May 9th, 2009 - Sioux Falls, South Dakota
Amy stayed in her room the entire next day. Every once in a while, Sam's panicked screams would sound from downstairs, loud enough that Amy could hear them even from her room, even if they were muffled. They were almost impossible to ignore.
It wasn't until late the next evening that Amy joined Dean and Bobby in the study.
"Guys! Get down here!" Sam was still in the panic room downstairs. His screams went ignored as they echoed throughout the house. "Something's coming!"
Dean leaned against the wall as his brother continued yelling. It had been like this all day. Sam's screams sounded throughout the house, growing more and more desperate with each passing hour.
Amy sat down on the couch, pulling her knees up to her chest as she tried to ignore the younger Winchester.
"Don't. No, no, don't." Sam sounded scared, but they continued to ignore him. "Don't, don't. No—stop! Stop! Alastair—please. Please."
Amy looked up briefly at that, before reminding herself that Sam was just trying to get them to let him out, as Dean constantly had to tell her.
"No. No. God, no! Please! Please, please. God!"
Bobby sat down at his desk and poured two glasses of whiskey, handing one to Dean. He offered one to Amy, but she shook her head.
"Stop! Stop!"
Dean took the glass and let out a heavy sigh. "How long is this gonna go on?" he finally asked.
Bobby rolled his eyes. "Here, let me look it up in my demon-detox manual." He reached towards the stack of books next to him. "Oh, wait. No one ever wrote one."
Sam continued screaming. It was becoming almost unbearable to ignore.
"No telling how long it'll take," Bobby continued. "Hell, or if Sam will even live through it."
"If?" Amy repeated, casting Bobby the same worried expression as Dean.
Before Bobby could answer, his phone rang. He downed his whiskey and sighed before answering. Dean turned and walked away.
"Hello?" Bobby frowned. "Suck dirt and die, Rufus," he said. "You call me again, I'll kill you." He hung up the phone, slamming it down on the desk.
"What's up with Rufus?" Dean asked, walking back up to the desk.
Bobby nodded. "He knows."
The phone rang again. Bobby glared at it before answering. "I'm busy, you son of a bitch," he snapped. "This better be important." He listened to Rufus speak on the other line. After a moment, he turned to Dean, his eyes wide. After some more listening, he hung up.
"What was that all about?" Amy asked.
Bobby turned to his computer. "Another damn seal has been broken, that's what." He printed out a news article and stood up, handing the papers to Dean. "The news," he said. "And the news ain't good."
Dean took the papers. "This is what Rufus called about?" He read the headline. "Key West sees ten species go extinct."
"Yep," Bobby confirmed. "Plus Alaska - fifteen-man fishing crew all stricken blind, cause unknown. New York - teacher goes postal, locks the door, kills exactly sixty-six kids. All this in a single day? I looked them up. There's no doubt about it. They're all seals. Breaking. Fast."
Dean spun around. "How many are left?"
"I'm guessing not many," Amy said, crossing her arms.
Bobby grunted in agreement. "Where the hell are your angel pals?"
Dean tossed the paper down. "You tell me."
Bobby watched Dean pace around the room. "I'm just wondering..." he trailed off.
Dean turned to face the old hunter. "What?"
"With the apocalypse being nigh and all," Bobby continued, "is now really the right time to be having this little domestic drama of ours?"
"What do you mean?" Dean asked.
"Well, I don't like this any more than you do, but Sam can kill demons," Bobby reminded him. "He's got a shot at stopping Armageddon."
Amy cast Dean a confused look. Had they not told Bobby about Lilith? They hadn't seen him in a while, so it was possible.
"What?" Bobby asked.
"Did we not tell you?" Amy asked.
"Tell me what?"
"Lilith is the final seal," Dean told him. "We kill her, and the apocalypse begins."
Bobby looked between Dean and Amy. "And when exactly were you planning on telling me this?"
