Authors note: This chapter contains canon compliant temporary character death. It is in no way permanent. Please enjoy. And be sure to review. Love, Kyna.
The impala sped down a long stretch of dark highway. Heavy rain filled clouds blotting out the moon and stars. The only light coming from baby's headlights, passing cars. Dean cringed at the music coming from Sam's ipod over the speakers. He'd plugged an adapter into the cigarette lighter playing some pop shit he called 'Halsey', declaring she was amazing. Sam was currently nuzzling the nape of his neck. Making soft little sounds reminiscent of a kitten's mew. Shifting up slightly to nibble on Dean's ear. "Want you…make love to me De.", he purred. "That what you want Sammy? Nice and slow?" Dean murmured, trying to keep his eyes on the road as Sam slightly turned his head, kissing him passionately. "Right here. Right now." Was the only command he needed. Pulling over off the side of the road, turning all the lights off so baby would seem to be just a broken down car on the side of the road. They stepped out, Sam laying down in the back seat. Dean crawling in on top of him. Slowly making his way up Sam's long torso as Zayn's 'Pillow talk' came through the speakers like a siren's song. Dean pulling their clothes off slowly, his lips working the skin revealed beneath as each article of Sam's was removed.
He took Sam. Slow and soft. Never speeding up, never thrusting hard. Touching, feeling, bringing Sam slowly to the edge. Until the windows were so fogged nothing could be seen through them. The sound of cars whooshing by outside. The only discomfort being Dean's hands grasping Sam's thighs with unyielding firmness. Biting into the soft flesh, full hand print bruises left behind in their wake. The visible strain prompted from a struggle within himself to hold back his savage nature. The darkness growing within clawing inside, demanding he fuck violently. Sam knew. As if the vicious streak inside were an entity, peeking out through green eyes. Eyes that clinched tight, willing the beast down inside. Holding it back to love his Sammy.
This thing between them. The aggressive intimacy they shared had very few unspoken rules. Always give Sam proper care after extremely rough sessions. Always end every form of contact if Sam spoke the word 'Kashmir'. Which had only ever happened once. And above all things always only proceed the way Sam asked for it, always. In all the years they shared this had built a sturdy bond of trust. Dean brought Sam over the edge, his orgasm spilling out onto his brother's belly as Dean continued his steady rhythm. Sam moaning so sweetly. A shiver running through his body from the sight of Sam's ecstasy. The shadow within watching Sam watching it as Dean's clinched muscles trembled. "I need it." Dean erupted into movement. Pulling out rising up off the seat. Flipping Sam over, forcing him onto slightly bent knees, shoving his head down into the leather seat. Slamming himself back into Sam, right knee on the seat, left foot pressed to the floorboard for stability. Gripping a fist full of hair on the back of Sam's head, the other hand sliding down the fog covered window as he rocked into Sam. His thrusts growing faster. "Dean! I said soft." Sam protested. "I've tried to fight it….I…I can't." A war was waging within the eldest Winchester.
He'd slow down, nice and soft. Then grunt like a rabid thing, hips snapping with a harshness. Bringing a hand under Sam's hip to hold him in place, as he began leaning forward, pulling away slightly. "Don't run from it…please Sammy I can't stop." Sam laced his fingers with Dean's against his under belly, a wordless acceptance. Taking Dean's rough love until it was over. Dean spilling inside him, thick and hot. His hips and bottom covered in fingerprint and hand shaped bruises. His back baring purple and red bite marks. His own cum splattered on the leather of the back seat beneath him. Dean massaging his back lovingly. Kissing his neck gently. Rolling him over, holding him close. Feeding him water from a bottle he grabbed from the front seat. Tenderly showing love. A silent apology. They dressed in silence, moving to the front seat Sam turning the music off. The hum of the defrost clearing the fogged windshield. The empty blackness of night coming into view as Baby's headlights shone. Dean pulling her off the shoulder, back onto the highway. "You will never do that again. Do you understand me?" Sam said firmly. "I told you Sammy…I'm not in control."
