-asked not believing it "you're drinking malt liquor?"
"Not after he whipped the friggin' bottle at my head".
"This guy?" I frowned surprised.
What the hell? Sam would never do this.
"What am I speaking, Urdu?"
"Look, I'm really sorry if I did anything-"Sam started to apologize, but is quickly cut off by the clerk.
"Tell your story walkin', pal. Po-po will be here in five" he warned with the phone in his hand.
"Wait, wait, put the phone down. Sam, go wait in the car" he told Sam.
"But Dean-"Sam argued.
"Go wait in the car!" Sam sighs and leaves so dean continues "okay, look, man. I just want to talk to you, that's it. Okay?"
The clerk finally hangs up and stays silent.
"Now, when he took off yesterday, which way did he go?" Dean asked him.
"Why don't you ask him?"
"Cause I'm asking you. Now, please, you'd be doing me a huge favor".
"Oh, do you a favor? Well, that is what I live for. You know, your buddy didn't pay for the booze. Okay? Or the smokes, which he also illegally lit up".
"He was smoking?" I exclaimed become more and more surprised.
"Yeah. Guy's a chimney".
Wow. Sam never even touched at this thing and I remember him schooling me to not touch at this drug.
Dean clears his throat getting out his wallet "this, uh, ought to cover it".
He puts some bills on the counter sliding it to the guy
"Hmm. It's, uh, it's coming back to me now. He took two packs".
Dean pulls out more money sliding it to him "of course he did".
"He went north. Route 71, straight out of town".
Dean nods grabbing two candy bars and we leave the store. This is becoming way too strange.
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We've been on the road for about two hours I think, well, its dark now. We didn't pass anything, and nothing looks to be coming back to Sam's memories.
"What's going on with you, Sam? Hm?" Dean gives him a quick glance "cause smoking, throwing bottles at people, I mean, that sounds more like me than you".
"Dean, wait, right here. Turn down that road".
"What?" Dean frowned.
"I don't know how I know, just do it".
Dean turns on a back road to a big house, and it looks like it's on big security.
We get out the car and walk on the porch where a light flashes us making me cover my eyes.
"Whoever lives here, I'd say they don't like surprises" Sam pointed out.
"Should we knock?" Dean asked.
"Yeah, I guess".
Dean knocks on the door while Sam walks around the house.
"Hey, Dean, Alex" Sam calls out for us.
Seeing that no one is going to answer the door, Dean and I go join Sam.
He flashes us the window with his flashlight showing it broken. That's weird, this place is anti-stranger, how can the window be broke?
"I'm surprised the cop didn't show up" I said "this place looks guard as fuck, they sure do have an alarm".
"Language" Dean schooled.
I roll my eyes sighing.
"Yeah, you would" Sam points an alarm which been disabled.
So someone attacked the people who lives here? Or lived there, depending on what we find in the house, maybe they are all gone.
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We get in the house walking in the living room carefully avoiding the pieces of broken glace and the objects on the floor. Someone wasn't happy and destroyed everything in this place, definitely someone attacked.
WE walk in a room where I spot a shadow lying on the floor. Please let it not be a body.
"Hit the lights" Dean said.
I reach the switch turning it on. Dammit. It is a body, a guy.
Dean kneels down in front the body and turns it over so we can see him. His throat has been cut and his eyes are staring lifeless and nothing. I sigh disgusted, why did Sam led us here? Is it something about his psychic stuff?
"Dean, I did this" Sam said horrified.
"We don't know that" Dean gets up turning facing us.
"What else do you need? I mean, how else do you explain the car, the knife, the blood-"
"I don't know, man, why don't you tell me!" He pauses "look, even if you did do this, I'm sure you had a reason, you know, self-defence, uh, he was, he was a bad son of a bitch, something!" He pats the guy down "he doesn't have an ID".
"Alex, I need your lock pick" Sam told me without even looking at me.