"Guess we kinda forgot," Amy said sheepishly.
Bobby stared at her in disbelief. "You forgot?" he asked, his voice quiet. There was a brief pause before he suddenly snapped, yelling louder than Amy had ever heard him yell. She moved closer to Dean, slightly afraid for her own life. "You forgot to mention that the one thing we're trying to do to stop the apocalypse is actually what causes it?"
"She told Sam and me about it a few months ago," Dean offered.
"And what?" Bobby asked. "You couldn't provide me with this useful information?"
"Well, we haven't exactly seen you in a while," Amy said.
"Then you pick up a damn phone, and you call me!" Bobby growled.
Amy turned to Dean. "You don't think he was planning on killing Lilith anyway, do you?" she asked. "And working with Ruby even after everything I told you guys?"
"I don't know," Dean admitted. "I wouldn't put it past him, though."
"What exactly is it that you idjits neglected to tell me?" Bobby asked.
Amy sighed. "Basically, Ruby is working with Lilith. She was tricking Sam into drinking demon blood so that he could kill Lilith and ultimately break the final seal, freeing Lucifer."
Dean groaned. "I need some air." Without another word, he turned around and headed outside.
Amy watched the door close behind the hunter. She sighed, turning to Bobby. "What now?"
"Figure out how to stop Lilith without killing her," Bobby said, "if that's even possible." He dropped a book on the desk. "Start reading."
Amy sighed again. She picked up the heavy book and sat down on the couch, opening to the first page.
Amy read the section on the page. The words swarmed on the page, so she reread it, but she still couldn't make out the words. She closed the book and stretched out her cramped up legs. They had been reading for almost three hours, and Sam had gone quiet downstairs. Dean had been outside the entire time, and every once in a while, Amy faintly heard him call out for Castiel. Finally, he came back inside, looking slightly forlorn.
"Everything okay?" Amy asked.
"Yeah, I, uh, it's getting late. I think I'm gonna try to get some sleep." Dean nodded towards the couch she was sitting on as if to tell her to move so he could lay down.
Amy looked at Dean in confusion. "Um, okay then," she finally said. She closed her book. "Guess I'll see you guys in the morning, then."
Amy headed into her room, shutting the door behind her. She changed into a pair of sweatpants and a t-shirt and climbed into her bed.
But she didn't close her eyes. She lay on her back, staring up at the ceiling. Had telling Sam and Dean about Ruby and Lilith been for nothing? Was Sam really still preferring to listen to Ruby and kill Lilith instead? She rolled onto her side and curled up her legs. Maybe if she had told them sooner than just a few months ago, it would have worked? By the time she had told them, Sam had already been addicted to the demon blood. Maybe she had waited too long to say anything. At this point, she didn't know what to do. It didn't look like there was any way to stop Sam from killing Lilith after all.
May 10th, 2009
The next morning, Amy headed back downstairs. Sam had resumed calling out for help, and Dean and Bobby were in the middle of a conversation.
Bobby stood by his desk. "Correct me if I'm wrong, but you willingly signed up to be the angels' bitch," he was saying.
Dean glared at him.
"I'm sorry. You prefer 'sucker'?" Bobby asked. "After everything you said about them, now you trust them?"
"What's going on?" Amy asked, walking into the room.
"Dean here signed on to work alongside the angels last night?"
"What?" Amy turned to Dean. "Why?"
"Come on, give me a little credit, you guys," Dean said. "I've never trusted them less. I mean, they come on like shady politicians from planet Vulcan."
"Then why in the hell did you—"
Dean cut Bobby off. "Because what other option do I have? It's either trusting the angels or letting Sammy trust a demon?"
"I'm sorry," Amy said, "but did you forget about the fact that some of the angels that you just signed up to work with want the apocalypse to happen? Uriel was killing angels for that exact reason, and now you're working with them?"
"Of course, I didn't forget!" Dean snapped. "But you also said that not every angel wants this to happen. Like Cas?"