"Dean I'd say we're far beyond 'not in control' here! You're on edge, you're erratic. Except for when you're hunting. Cause then you're downright scary. I can't do this Dean! I said no and you…What the fuck is wrong with you?" Dean white knuckled the steering wheel. "I fucking told you Sam! I can't stop it, I just need it ok." Sam stared out the window. "Pull over." Dean ignored him. "Now! You're doing 90, before you fucking kill us!" Dean pulled off to the shoulder, slamming the car in park. "Why do you need it?" Sam asked. His brother roared at him. "Because I fucking like it! Is that what you wanna hear? Huh?" he jerked Sam by the collar. Bringing his face close, his stare burning down into him. "Because I like fucking you til you're raw and you ache. Because I get off on seeing you limp after I've beat the fuck out of your tight little ass. Because you deserve better! Because I'm a fucking monster Sam. The kind that let you watch me fuck a bus load of skanks from the time you were 14 because I really wanted to fuck you. The monster that made my brother suck my cock when you were 17. I was 21 years old Sam. That's fucked!"
Sam was absolutely speechless. "Because I should have been the one to burn. And you should be with Jessica." Dean released his grip, letting his brother slip softly back against the seat. "You're the only family I have left. And the only person I've ever been in love with. Don't you say that to me. If it'd been you on that ceiling…I'd have fucking killed myself. And stop pretending like I don't like the way we fuck. Or do I need to carve up your back some more to remind you? You're hurting Dean. You're letting your anger get the best of you. And I can take it rough. But I have a limit, and you're wanting it to often as a way to cope. I need a break from it some times. You don't know what it's like to be on the other end of you." Dean spoke at almost a whisper as their eyes locked. "I'm sorry. It'll never happen again." Sam sighed, pulling him into a tight hug. "I know." Dean laughed. The sound of it unsure. An attempt to clear the air. "Remember that girl from your class. The red head." Sam eyed him with hesitation. "Jennifer Hill?" Dean licked his lips. "Yeah the one with the dove tattoo on her shoulder. You had the biggest crush on her."
The direction this conversation was going hit Sam. "You fucked her!" Dean laughed again, more confident this time. "Dude, that time at that basket ball game you made me take you too. I hate fucked her in the ass under the bleachers. Just because you asked her out and she laughed at you, told you she was eighteen and a senior. Said she wouldn't be caught dead dating the loser freshman that lived in a motel." Sam bellowed a laugh. "No? Perfect popular Jen? She let you butt fuck her?" They smiled at each other. "Yeah, I came on the back of her head, twice. Just so that prissy little bitch would have to walk out of there with dried jizz in her prissy princess hair and do her stupid cheerleader shit in front of all those people. Pretty sure the principal knew it wasn't gel." Sam crawled over to sit in Dean's lap, his head hitting the roof of the impala. He leaned down biting Dean's neck, his tongue trailing up, stopping at his ear as he whispered. "Her ass feel as good as mine?" Dean shivered. "Baby boy there's not a goddamned thing anywhere that could feel better than inside you." His hands gently caressed Sam's backside. "Wanna go again? It's nice and warm inside." Sam ran his brother's fingers under the fabric of his shirt, across his stomach to his hip bone. "Your cums still dripping out. Your huge fucking cock can just slid right in, hot and sticky, like apple pie." Dean groaned deep in his throat. "Fucking hell Sammy. Fuck yeah I do."
Dean sat in the driver's seat, head tilted back, breathing heavy. Sweat dripping onto his face from Sam's hair. The younger Winchester lazily sliding himself up and down on his brother's cock. Cum leaking out of him, dripping down his balls, onto the seat. Pooling between the older man's thighs. Dean's phone rang, AC/DC's Brian Johnson belting out 'And I was shaking at the knees. Could I come again please?' He leaned over fishing for it in the passenger seat as he stroked Sam's weeping cock. "This is Dean." He spoke into the mouthpiece, tilting his head to hold it in place with his shoulder, covering Sam's whimpering mouth with his hand. "Hey Ellen what's up? Ughnn…Got a case for us?" he breathed heavily into the phone as Sam continued to ride him. If she noticed the mid sentence moan she made no comment. "So this Ava girl went missing 5 months ago…" he paused, pulled the phone away for a moment covering the speaker to let out the words "God, fuck yeah." Pulling the phone back to his shoulder. "After her fiancé was found ripped to shreds?" Sam's interest peeked as he stopped his movements. Dean smacked his ass, silently mouthing out the words "Don't you dare. Ride me!" Sam huffed as he resumed, listening in on the conversation. Dean inhaled sharply, biting his bottom lip. The whole thing was just to hot. He was so turned on any second he'd lose his mind. "Yeah I'm pretty sure it's werewolves…Dean are you ok? You sound…strange." Ellen questioned on the other end of the line. "Yeah I'm fine just uh…out of breath cause Sam decided we should get in some mmm…exercise. Ow!" Sam bit his hand. "Ok…? Well I just thought I'd see if you boys were interested in this one. I'm sending you a picture of her now." Dean held back a loud moan as he felt Sam's cum squirting out on his hand. Clamping his hand down harder over Sam's lips, muffling his moans. "Yeah were on it. That it?" Dean said. "Yeah talk to you-." Dean ended the call, cutting her short. Fucking into Sam until he came inside, hot and thick.