"Why do you-" I start taking my lock pick out of my jacket, but Sam cuts me off grabbing it from my hands.
He lock picks the double door closet and opens it. Oh shit, this is an arsenal. The front wall has some guns, like a lot of them and the side wall has some pictures and notes.
"Holy… either this guy's a Unabomber-"
"Or a hunter. Dean, I think I killed a hunter" Sam said looking at us with a scared expression on his face.
I didn't want to think he was a hunter, now we are in deep shit.
"Let's check it out, then" I sighed pointing the security camera to the ceiling.
Sam sits in front the computer and starts doing his super stuff to brake in the computer. And the minutes look like hours to wait to know if it's really Sam who killed that guy, I'm sure he didn't… but we are Winchester's… so, we have deep shit problems.
"Got it" Sam announced that he finally broke in all the security stuff.
Dean and I stand each side of him looking at the screen.
"Here we go" Dean said as the tape starts.
On the tape, we see Sam fighting with the dead guy, when he was alive. They fight until Sam pins the guy down and slice the throat of the guy blood pouring all over. He then gets up and looks staring into the camera. Oh shit. Sam killed this guy…
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I've been helping Dean erasing our traces and replacing everything we could've moved. This is so bad, we are so dead now. If someone learns that Sam did this, we are going to be the one hunted. Though, I still don't believe Sam did this. Sam doesn't remember anything from a week. One week. Something isn't right here.
"How do you erase this?" Dean asked pointing at the computer but Sam doesn't answer "huh? Sam, come on, I need your help".
"I killed him, Dean. I just broke in and killed him" Sam stated quietly not looking up.
"Listen to me. Whoever this guy is, he's a hunter. Which means that other hunters are going to come looking for his killer, which means we've got to cover our tracks, okay?"
"His name was Steve Wandell. This letter from his daughter" Sam said throwing the paper on the desk he is sitting at.
Fuck this shit. Sam won't come out of it and I feel like morning is almost showing up, we have to get the hell out of here.
I grab the box of the computer and smash it on the floor and give it a few kicks and step on it.
Sam flinches, but Dean only glares at me shocked, and tosses a rag to Sam.
"Wipe your prints, then we go" Dean said.
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As soon as we enter the motel room, Dean grabs his bag throwing it on the bed. This is the sign that we are leaving this place.
"All right, we get a couple hours sleep and then we put this place in our rear-view mirror" Dean planned and looks at Sam "look, I know this is bad, okay? You gotta snap out of it. Sam, say something!"
"Just get some sleep and leave in the morning?" Sam repeated clearly not liking the plan "murder, Dean. That's what I did".
"Sammy, it wasn't you" I said making him scoff "hey, it could be… I don't know! Shapeshifter!"
"Oh, come on. You know it wasn't, you saw the tape. There was no eye flare, no distortion".
"Yeah, but Alex is right" Dean said pointing at me "it wasn't you! All right? I mean, yeah, it might have been you, but it wasn't you".
"Well, I think it was" Sam sits on the bed "I think maybe more than you know".
"What the hell does that mean?"
"For the last few weeks, I've been having… I've been having these feelings".
"What kind of feelings?" I asked.
Dean sits on the opposite bed and I stay up between them.
"Rage. Hate" Sam listed "and I can't stop it. It just gets worse. Day by day, it gets worse".
"You never told me this" Dean pointed out.
"I didn't to scare you" he looks up at me "both of you".
"Well, bang-up job on that" Dean said getting up.
"Dean, the yellow-eyed demon, you know he has plans for me. And we both know what he's turned other children into killers before, too".
"No one can control you but you" Dean told him.
"It sure doesn't seem like that, Dean, it feels like no matter what I do, slowly but surely I'm, I'm just becoming…"
"What?" I encourage him to finish.
"Who I'm meant to be. I mean" he glances at Sam "you said it once yourself, Dean. I gotta face up to who I really am".
"I didn't mean this!" Dean exclaimed.