"Yeah, that's true," Amy confirmed, "and there are ones that aren't on any side. But it's not like you have any way of knowing which is which. They're not just gonna tell you."
"I see your point," Bobby said.
Dean suddenly looked behind him, frowning. "You hear that?"
"I don't hear anything," Amy noticed.
"Exactly," Dean agreed. "Something's happened." He took off running down to the basement, Amy and Bobby close behind.
They ran to the panic room, and Dean slid open the window in the door. Amy could hear Sam grunting inside as Dean and Bobby looked into the room.
"What if he's faking?" Dean asked.
"You really think he would?" Bobby asked.
"I think he'd do anything," Dean said.
"What's going on?" Amy asked. "I can't see."
Before Dean or Bobby could answer, Amy heard a loud thud on the wall inside.
"That ain't faking," Bobby said. They opened the door and ran inside, giving Amy a full view of what was happening.
Amy froze at what she saw before her. "What the hell?" she asked.
Sam was being pinned to the wall by an invisible force that was spinning him across the metal walls, knocking over a wooden table. Dean and Bobby quickly ran up and grabbed Sam's arms, pulling him down onto the floor. Dean pulled out a belt and put it into Sam's mouth.
"We're gonna have to tie him down for his own safety," Bobby said as Sam struggled against them.
Dean looked distraughtly at his brother.
"Dean? You with me?" Bobby asked.
Dean didn't answer.
"Dean!" Bobby snapped. "Before he has another fit."
Dean nodded. "Yeah, yeah. Let's just get it over with." He turned to Amy. "Get over here and help us out."
Amy hurried over. Sam was kicking his feet as he tried to get away from the three hunters. Bobby and Dean pulled him onto the cot and held him down as Amy quickly chained his wrists and ankles.
When Sam was restrained, Dean and Bobby finally let go. Sam stared straight ahead, unmoving, but alive.
"What the hell was that?" Amy asked, slightly out of breath.
"My guess was the demon blood was doing that to him," Bobby said. He turned to Dean. "Are you sure we're doing the right thing?"
Dean didn't answer. He stared down at his unconscious brother for a moment before turning and walking out of the room. Bobby and Amy watched him leave before following him back upstairs.
Dean was sitting on the couch when Amy and Bobby entered the study. Amy leaned against the wall, studying Dean's face.
"I'm gonna ask one more time," Bobby said as he leaned across his desk. "Are we absolutely sure we're doing the right thing?"
Dean looked at the old hunter in confusion as he stood up. "Bobby, you saw what was happening to him down there. The demon blood is killing him."
"We don't really know that it's the demon blood killing him, though," Amy replied.
"That's 'cause, it isn't," Bobby confirmed. "We are."
"What?"
Bobby shook his head. "I'm sorry. I can't bite my tongue any longer. We're killing him. Keeping him locked up down there. This cold-turkey thing isn't working." He took a deep breath. "If-if he doesn't get what he needs, soon, Sam's not gonna last much longer."
"No." Amy crossed her arms. "No, it's too risky."
Dean shook his head. "I'm not giving him demon blood. I won't do it."
"And if he dies?" Bobby argued.
"Then, at least he dies human!" Dean snapped.
"That demon blood is practically what started this whole mess," Amy said. "We can't let him have any."
"I would die for him in a second, but I won't let him do this to himself," Dean spoke almost in a whisper. "I can't. I guess I found my line. I won't let my brother turn into a monster."
The room fell silent again. "Okay," Bobby finally agreed. "Okay, boy."
Amy nodded in agreement. Sam had fallen silent once more downstairs.
"If we can't kill Lilith," Amy wondered aloud. "Maybe we can find a way to trap her."
"Trap her?" Dean asked.
Amy shrugged. "It's a long shot, but maybe there's a way to do it. Trap her without actually killing her. That way, we stop the apocalypse and Lilith isn't still walking around earth."