Rain poured from heavy clouds as the impala pulled in front of a diner. It was 5:00 am. They'd been driving all day and fucking all night. A ravenous sex induced hunger mixed with the need for sleep consuming them. "Hey don't forget the extra onions this time." Dean said, pulling a twenty from his wallet, holding it out. Sam took it with an annoyed look on his face. "Dude! I'm the one that has to ride in the car with your extra onions." Dean gave his brother a shameless smile as Sam opened the car door, stepping out. He leaned over. "Hey see if they got any pie." Sam gave him a look that said 'Really?' as he slammed the car door. "Bring me some pie!" He yelled out as he watched Sam walk towards the diner. He reached down, turning up the volume as Boston's 'Long time' blared through the speakers. He leaned back in the driver's seat watching Sam stand in front of the register. His gaze drifted down to the radio as static started to drown out the music. He tapped the face plate as the static worsened. He looked around for anything suspicious.
As his gaze drifted back inside the diner Sam was gone. Along with everyone else inside. He got out of the car, running inside at full speed. When he opened the door he saw a man in a booth face down in a pool of his own blood. He pulled his Colt M1911A1 from the waist band of his jeans, aiming it low, trigger finger at the ready. "Sam?", he called out. Stepping forward. As he rounded the counter two body's lay dead in the corner. Throats slit open with gaping wounds. He slipped past them to open the back door. Calling out his brother's name once more. As he lifted his hand off the door handle he noticed a yellow powder sticking to his fingertips. "Sulfur." He said to himself as he ran back out the front door. "Sammy?" he called again as he ran back to the impala. He looked around seeing nothing. No one. "Sam!", he screamed into the blackness of night.
When Sam woke he was lying on the cold ground. He sat up to survey his surroundings. Nothing seems familiar, he had no idea where he was. It looked like a ghost town. Decrepit buildings long forgotten by society surrounded him. He walked around pulling his cell phone from his pocket, no service. He tried a few doors only to find them locked. Peeking into the windows but couldn't see inside. As he stepped on the porch of one building he heard a floor board creek nearby. He picked a board with a nail up off of a window seal ready for anything.
He pressed his back to the corner of the building ready to take action. But just before he swung a young man with brown hair placed his hands up in defense, backing away. Sam lowered the board. "Who are you?" the boy looked at him in confusion. "My name's Andy. Where are we?" Sam shrugged his shoulders. "I don't know what do you remember?" Andy sighed. "Man I was smoking it up then there was this really weird smell." Sam chimed in. "Like sulfur?" Andy looked surprised. "Yeah how'd you know?" They heard a scream in the distance. They ran over to the shed it was coming from. A woman was inside banging on the door. Sam picked up a rock, using it to break the lock on the door. A pretty brunette walked out. She looked familiar. Sam searched his memory. Bingo, she was the girl from the picture Ellen had texted to Dean. "Ava?" She was in tears. "Who are you?" "I'm Sam, have you been here this whole time?" she looked at him in confusion. "What whole time? I just woke up like half an hour ago." Sam continued, "You've been here for 5 months." She sobbed louder. "Oh my god my fiancé must be freaking out!" She noticed the other boy. He waved, "Hi I'm Andy. Also freaking out." That's when they heard another person calling out to them. They ran around a few buildings, following the sound. "Hello?", Sam called out. A tough looking African American man in military camo stepped around a corner, followed by a mousy looking goth girl. "Are you guys alright?" Sam asked before adding, "I'm Sam. This is Andy and Ava."