"But it's still true. You know that. Dad knew that too. That's why he told you, if it ever came to this…"
"Shut up, Sam" Dean stopped him.
"Dean, you promised him. You promised me".
No, no, no. Another reason why I hate promises.
"No" Dean shakes his head. Listen to me. We're Gonne figure this out. Okay? I mean, there's gotta be a way right?"
"Yeah there is" Sam takes a gun from the duffle on the bed and gives hands it up to Dean "I don't wanna hurt anyone else. I don't want to hurt you. And I don't want to hurt Alex".
Dean looks down on the gun Sam is handing him.
"Sam, I know you. You will fight this" I said trying to make him change his mind.
"No" Sam's eyes fill up with tears "I can't. Not forever. I'm sorry Alex" he glances at Dean "here, you gotta do it".
No one moves. Sam and Dean stares at each other and I start to feel the tears threating to fall. Sam grabs Dean's hand and shoves the gun in it. Dean doesn't react, he just stares in complete shock.
"You know" Dean finally said "I've tried too hard to keep you safe".
"I know" Sam nodded.
I want to stop them. I want to take the gun away from Dean's hand and throw it far from us, but my body is frozen in place.
Dean shakes his head "I can't. I'd rather die".
He drops the gun on the bed and glares back at Sam.
"No. You'll live" Sam's expression changed as he picks up the gun "you'll live to regret this".
He uses the handle of the gun to knock Dean out. What the-
I don't have to think. I doge Sam's attempt to hit me too and grab a gun from the bag and point it at him. This is not Sam. It's not Sam. It can't be him. He must be- wait.
"Do it" Sam told me "shoot me kiddo, please stop this. I meant it, I don't want to kill you or Dean".
I gulp still holding the gun aimed at Sam.
"Christo" I said with a monotone voice.
He instantly reacts, his eyes turns black.
"What an intelligent girl" the demon said "I wondered if you and Dean you'd notice".
What the hell should I do now! I don't know the exorcism by heart!
"Sam, fight it" I said.
"Sam is not here for now".
The gun suddenly flies out of my hands and I feel an invisible force throwing me backward on the wall. I groan trying to up, but the demon grabs me in his arms. I try to fight, but with Sam's giant and strong body, I can't.
I elbow him in the stomach and manage my way out of its grip and run in the bathroom. I close the door, but Sam. No, the demon, grabs the door and enters. Now, I'm dead. I am so dead.
"Sam!" I yelled "fight it. Please! Sammy! Can you hear me!?"
The demon laughs and grabs me by my hair smashing my head against the sink. Everything turns black.
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"Alex! Alex!"
I crack my eyes open. Oh God. My head hurts so, so bad. Oh, yeah… Sam…
Oh shit! Sam! I have to tell Dean!
"Alex, come on, open your eyes".
I look up at him my vision still blurry and my head hurts like a bitch.
"De…" I croaked out.
"Shh" Dean hushed me.
I blink a few times, my vision finally normal. Dean grabs me gently by the chin examining my head wound.
"It's not too, bad" Dean said "it's just going to be a bad bruise. You think you have a concussion? How many fingers am I holding up?"
Dean holds his fingers up.
"Three Dean. My name is Alexandria Winchester. I'm born September first 1991 and I don't have a concussion. Just a freakin' big headache".
"Good… what happened?"
"Sam's possessed" I told him sitting up "it's not him…"
"He's possessed?" Dean repeated "it explains lots of things. Come on, we have to get out. We've been out for a couple hours and Sam left with the Impala".
Dean helps me up and to get steady on my feet's.
"How are we going to find him now?" I asked "he could be anywhere".
"Well, that's why I had to pay more cash to the manager".
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What Dean meant by that, is to use his computer to track Sam's cell. I can't believe people are asking money for that, it's crazy. I stand beside Dean eying every movement he does. I don't understand how we didn't saw it earlier. Sam wasn't acting himself.