Bobby pulled a few books off the shelf behind him. "If there is a way to do that, it'll be in one of these." He dropped the books on his desk. "So, start reading." He grabbed a book and sat down at his desk.
Amy and Dean each grabbed a book each as well. They sat down on the couch and began searching for a way to trap Lilith if that was even possible.
Bobby fell asleep at his desk later that night. Amy stretched her arms as she let out a yawn.
"We should get some rest," Dean suggested. "We can figure this all out in the morning."
Amy nodded. "Okay. I'll see you in the morning, I guess."
Amy headed up to her room. She kicked off her shoes and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and a tee before climbing into her bed.
A frantic knock on her door woke her up. "Amy, get up," Dean's voice came through the door. "Sam's gone."
Amy hurried over and pulled open her door. "Sam got out?" she asked.
"Yeah," Dean confirmed. "Come on and help me look for Bobby. I woke up, and he was gone."
"Say no more." Amy followed Dean down the stairs and out the back door, grabbing two flashlights on the way out.
They headed out into the junkyard with flashlights in their hands as they searched for any sign of the old hunter.
"Check over there," Dean instructed as he pointed in a random direction. He headed in the opposite direction.
Amy walked off to where Dean had pointed. "Bobby?" she called out. "You out here!"
"Amy, over here!" Dean called. Amy hurried over, following his voice. She ran into an open area, where Bobby was lying unconscious on the ground, his hat and shotgun lying near him.
Amy fell to her knees as she reached them. "Bobby?"
Dean slapped Bobby across the face. "Bobby, hey!"
Bobby groaned as he opened his eyes. "Dean?" he mumbled.
"Yeah, hey," Dean said. "I got you." He helped Bobby sit up.
"What happened?" Amy asked. "Where's Sam?"
Bobby stood up. "Son of a bitch stole my car and took off. No tellin' where he went."
"Damn it!" Dean spun around and hurried off towards the house. Bobby put his hat back on and picked up his shotgun before he and Amy followed Dean inside.
They headed down to the panic room. Bobby flicked on the light and unlocked the door, pulling it open.
"How the hell did he get out?" Dean asked as he looked around the room.
"Maybe he had help," Bobby guessed, nodding towards the floor.
Amy looked down to see the iron devil's trap in the room split apart.
"Room full of busted devil's traps," Bobby continued.
"Who did he have help from, though?" Amy asked. "Angels?"
"Or demons?" Dean guessed. "Ruby."
Amy shook her head. "I don't think she could have gotten past the door."
"What difference does it make?" Bobby asked. "How he got gone ain't as important as where he got gone to."
Dean sighed. "Well, I'll tell you one thing. At this point, I hope he's with Ruby."
Bobby looked at him in confusion. "Why?"
"'Cause killing her's the next big item on my to-do list." Dean turned around and began angrily heading back to the stairs.
"I thought you were on call for angel duty," Bobby called after him.
"I am on call," Dean said as he continued walking away. "In my car, on my way to murder the bitch."
Amy began to follow Dean out of the basement.
"One thing," Bobby said.
Dean stopped in his tracks, turning around to face Bobby. "What?"
"Sam don't wanna be found," Bobby reminded him, "which means he's gonna be damn near impossible to find."
Dean scoffed. "Yeah, we'll see," he muttered.
Amy and Bobby followed Dean upstairs.
"I'll file a report with police about the car Sam stole," Bobby said as they joined Dean in the study. "TIll they find it, though, there's not gonna be much we can do in terms of finding Sam."
"Oh, I'll find him alright," Dean promised.
"Well, until we have a lead on that car, we don't have many options."
"Bobby's right, Dean," Amy agreed. "I doubt Sam left his phone on for you to track, and it's late."
May 11th, 2009
The next morning, Bobby got a call from the police department. Amy heard the end of the call as she made her way downstairs.
"Police found my car," Bobby said as he stood up from his desk.