The solider replied with a hesitant nod. "I'm Jake, this is Lily." Sam placed his hands in his coat pockets. "Let me guess. We're all twenty three? And we all have abilities? Started a few months ago?" Jake looked at him. "I have visions. I see things before they happen." Ava nodded her head. "Yeah me too." Andy chimed in excitedly. "Yeah I can put thoughts into people's heads. Like make them do stuff or see things. Made this one dick see gay porn all day." He laughed awkwardly as he looked around at the other's faces. They weren't amused. Lily huffed in anger. "That's great I'd kill for something like that. If I touch people their heart stops. I killed my girlfriend." Sam gave her an apologetic look. "Look, like it or not we're all here so we have to deal with it." Sam said. "Who brought us here?" Andy asked. "It's less of a who and more of a what." They all looked at him. "It's uh…it's a demon." He said. Looking down at the ground.
He explained the whole story about yellow eyes, and what he had planned for them. The others were in shock. "So we are pawns in a demon war to start the apocalypse? That's a bunch of bullshit man." Jake stated, anger in his voice. "If we are all gathered here…it's starting." Jake walked off, determined to leave town. Thunder could be heard in the distance. He passed what seemed like an old school building. A little girl's face appeared in the window. He opened the door, walking in he could hear a young girl giggling. "Hello?" he called out, hearing a noise behind him he turned to see a girl with nails like needles. She advanced on him. Sam ran into the room, finding an iron fire poker he swung, black smoke burst out flying off from the room. "Just so you know. That was a demon." Sam said. They stepped out to join the others. "I'm not sure but I think that thing was an Achiri, a demon that disguises itself as a little girl." They walked around the town. Searching for anything that might help them figure out where they were. A well stood in the center of town. A tree much like the tree of life sculpted onto it. "Cold oak, North Dakota. A town so haunted all the residents fled." Sam said.
The others looked around at each other. At Sam's suggestion they searched the town. They had collected some salt from one of the houses, the iron poker, and a few other things. They met in front of one of the houses, huddling inside. As Sam did a head count his brow furrowed. Worry written on his face. Lily was missing. A girlish giggle was heard outside just before the sound of wood breaking. They ran out on the porch to see Lily hanging from a noose from a giant windmill. They hid inside the house. Pouring salt in the window sills and at the bottom of door frames. Standing with Andy in the adjoining room Sam pulled his phone out once again checking for service. "I'd give anything for a working phone…my brother…he'd know what to do." Andy looked over at him. "You uh, you may not need one. I've never tried it long distance before but uh…Do you have anything of his on you?" Sam blushed. "Yeah uh. Me. Last thing before I got here he handed me something." He said in an attempt to cover. "Ok." Andy gripped Sam's hand, his brow raising in curiosity as his eyes met Sam's. Apparently when Andy touched people he got flashes of things from their lives. He saw them inside the impala. Sam's naked body gliding up and down in Dean's lap. Gripping the fabric of his shirt. Dean's head tipped back, mouth open, panting. Flashes of skin rubbing skin. Static images of needy movement. "Um…that's some heavy touching dude…don't worry I won't tell the others." His words were true. Even if his face wore disgust.
Dean and Bobby stood at the hood of the impala. A map placed out on top of her. "This is it. All the demonic signs and omens over the past month." Bobby said as he pointed to the map. It was blank. Void of his usual circled places and scribbled notes. Dean sighed. "There's nothing. I mean how are we supposed to look for Sam what do we just close our eyes and point?" Dean's phone rang. The sounds of 'Thunderstruck' taking him back to Sam riding him in the front seat the night before. He broke inside. He pulled it from his coat pocket. "Ash what you got?" The voice on the other end was nervous. Afraid. "Ok listen I got a big negatory on Sam." "Well come on man you gotta have something!" Dean was erratic, his fidgeting out of control. He paced the side of the road. "Look man I got something. But I can't talk on this line, get here. Make time." Ash hung up the phone. He got into the impala. Baby speeding off towards the roadhouse. Bobby following close behind in his truck. The place was burned to ground. They searched the rubble. Ash was dead. Ellen was missing. Dean leaned against baby's hood. "How the hell are we gonna find Sam?" he yelled out. "We'll find him." Bobby said comfortingly. Dean placed his palm to his head. He groaned, shaking his head. "Ugh…fuckin headache. Must be the stress. Could of swore I saw something." Bobby looked curious. "What like a vision? Like Sam gets?" Dean eyed him. "No man come on I'm not some psychic." He doubled over falling to his knees. Clutching his head as his eyes rolled back. "Dean!" Bobby raced to his side. A grainy image of Sam standing in front of a large bell flashed before his eyes. "You with me?" he said as Dean seemed to be settling down. "Yeah, I saw him. I saw Sam." Bobby perked up. "So it was a vision." "Dean nodded, clutching his head. "God that was about as fun as being kicked in the jewels." He joked. Inside he was screaming. This is what it had been like for Sam the past year. He would murder that yellow eyed bastard. "What did you see?" Bobby asked. "Uh a bell. Like a big bell with a tree on it." Bobby smiled. "I know where Sam is."