"Hi, uh, so sorry to bother you" Dean says on the phone "but, uh, my son snuck out of the house last night and, uh, went to a Justin Timberlake concert… what? Yeah. No, Justin is quite the triple threat. Uh, anyway, he's not back yet, and, and I'm just starting to worry… right. Yeah, boys will be boys. But see, Sammy is uh, uh, uh, a diabetic, and uh, if he doesn't get his insulin, I just, I have to find him. Please, I'm begging you… yeah, no, no, no I'm on the website right now, I just need to activate the GDS in his cell phone" he types something on the computer "yeah, right there. Duluth, Minnesota… yeah, that is a long way to go for a concert. I appreciate your help".
Dean hangs up and pushes me outside the motel and we get in the car.
"Let's go get Sam".
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I searched up the place where Sam is, and it's a bar. I don't know why he would go there? Maybe just too bad things, that's what demons do.
"Are we there?" I asked.
"Almost, but you are waiting in the car" Dean said.
"What?" I exclaimed "I have to come in with you Dean".
He can't make me stay out of it, Sam is my big brother and I care, a lot. Way too much to stay there my arms crossed.
"Alex, the demon could hurt you".
"As long as am with you he won't" I said confident.
Dean gives me a quick glance sighing. He nods, finally giving in.
As soon as we arrive, Dean and I burst in the bar with our guns.
"Sam!" Dean yelled.
I freeze at the scene, Jo is there, tied up at a pillar and a knife right beside her face stuck in the wood. Sam takes the knife and brings it to Jo's throat. That was unexpected.
"I begged you to stop me, Dean!" Sam yelled.
I swear, if I wouldn't know that Sam is possessed, I would've thought it's really him.
"Put the knife down, dammit" Dean ordered.
"I told you I can't fight it! My head feels like it's on fire, all right?! Dean. Kill me, or I'm going to kill her! Please. You'd be doing me a favor! Shoot me! Alex! Come on shoot me!"
We both stay in our possession, guns up. This is bad.
"No, Sammy, come on" Dean pleaded.
Dean puts his gun down, so I do the same.
"What the hell I is wrong with you two? Are you that scared of being alone that you'd rather let Jo die?" Sam spat angrily.
Dean suddenly gets out his flask and splash holly water on Sam making him scream in pain. The water makes a steam around him.
"That's holy water, you demonic son of a bitch!" Dean yelled.
Sam looks up at us abruptly, his eyes black. Dean sends more water on him. Sam growls like an animal and runs through a window. Dean gives me a quick glance and I instantly understand the plan. I run towards Jo quickly untying her while Dean jumps out the window after Sam.
"He was possessed?!" Jo exclaimed confused.
I take out the window hearing Jo yell my name, but I just keep running towards a warehouse.
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I reach the warehouse, my gun tight in my hand. I know it won't do anything good, but I feel safer with hit. I hide behind some boxes and random objects around until I feel a hand covering my mouth. I jump, hitting the arm away and point my gun at… Dean. I sigh in relieve as he signs me to shut up and mouths: stay close. I nod and follow him.
"So, who are you?" Dean asked out loud.
"I got a lots of names" Sam's voice shout back.
"You've been in Sam since he disappeared, haven't you?"
Oh my God. If Sam has been possessed for two weeks… I don't know. It's horrible and this demon is going to be sent back to hell. He's messing with the wrong family here.
"You shouldda seen your faces when you thought he murdered that guy. Pathetic" the demon said.
"Why didn't you kill me?" Dean asked "you had a dozen chances".
"Nah that would have been too easy. Where's the fun in that? You see, this was a test. Wanted to see if I could push you far enough to waste Sam. Alex I knew she wouldn't. She's weak. You, should've known you wouldn't have the sack. Anyway. Fun's over now".
Weak? Me? Oh this fucker is asking for it!