"Well that's a start, at least," Amy said. "But I'm guessing by your tone that Sam wasn't with it?"
Bobby shook his head. "Abandoned," he said.
"Were there any other cars stolen?" Amy asked.
Bobby nodded. "Dean's outside working on the Impala. He'll wanna hear this."
"Right."
Amy followed Bobby through the back door. They found Dean in the junkyard, working on the engine of the Impala.
"Police found my car," Bobby said as they approached. Dean looked up in interest at that. "Abandoned in an alley in Jamestown, North Dakota."
Dean straightened up. "He's switching up. Any other cars stolen in Jamestown?"
"Two," Bobby confirmed. "1999 Honda Civic, blue. Nice and anonymous, like Sam likes."
"If he doesn't want to be found, I doubt he'd take a car you know he likes."
Dean nodded in agreement. "What was the other one?"
Bobby chuckled. "White oh-five Escalade with custom rims. It's a neon sign."
"You're right. He'd never take that," Dean agreed. "Which is exactly what he did."
Bobby frowned. "You think?"
"Definitely," Amy agreed.
Dean nodded. "I know that kid." He started picking up his tools. All right, Amy and I'll head in that direction. You stay here, ride the police databases." Dean closed the hood. "We gotta find him quick." He turned to Amy. "Get packed up. We need to leave asap."
Amy hurried inside and up the stairs to her room. She grabbed her duffle bag and tossed it onto the bag, throwing a few pairs of clothes into it. When she was packed up, she zipped up the bag and headed downstairs, where Dean was waiting for her by the front door.
"Ready to go?" Dean asked.
"Yeah," Amy confirmed. "Let's get going."
"I'll keep you guys updated if I find anything," Bobby said.
"Thanks, Bobby."
Dean led Amy out to the Impala. She tossed her bag in the back and slid into the passenger side. Dean started the engine, and they took off in the direction of Jamestown.
"Do you think we have a shot?" Dean asked.
Amy sighed. "Honestly? I have no idea."
"What does that mean?"
"It means that by the looks of how things are going, Sam would rather listen to Ruby rather than us for some reason," Amy explained. "He kept drinking the demon blood, even after I told you guys about Ruby and Lilith, but -" Amy sighed, "I think that might have been my fault."
"What?" Dean looked over at her. "How was Sam getting addicted to that stuff your fault?"
"I think I waited too long to say anything," Amy said. "Sam was already addicted to the demon blood by the time I did say anything, and I think by the time I did, there was no way he was just going to stop." She shook her head. "If I had said something sooner, maybe we would have a better shot, but at this point, I don't know what to do. And, if I'm being completely honest, Dean, I'm fucking terrified right now."
"Well, don't worry. We'll figure all this out," Dean assured her. He didn't sound too confident about it, though.
They had been on the road for three hours when Bobby called. Dean put it on speaker, so Amy could join in.
"Hey, Bobby," Dean said loud enough for Bobby to hear him. "Amy and I are just passing through Minneapolis.
"You find anything?" Amy asked.
"Cops found the Escalade in a ditch outside Elk River," Bobby explained.
"How far away are we?
"A couple of hours. I pulled up a weather map, made some calls," Bobby continued. "There's a town not far from there, Cold Spring. Lighting up with demon signs."
"That's a good place to look."
Amy heard Bobby sigh on the other line. "Hey, listen."
"What?"
"Us finding Sam? It's gotta be about getting him back, not pushing him away," Bobby said firmly.
Dean paused. "Right."
"I know you're mad, Dean. I understand," Bobby said. "You got a right to be, but I'm just saying. Be good to him anyway. You gotta get through to him."
Dean didn't say anything. He hung up the phone and tossed it into the armrest.
Amy sighed. Was there even a way to get through to Sam? At this point, she wasn't sure herself.