Sam and Jake were busy breaking prices of iron off an old wheel to use as weapons. Sam was hammering at it. Jake pulled a piece clean off like it were nothing. "I uh…I'm not super man or nothing. Kinda freaks me out." He said. Sam nodded in understanding. "I appreciate what you're doing. Keeping calm for them even though you're totally freaked. I know the look." Sam's smile faded. "Want to know the truth? I got this brother, right? He's always telling me he's going to watch out for me. That everything's going to be ok. Like I've been telling them. I don't know if I believe it this time." They were one in the same in that moment. Understanding that death was near. Both of them could be dead by dawn. "It only matters that they believe it."
Later they were inside one of the houses. Pouring salt in the windows and doors. Sam was dozing off in a chair in the corner. That's when it happened. Azazel stepped into the room. Sam screamed out for Jake to turn around. No one could hear him. "Come on Sam. I think it's time we take a little walk." He followed Azazel outside. "I'm gonna rip you to shreds I fucking swear! Where's Dean?" Sam yelled at him. "Awww sweet Sammy. Don't worry about you're pitbull. I'm trying to help you. You're my favorite. Trust me, in a moment you'll be glad you aren't in that house right now." Sam's face had never bore a look so dark and hateful. "You killed my parents. And Jessica." Azazel sighed. "Poor sweet Jessica. You were all set to marry that girl. Pop out a couple kids. To bad she had to find out after she died that you cheated on her while she was pinned to that ceiling. Her fear smelled so sweet. Like honey. But I couldn't let you. Needed you on the road…" He elbowed Sam in a knowing type of way. "With you're brother." He snapped his fingers as Sam lunged at him. Sam bolted awake to the sound of Jake calling out his name. He was standing outside in front of the house. Ava was missing. They searched the town. Leaving Andy behind incase she returned safe. Minutes later she walked into the living room with him. Dragging a finger to break the salt line on the window. As she pressed her fingers to her temples in concentration black smoke poured in through the window. He never saw it coming. The Achiri ripping his heart out before fading away. She smiled before screaming out loud. Sam burst into the room. "Ava what happened?" he searched the room. Stepping over Andy's body with sadness in his eyes. Finding the salt line break. His sadness shifting to anger. "Ava. That line wasn't broken when I left. What did you do?" She backed away from him.
"Are you saying that I did this?" He advanced on her. "You're the only one with all that time you can't account for? Why?" She sighed. Her act wasn't fooling him. "I've been here a long time Sam. And people just keep showing up. Special kids like us. I'm the undefeated heavy weight champ." She placed her fingers to her temples just as Jake came up behind her. Snapping her neck. Letting her limp body fall to the floor. The two remaining not making eye contact. They stepped out side. Sam pleaded with Jake to leave with him. To hunt Azazel with him. It was a truce as they laid their weapons on the ground as a sign that they wouldn't turn on each other. Sam Winchester's down fall was that he always saw the good in everyone. Jake punched him, sending him flying back through a wooden fence. He kicked twice, hard into Jake's calf as the man advanced on him. Tripping him up. Sam rose to his feet. A super human punch breaking his shoulder, the crunch of bone echoing in the night. But the Winchester's were no push overs. Sam's legs were powerful from years of hunting, training, and sparing with Dean. Sam kicked Jake three times. The last one sending him hard to the ground. A loud thump sounding as his back hit. He picked up Jake's iron rod slamming it into the side of his head as the man stood up sending him back down to the earth. He raised his arm, poised to strike. One strike and it would be over. Azazel would win. Sam softened. Dropping it to the ground. "SAM!" Dean's voice echoed in the distance. He turned around. Walking away, clutching his broken arm as Dean and Bobby stepped out onto the road leading into the town.