"Well, I hope you got your kicks" Dean stated "'cause you're gonna pay hell for this, I'm gonna make sure of that".
"How? You can't hurt me. Not without hurting your little brother".
Dean puts his gun in his waist band and pulls out his flask with holy water.
"See" the demon continues "I think you're gonna die, Deane. You, your little sister and every other hunter I can find. One look as Sam's Dewey, sensitive eyes? They'll let me right in their door".
Dean makes me sign to follow him as we get out on a dock outside. He doesn't look to be here. I look around and see Sam appearing with a gun. Before I can warn Dean, the demon shoots him in the shoulder making him fall in the water.
"Dean!" I yelled.
The demon smiles at me. Seeing Sam giving me that look scares the shit out of me, but I try to stay strong. I have to save Dean.
Suddenly, the demon presses on the trigger and I feel a hot white pain in my leg making me fall down.
I yell out in pain shouting my eyes shut.
The demon gets closer, his steps getting louder and louder. He kicks me in the stomach, cutting of the air getting in my lungs and I fall off the dock in the water.
I use all the force I have in my arms to swim back up and reach the ramp. I glance back at the water, searching with my eyes.
"Dean! Dean!"
Nothing. No movements, nothing. I feel tears falling on my cheeks. No! Dammit! I have to keep strong and save my brothers! They need me!
As I prepare to go back in the water, a hand grabs my leg, which isn't injured.
"Oh my God" I sighed in relieve.
I pull him beside me. He's unconscious. So, I give small taps on his cheeks, but he doesn't wake up.
"Dean…"
His cell phone starts ringing, but I don't care, I need to wake him up.
"Dean, wake up. We need to go save Sammy. Come on".
I lean down on his chest hearing a heartbeat.
"Dean, come on, wake up".
Nothing. The phone rings again, now it's mine.
"Dean! Dean!"
"Alex!" I hear Jo yell at me.
"Jo!" I yelled back.
Suddenly Dean starts coughing and slowly wakes up.
"Alex?"
Jo joins us crouching beside us.
"Yeah, Dean I'm okay" I assured him.
"Where's Sam?" He groaned in pain.
"I don't know" Jo answered "I've been looking for you two. Come on, get up".
She helps my brother up and I try myself, but fall down yelping in pain. Hearing me suffer, Dean let's go of Jo and I see his eyes filling up of anger as he seesthe reason why I can't get up.
"Jo, get her" he said "I can walk on my own".
Jo doesn't say anything grabbing my arm and we go back to the bar.
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Jo stitched up my leg and took the bullet out. Dean insisted for me to be the first one to pass. Now I can walk, not on full speed, and it hurts, but I can manage.
"Don't be a baby!" Jo stated as Dean groans in pain.
"God!" Dean yelped.
"Almost" Jo said looking for the bullet "all right, got it. Got it".
She takes out the bullet from Dean's shoulder and puts it in a glass with the one I had in my leg. Dean takes a few swigs of whiskey groaning.
"God, you're a butcher" he told Jo.
"You're welcome".
"All right, are we done?" Dean asked impatient.
"Would you give me two minutes to patch you up? You can't help Sam if you're bleeding to death".
Dean looks at me. I've been quiet, not saying a word. I want Sam, I want my Sam. Not only his body walking around killing with a demon in it.
"You okay, Alex?" He asked me with a worried tone.
"Yeah…" I clear my throat.
"So, how did you know? That he was possessed?" Jo asked.
"I knew it wasn't Sam" I said "I said Christo and his eyes turned black".
Jo nods and keep working on Dean's shoulder.
"Hey, Dean".
"Yeah?"
"I know demons lie, but…" she pauses "do they ever tell the truth too?"
"Uh, um, yeah, sometimes. I guess. Especially if they know it'll mess with your head" he takes a swig "why do you ask?"
"Nothing" she clearly lied "doesn't matter. So do you have any idea where he's headed to next?"