May 12th, 2009 - Cold Springs, Wisconsin
They reached their destination sometime after midnight. Bobby had called them earlier to tell them about another car in Elk River that had been stolen. A bright green '07 Charger that definitely stuck out, which made Dean positive Sam had taken it.
"How are we supposed to find Sam around here?" Amy asked as she looked down the dark street.
"He'll be at the first hotel we see," Dean said. At Amy's confused look, he added. "I told you, I know that kid."
Amy spotted something bright green in a parking lot ahead. She pointed it out. "Hey, isn't that the car that was stolen from Elk River?"
"Yeah, it is," Dean confirmed. "Which means Sam is there." He pulled into the parking lot, out of view, and they got out. Dean grabbed the demon knife out of the trunk.
"Looks like someones in that room on the fifth floor," Amy noticed, pointing to two figures moving around in a room that had the curtains drawn.
"I'll bet you anything he's in there," Dean said. "Come on."
Dean and Amy made their way inside the hotel. They took the elevator to the fifth floor and walked down the hall in the direction of the window they had seen from the parking lot.
At the end of the hallway, there were two rooms. They hid behind the wall, wait for Sam to come out of one of them.
A couple of minutes later, the door to room 523 opened, and Sam stepped out. He looked around, before walking down around the corner, away from Dean and Amy.
"Come on," Dean whispered.
Dean and Amy made their way to the door and opened it up. Ruby was inside with her back to them, packing a bag. Dean raised the knife and slowly began approaching the demon.
Ruby spun around as Dean got closer. Dean swung the knife down, but Ruby grabbed his arm. Amy ran up to help, grabbing Ruby's other arm. The hunters shoved Ruby into the wall, and the three of them began struggling for the knife.
Amy strained as she and Dean tried to bend Ruby's arms and drive the demon knife into her. Ruby struggled to push the two hunters away.
Just as the tip of the knife reached Ruby's chest, Sam appeared. "No. Let her go. Just take it easy." He shoved Amy out of the way, before grabbing the knife from Dean and spinning him around until he fell onto the bed.
Dean slowly stood up. "Well, it must've been some party you two had going, considering how hard you tried to keep us from crashing it. Well, solid try, but here we are."
Amy groaned as she stood up as well. "Sam, what the hell, man?"
"Dean, Amy, I'm glad you're here," Sam replied. "Look. Let's just talk about this."
"Talk?" Amy asked. "You wanna talk?"
Dean pointed to Ruby. "Soon as she's dead, we can talk all you want."
Sam turned back to the demon. "Ruby, get out of here."
"Sam, what the hell is wrong with you?" Amy asked angrily.
"No, she's not going anywhere," Dean snapped, just as angry as Amy.
Ruby hurried out the door.
"She's poison, Sam," Dean snapped as the door closed behind Ruby.
"It's not what you think, Dean," Sam said softly.
"It's exactly what I think," Amy reminded him. "She's using you!"
"She's manipulating you!" Dean snapped. "Trying to get you to kill Lilith so the freaking devil can be freed. Don't you remember? She wants this. That bitch is manipulating your ass ten ways from Sunday"
Sam shook his head. "You're wrong. You both are."
Amy couldn't believe what she was hearing. Sam was actually choosing to listen to a demon rather than his own brother and Amy. "Sam, what the actual hell is wrong with you?" she asked. "Do you even hear yourself right now?"
Dean took a step towards his brother. "I just want you to be okay," he said. "You would do the same for me. You know you would."
"Just listen." Sam raised his hand. He was still holding Ruby's knife and tossed it on the bed. "Just listen for a second," he repeated. "We got a lead on a demon close to Lilith. Come with us, Dean. We'll do this together."
"That's what we don't want!" Dean argued. "Killing Lilith, if Amy is right, is the last thing we want." He took a breath. "Look, we're looking for a way to trap her, but we need your help. And it has to be the three of us. Demon bitch is a dealbreaker. You kiss her goodbye, we can go right now," he promised.
