Dean stared up at the ceiling as the bed underneath him vibrated, making his entire body vibrate as well. His eyes were completely black, he didn't see a reason to keep them hidden, and just laid on the bed, uncaring about everything else around him.
At some point the bed stopped vibrating and with a single thought Dean restarted it, not needing to add another quarter. He hadn't put a quarter in the first time and there was no reason to do so.
His fingers were a bit sticky and he brought them up, sucking at them and carefully wiping the blood off of them with his tongue. His latest capture was already cooling off in the corner of the room, he hadn't had the strength to find a warehouse today. He just cut their vocal cords first and then did what he had to do, harvesting their soul and putting it in a jar.
He didn't have the energy or strength to do anything really. Nothing gave him any pleasure anymore. Not eating, not sleeping, not even jerking off.
He'd never been alone like this. Those couple years before Sammy he had...her and then after that he always, always, had Sammy. Holding onto him as a baby or sleeping curled around him, Sammy was always there and was always less than an arm's length away.
They've been apart now for about two weeks and Dean was about to lose his goddamn mind. He'd never even thought they'd be apart like this ever and not only that but Sammy was in the enemies territory.
Dean groaned under his breath as the bed vibrated on a hard spot, turning it off mentally and sighing in a bit of relief. He could hear Sammy's voice in his head, teasing him about the vibrating beds, and the thought made him smile for a moment before it disappeared.
He missed Sammy, missed him so damn much that he was sure that if he took his knife, buried it in his chest, and tore his heart out it would hurt less than not having Sammy there.
He toyed with the idea of actually doing so but decided against it, he and Sammy were pretty hard to kill but he was sure that ripping their heart out would kill them.
Maybe.
Sitting up, his entire body felt a bit sore from the vibrations, he rubbed at his eyes, slowly moving to fall against the headboard and wall that supported him.
Dean felt the urge to pick his knife up again and carve into something. The dead body was tempting but his own flesh was even more tempting. He had to distract himself from this somehow because if he didn't he was sure that he was going to die.
Instead he forced himself to get up and stumble to the table. It was a mess of knives and blood stained napkins and bottles. He grabbed at one of them, not bothering to read which one it was, and drank from it, relishing in the slight burn.
This was ridiculous and a part of him knew it, but he also knew that Sam was being affected just like he was. He was just hiding it better because he was in the company of hunters and had a story to keep up and an image to uphold.
He wasn't sure how much longer he could last like this, he mused as he took another pull from the bottle. He was going to snap soon and either he'll end up killing an entire town or just say fuck everything adn goign to get Sammy back from the hunters house.
His thoughts turned to the occupants in the house and he curled his upper lip in disgust at the thought of John Winchester being in the same house as his little brother.
The thought, the very thought of it made him want to explode and take everything in his vicinity with him. He wanted to drag them all down to hell and personally put them on the racks and show them just why he was Alistair's best student.
Suddenly there was a familiar buzzing in the air and Dean almost fell over in relief. He quickly moved to grab the ceremonial bowl from his bag and went to the body, hoping that it still had enough blood. He grinned when once he made a deep enough cut the blood filled the bowl and he cupped it tightly, murmuring the right words to activate it.
"Dean?" came his brothers voice and Dean smiled, feeling the tension leave his body as he carefully set the bowl on the table and sat down.
"Sammy." he whispered. "You have no idea how good it is to hear your voice."
"You too." Sam said, his voice filled with longing for a moment before he cleared his throat. "I have an idea Dean."
"I'm listening." Dean said, curling his hand around the bowl, it was the closest he could get to Sammy at this point.
"The other hunters are looking for Bill Harvelle, he was the hunter we killed in Nebraska." Sam told him. "His wife is here and the other two are apparently good friends of his."
"Was good friends." Dean said with a bit of a grin, sliding his fingers into the blood.
"Was." Sam agreed, he could almost picture the smile on Sams face and it made him smile too. "Here's what I'm thinking, we lead them into a trap, make them think that he's trapped somewhere."
"We'd only get three souls." Dean mused. "But three is better than none."
"Four." Sam corrected him. "They have a daughter too, she's a teenager and I'm planning to bring her in on this too. Apparently she's fighting with her mom about being a hunter and being independent."
"Sammy are you planning on using your charms to seduce her?" Dean teased him. "Get her on your side?"
"Make her think I'm on her side." Sam said, laughing. "She'll be following me and we'll use her to get the others. Besides her soul is young and pure, the purer the better."
"Yeah, makes it a bit stronger for spellwork." Dean mused before he just stared at the bowl. "Sammy you okay?"
Sam was quiet for a moment. "I can't stay here anymore." he finally said. "I can't stand being here and being close to him. Singer was bad enough, he's drowning in alcohol and self sorrow that it makes me choke but him...I can't stand him and it's taking everything I have not to kill him."
"What is he saying?" Dean immediately asked. "Did he say something to you?"
"He's lying about you and...her being possessed, tells anyone that'll listen that a demon possessed you guys and made you leave." Sam said. "But he knows the truth and doesn't care, he doesn't give one damn Dean and it pisses me off."
"I know, I know Sammy." Dean whispered, curling his fingers in the blood.
"I thought that I could handle it, but I was wrong, I can't stand it." Sam continued. "So I'm ending it now."
"Tell me what you need me to do."
"Be more obvious, start getting closer to South Dakota." Sam told him. "I saved a couple things from Harvelles bag and I'd start to plant those things around too, just to get their attention. But don't leave the runes, don't leave the magic, clean that up. We don't want anyone of real power to realize what we're doing."
Dean nodded despite Sam not seeing it, glancing at the body and the room. "I'm on it, I already got someone to start the game with."
"Good." Sam said with another smile. "I'll start talking to the daughter and make the rifts." he let out a deep sigh. "I really fucking miss you."
Dean swallowed hard, curling himself towards the bowl. "Me too Sammy." he whispered. "I can't fucking function without you here."
"We'll be together soon." Sam vowed. "And start thinking of some fun things to do to Winchester."
"Way ahead of you."
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