"Well, so far he's been going after the nearest hunter, so… closest one I know lives in South Dakota".
Bobby? Shit, we need to warn him.
"Okay good, I'm done. Let's go"
"Yeah" Dean stands up "you're not coming".
"The hell I'm not. I'm a part of this now".
"I can't say it more plain than this. You try to follow me and I'll tie you right back to that post and leave you here. This is my fight. I'm not getting your blood on my hands. That's just how it's gonna be. Alex stay with her".
"No, Dean" I refused "I'm coming. I have to help. Sam is my brother too".
Dean sighs and nod quickly turning around and we start walking towards the exit.
"Wait" Jo stops us handing us a pill bottle "here. Take these, they'll help with the pain".
"Thanks" Dean said taking the bottle "I'll call you later, okay?"
We get out to the car. Dean starts driving as fast as he can to South Dakota.
"I'll call Bobby".
"Good" Dean nodded.
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Not long after I called Bobby, we arrived at his house. He managed to tie Sam up in his living room trapped under the devil's trap painted on the ceiling.
I stay back with Bobby watching as Dean smacks the demon in the face.
"Hey".
Sam wakes up looking up to the trap.
"Dean. Back from the dead. Getting to be a regular thing for you, isn't it? Like a cockroach" he glances pass him to me "you too little Winchester".
I freeze my eyes growing wide. One person called me like that and it was when I was trapped in that room with Meg. Dean told me she was dead… I thought he used the gun on her or something, looks like he didn't and just exorcised her.
"How about I smack that smartass right out of your mouth?" Dean said.
"Oh, carful, now" the demon warned "wouldn't want to bruise this fine packaging".
I tighten my fists angrily. This bitch.
"Oh don't worry, this isn't gonna hurt Sam much" Dean stated picking up a bucket "you, on the other hand…"
Dean throws the holly water on the demon making him screaming in pain and growling.
"Feel like talking now?"
"Sam's still my meat puppet" the demon said catching his breath "I'll make him bite off his tongue".
"No, you won't be in him long enough. Bobby".
"Exorcisamus te, omnes in mundus spiritus
omnes satanica potestas, omnes incursio ..."
Dean gets closer to his face "see, whatever bitch-boy master plan you demons are cooking up? You're not getting Sam. You understand me? 'Cause I'm gonna kill every one of you first".
The demons groans in pain. I hate seeing him like this…
Suddenly, his head snaps back laughing with a laugh I never heard and never thought could get out of Sam. Even Bobby stops reading with a shocked face.
"You really think that's what this is about?" The demon laughed "the master plan? I don't give a rat's ass about the master plan".
"Humiliares sub potente magnu dei..." Bobby continues reading from the book.
"Oops. Doesn't seem to be working. See, I learned a few new tricks" he lowers his head and starts to mumble something in Latin.
The fire in the fireplace bursts and the room starts to shake.
Bobby walks beside Sam lifting up his sleeve and yells "it's a binding link! He's locked himself inside Sam's body!"
"What the hell do we do?" I asked joining them.
"I don't know!"
Sam throws his head back screaming as the ceiling cracks and the room shakes harder. His eyes black, he looks at us, Bobby flying on a wall, Dean on another and me on the other.
I groan in pain trying to get up, but I feel a heavy pain to my leg, shit. The stiches opened.
"You know, when people want to describe the worse possible thing? They say it's like hell" the demon said to Dean holding him against the wall.
He hits Dean in the face and kneels him in the stomach. I have to help him, but I am not even able to get up.
"You know there's a reason for that. Hell is like, um…" he hits him "well, it's like hell. Even for demons" another hit "it's a prison, made of bone and flesh and blood and fear" another hit and he grabs Dean's head "and you sent me back there".
"Meg" Dean growled.
Oh God. Now that Dean says it, it's really true.