"Sam!" Dean yelled out, dropping his flash light. "Dean!" Sam called back, his face warm with love. A man was running up behind Sam. Dean gasped in fear, he'd been here before. "SAM LOOK OUT! NO!", he screamed at the top of his lungs. Running towards his brother as Jake stabbed Sam in the back with his own knife before running off into the night. Sam was in his arms just before he started to fall. They sank to the ground together. Bobby giving chase to Jake. "It's ok Sammy you're gonna be fine." He placed his hand to the wound on Sam's back, pulling up to see it covered in blood. "Hey it's not even that bad I'm gonna take care of you. That's my job right? Take care of my pain in the ass little brother." Sam chocked on his own blood, spitting it onto Dean's shirt as he spoke. "De…love you." It was weak the weakest thing the other man had ever heard. "Shh baby boy don't talk ok. I'm gonna take care of you. I'm right here. Huh? Remember? Forever and always right?" Sam coughed a few more times. Blood pouring out of his mouth. "I got you. We're gonna grow old together, right. Two old fucks in our rocking chairs. Right?" Sam's eyes rolled into the back of his head, his body going limp in Dean's arms. He pulled Sam away enough to look at his face. "Sammy!" he was gone. Dean pulled his brother back into his arms. "No no no!" his hand was on the back of Sam's head, fingers running through his hair in a loving way. "Oh god…" his face distorted in pain. He rocked his brother in his arms. Tears pouring down his face.
Dean rocked Sam for well over an hour. His body starting to go cold. Dean's face blank. Empty. Utterly consumed by earth shattering nothingness. The only sounds were falling rain over Dean's repeated chanting of, "I love you." Bobby walked out of the woods. He stepped up beside the boys, reaching out as if to place a hand on Sam's shoulder. "NO! Don't touch him. He's fine. Ok, he's just sleeping." Dean eyed Bobby like a rabid beast. Bobby fell to his knees, head hung down.
The old man had watched as the only living Winchester lay his brother's body down on the cold wet earth, cradling his head in his lap. Watched as the sun rose. As the earliest morning shadows cast themselves upon the world. Seen them move across the ground as time passed. As Dean ran his fingers through shaggy silken hair. Ran his thumb across pale lips. Caressed the skin of cheeks that had lost all color. Pressed the heat of his lips to cold unresponsive ones. Bobby listened as heart wrecked sobs filled the cold silent air with a sadness that would blot out the sun. Leaving the universe a cold dead thing. This was the force that was the Winchester's love. Pure and clean, even in death. The old man wiped tears from his eyes as he checked his watch. Just past five pm. The late winter sun would set soon. He leaned before his son. With cat like reflexes Dean pulled his Colt from behind his back, the shick-shick sound of the slide jamming one into the chamber echoing. One hand cradling Sam's head, the other aiming between the old man's eyes as he leaned over his brother, protectively. Possessively. All in one fluid swift motion. Like breathing. The look in his eyes that of a mother wolf shielding her pup. If looks could kill…well. "Don't touch him." Bobby took a step back. "I only meant…son…don't you think he'd rest more comfortable inside?" An eternity passed before Dean lowered the gun, leaning back up to a kneeling position, brushing hair out of Sam's eyes. Bobby moved to assist in picking the body up, jumping back with hands raised as he once again was staring down the barrel of a gun. "I said don't touch him. Try it again and I'll put you down."