Sam shook his head. "I can't."
Dean turned his head away, nodding. Amy looked down at the floor. She felt tears start to form in her eyes.
"Dean, I need her to help me kill Lilith," Sam said. Dean turned around, rubbing a hand on his face. "I know you can't wrap your head around it, but maybe one day you'll understand. I'm the only one who can do this, Dean."
Amy sighed. So, it was true. Sam was going back on his word. Ruby had manipulated him so much that he preferred to listen to her. If only Amy hadn't waited so long to say anything, maybe if they had found and killed Lilith before the sixty-six seals had been broken, none of this would have happened.
Dean turned back around. "Do what? Trap Lilith?"
"Kill her."
Amy took a step forward. "Sam, do you even hear yourself right now?"
Dean put a hand up to silence her. He turned back to Sam. "You're not gonna do a single damn thing," he growled.
"Stop bossing me around, Dean," Sam snapped. He took a deep breath, calming himself down. "Look," he said, a little calmer. "My whole life, you take the wheel, you call the shots, and I trust you because you are my brother. Now I'm asking you, for once, trust me."
Dean started to nod, and Sam let out a sigh of relief. The moment was soon lost when Dean shook his head. "No. You don't know what you're doing, Sam."
"Yes, I do," Sam insisted.
"Then that's worse!" Dean said.
"Why? Look, I'm telling you—"
Dean cut Sam off. "Because it's not something that you're doing, it's what you are! It means—" he cut himself off.
"What?" Sam asked. The look in his eyes dared Dean to finish his thought. "No. Say it," he snarled.
"It means you're a monster."
Amy let out a breath she didn't know she had been holding. That was it. That was the final straw needed for Sam to snap.
The next thing Amy saw was Sam punching Dean hard in the face. Dean fell hard onto the floor. Amy swung her foot at Sam's face, but he grabbed her ankle, throwing her across the room. She crashed into the wall behind Sam, sliding down to the floor.
She watched Dean slowly stand up and face his brother. Sam straightened up. They watched each other for a moment before Dean swung a punch directly at Sam's nose.
Sam stumbled back. Amy stood up as Dean punched and kicked his brother over and over. Sam stumbled back with each hit until he finally managed to grab Dean's arm and knee him repeatedly in the stomach. He shoved Dean into a mirror, shattering it, before punching him a few more times.
Dean gave Sam another punch in the face, and Sam stumbled back again. Amy couldn't stand there any longer. She grabbed Sam by the shoulder and spun him around to face her, before punching him in the face.
Her punch didn't have the same strength as Dean's, but it was still enough to make Sam take a step back. Sam grabbed her by the shirt, lifting her into the air. He threw her into the table between the two beds. She landed on top of the table, knocking the lamp to the floor.
Amy fell to the ground as Sam began approaching her. "Sam, please, don't make me do this," she pleaded. "Just listen to yourself."
Sam didn't say anything. He kept advancing on her, and Amy saw that she didn't have much choice. She held up a hand, using her powers to throw Sam across the room. He hit the wall on the opposite side. Dean took the opportunity to grab Sam forcefully by the shoulder and punch him again.
Sam kicked Dean's feet out from underneath him. Dean fell to the ground again, and Sam got on top of him, punching Dean repeatedly in the face. After a moment, he paused. Dean didn't get up, and Sam grabbed him by the throat, pinning his brother to the ground.
"You don't know me," Sam snarled. "You never did. And you never will."
Sam slowly rose to his feet. He turned to Amy, glaring at her for a moment before walking towards the door. Amy wanted to stop, more than anything at that moment. But if she and Dean together weren't able to, there was no point in trying.
Dean struggled to breathe. "You walk out that door, don't you ever come back," he choked out.
Sam stopped with his hand on the door handle, turning back at the words Dean said. The same ones their father had told him all those years ago when Sam went to college.
Sam seemed to hesitate for a moment, before he opened the door and walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