"No. Not anymore. Now I'm Sam" he hits him and presses his thumb in Dean wound "by the way. I saw your Dad there, he says 'howdy" All that I had to hold onto, was that I would climb out one day, and that I was going to torture you. Nice and slow. Like pulling the wings off an insect. And kill little Winchester. But But whatever I do to you, it's nothing compared to what you do to yourself, is it? I can see it in your eyes, Dean. You're worthless. You couldn't save your Dad, and deep down ... you know that you can't save your brother. They'd have been better off without you".
He pushes Dean on the wall and walks towards me. I feel like I'm back in that room, where Meg was in this girl's body.
"Now, I can kill you" Sam smiles, but it's not Sam, it's not Sam "orders changed".
Sam's hands grabs me around my neck and tights his grip stopping the air getting in my lungs. I try to breath as hard as I can, but with no success. So, I try to push his arms away, but it's Sam. He is giant and way stronger than me.
"Hey" a rough voice yelled.
My neck is released and I finally can breathe. I glance at my brothers and Bobby who has a poker burning the mark on Sam's arm. Sam screams in pain falling on the ground. Dean makes his way towards me.
"You okay?" He asked me.
My only respond is a slight nod as I manage to pick up a normal rhythm to breath.
"Sammy?" Dean looks at Sam.
Sam looks up grabbing his arm in pain looking completely lost. This is my Sam.
"Did I miss anything?"
Dean hits Sam right on the face falling on the ground. The demon is finally gone. Though, she is still out there.
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After Sam had recovered from having the demon out of him, he could remember what happened and he wouldn't stop checking if I was fine, even though I told him a hundred times.
Now we are sitting there, in front of Bobby's desk. Dean has an icepack on his face, Sam on his arm and I on my leg.
"By the way, you really look like crap, Dean" Sam pointed out.
"Yeah, right back a t'ya".
Bobby walks in the room joining us with a concerned look on his face.
"What is it, Bobby?" Sam asked him.
"You three ever hear of a hunter names Steve Wandell?"
Shit. I forgot about him.
"Why do you ask?" Dean asked innocently.
"Just heard from a friend. Wandell's dead. Murdered in his own house. You wouldn't know anything about that".
"No sir" Dean lied "never heard of the guy".
"Good" Bobby said obviously knowing that we do know something about it "Wandell's buddies are looking for someone or something to string up, and they're not going to slow down to listen to reason. You understand what I'm saying?"
"We better hit the road" Dean said glancing at Sam "if, uh, you can remember where we parked the car".
"Here. Take these" Bobby said.
He tosses us some charms. I eye mine frowning, what is that?
"What are they?" I asked.
"Charms. They'll fend off possession. That demon's still out there. This'll stop it from getting back up in ya".
"That sounds vaguely dirty, but uh, thanks" Dean said.
"You're welcome. You kids be careful now".
"You too" Sam smiled at him, a forced one.
I smile at Bobby giving him back my ice bag, he gives me a little grin.
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I am laying down in the backseat, my eyes closed as I try to fall asleep.
"You okay? Sam? Is that you in there?" Dean asked.
"She sleepin'?" Sam asked, I guess Dean nodded since he continues "I was awake for some of it, Dean. I watched myself kill Wandell with my own two hands. I saw the light go out of his eyes".
"That must have been awful".
"That's not my point. I almost carved up Jo too. I almost killed Alex… but no matter what I did, you wouldn't shoot. Neither did Alex…"
"It was the right move, Sam. It wasn't you".
"Yeah, this time. What about next time?"
"Sam, when Dad told me ... that I might have to kill you, it was only if I couldn't save you. Now, if it's the last thing I do I'm gonna save you. You and Alex".
After a pause, Dean laughs slightly.
"What?" Sam asked.
"Nothing".
"Dean, what?" Sam insisted.
"Dud, you. You like, full-on had a girl inside you for like a whole week" he laughed.
I try my hardest to not laugh, I'm supposed to be asleep.
"That's pretty naughty" Dean added.
Well, we can laugh on this one.