Dean leaned against the doorway of a bedroom in one of the old run down houses. He stared down at Sam's body laying on a filthy old mattress. Which had long since gone stiff. The autolysis stage had begun. No doubt his internal organs had already begun to decompose. Bobby walked through the front door, holding a bucket of chicken. "Dean? Come on son I brought you this back." Dean didn't even turn. Couldn't even blink. "No thanks, I'm fine." Bobby watched his back. He was standing slump, his body language screaming agony. "You should eat something." Dean's voice was sharp, harsh. "I said I'm fine." He slowly turned away from Sam. Standing next to Bobby. Opening a large bottle of whiskey, downing half. Bobby was quiet, he hesitated to speak. "Dean…I hate to bring this up. I really do. But it's been two days. Don't you think it's time we…bury Sam?" Dean turned his head to face the old man, his eyes were that of a stone cold killer. "No." Dean sat down on a chair at the table. "I want you to come with me son. I don't think you should be alone. Something big is coming, end of the world big." Dean slammed the bottle down onto the table, spilling some of the amber liquid out. "We'll then let it end!" he screamed. Bobby was stunned, seeing the darkness Sam had spoke of consuming his surrogate son. 'I said don't touch him. Try it again and I'll put you down.' With out Sam, all light had drained from Dean's soul. "You don't mean that." Bobby spoke more to himself than his boy. Dean rose from the table so fast the chair fell, sliding across the floor. He was in Bobby's face in an instant. That black energy peering out through his stormy green eyes. "You don't think so? Huh? You don't think I've given enough?" Bobby couldn't look him in the eye.
Dean tipped his head towards Sam. "You don't think I've paid enough? I'm done with all of it. And if you knew what was good for you, you'd get the hell out of here." Bobby didn't move. Dean shoved him back, yelling at him. "Go!" there was a struggle within him, fighting to keep control. "I'm sorry." His eyes were searching for the proper emotion. Trying to fight feeling at all. His voice cracked, holding back from allowing tears to surface. "Please just go…just leave us alone." Bobby sighed, walking away. You know where I'll be." Once alone, he let it go, unable to look at Sam as the tears broke free, falling warmly down his face.
Dean had moved a chair into the room so he could sit with Sam. He'd been there so long with out moving that night had fallen upon the earth. The black lonely night eating its way into him with out the warm felling of Sam's long lanky arms wrapped around him. Tears streaming down his eyes as he spoke softly to his brother. His voice cracked with an ache so deep it was backbreaking. "I had one job….and I screwed it up…and for that I'm sorry." He wiped the tears from his eyes. "Guess that's just what I do…I let Dad down…I let you down…how am I supposed to live with that? Live with out you…". The tears flowed more freely, his hands shaking. "What am I supposed to do Sammy?" He stood. His whole body shaking with rage and pain that needed to be released. He screamed at the top of his lungs. "WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!" There it was. The thing he'd somehow forgotten until now. 'When the time comes you'll know what you have to do, you've already found the means to do so.' He rose from the chair. Once inside the impala he sped down the road. 'It…was you.' Mississippi was just over 18 hours away.
Dean covered the small box he placed into the earth with dirt as he stood in the middle of a crossroads. The beautiful dark haired, red eyed woman appeared once again before him. But this time it wasn't a game, no trap. "Oh Dean it's so good to see you again." She purred at him. His voice was deep, hatred laced the tip of his tongue. "My soul for Sammy's life. And in ten years you can collect. Sam gets to live a long normal life. That's the deal on the table. Take it or another demon will." She raised a brow at him. "You must be joking." He clenched his fist. "It's the same deal you give everybody else." "But why would I want to give you anything? You can keep your filthy soul it's tarnished. Ruined by your indulgence of your years in the sin of carnal knowledge of your brother." He gave her a look of pure disgust. "Five years or no deal." She turned to walk away from him. "Make sure you bury Sam before he starts to stink." He spun around facing her back. "Wait! What do I have to do?" She faced him once again. "Look I shouldn't be doing this Azazel has ordered zero deals be made with a Winchester or else it's death. I'll give you a year. Sam gets a long normal life. But only if you promise to keep me safe from Azazel when the time comes. What do you say?" Dean didn't even hesitate. He pressed his lips to hers, sealing the deal with a kiss. He broke away, wiping his lips with the back of his hand, spitting the taste of her out. "You know we're not so different. You and I." She eyed him with a look he couldn't place. Something almost human. "I'm nothing like you. Filthy bitch." Whatever the light in her eye was, it disappeared with his words. "It's Regina. And you'll do well to remember that Winchester." She watched his back as he walked away. Asking a Winchester for sanctuary? Unbelievable. However this single moment changed everything. She'd altered the future by giving him a year. He was only supposed to have a single night. A contract between hunter and demon. Shifting the path of the universe.