A/N: I think everyone has been waiting for this chapter, I hope I did it justice. Sam let's Dean see his memories of what happened to him and we learn Dean's reaction. Thank you for taking this journey with me and I hope you are enjoying the drama and brotherly moments. Review would be great. NC
Chapter 4
Dean watched as Sam reached a hand toward him and touched fingers to his temple, holding them there and pressing lightly into his skin. He could feel Sam's cool fingers tremble slightly and rested his warm hand over Sam's other hand laying in his lap to assure him it was okay. Not sure what to expect next, he studied Sam as he closed his eyes and relaxed more into the pillows behind him. His breathing evened out and suddenly things changed, almost freaking Dean out, but he didn't break his connection with Sam. The scene in front of him faded away and he saw Sam walk out the motel door to head for the bus station. He was afraid to move for fear of losing the image. It was like watching a motion picture in his mind. He was seeing Sam's memories play out before him through his eyes and wondered how he learned to do that.
Sam walked down the street away from the motel and entered the station to buy a ticket for California. He watched him head back outside and to a bench to sit down. Time flipped forward in the blink of an eye and all he saw was Sam being hit on the head and things went blank as blackness filled his mind for a moment before images began to form again.
Another image started taking shape of Sam waking up in a cell with no windows and only one door into it. He watched as Sam scoured the room and moved around, noticing he was chained by the ankle to the wall. Dean frowned with this scene, not sure what to make of it. He didn't see who had taken Sam and waited as the images fast forwarded through time. They slowed long enough to see a man dressed in a suit come in with a tray that had food on it and leave it. Dean was confused since the suit guy didn't look like a kidnapper. He looked more like a banker or accountant.
Images began to move faster, and he couldn't see them all, but he got the gist of Sam being kept in the cell and food was brought to him twice a day. He couldn't tell how much time had passed that Sam was chained in the cell. They slowed down again, and two men came in and unchained Sam to take him from the room. He watched Sam being led down several halls before being brought into a room and pushed roughly into a chair and tied in place. Dean's anger was building that Sam was being treated like this. It wasn't long before two other men came into the room and Dean listened to the conversation playing out in front of him. He didn't recognize any of these kidnappers and was trying to figure out why they would take Sam.
"Hello Sam, it's finally good to meet you," the leader addressed him as he moved to stand in front of him.
"Go to hell," Sam sneered back, not wanting to show any signs of weakness or fear.
"Funny, since we're already there," he chuckled blinking his eyes and looking back at Sam.
Dean sucked in a short breath when he saw the man had yellow eyes. This was the Demon they had been looking for all this time. He was the one who kidnapped Sam and wondered what his intentions were for his brother. Dean clenched his free hand into a fist and the other holding Sam's hand tightened slightly over it, the longer he watched and listened to their conversation.
"What do you want with me?" Sam asked in a strong voice. "Are you trying to lay a trap for my Dad? If so, he's not going to fall for it."
"Your Dad has nothing to do with why you are here Sam. I chose you before you were born. Well, I chose your mother and she made a deal with me. Too bad she had to interrupt me that night in your nursery," he told him as he walked around Sam.
"What do you mean? My Mom made a deal with you? She would never do that!" Sam insisted vehemently.
"Oh, but she did to save poor, dead John. Shall I show you?" the yellow eyed demon asked Sam. He snapped his fingers and Sam wrists were freed.
This was almost more than Dean could handle. Their Mom had made a deal? Dad had been killed all those years ago? He was suddenly transported with Sam to a clearing where a body lay on the ground and a young woman, he was sure was their Mom, knelt beside him crying helplessly. An older man with yellow eyes was talking to her and suddenly they were kissing and within seconds John was moaning and moving and the older man toppled over dead from being stabbed in the stomach. Mary pulled John into her arms, sobbing pitifully as John wrapped his arms around her not sure what had happened.
The image changed quickly again, and they were back in the room. Yellow Eyes was talking again, but he wasn't making sense to Dean.
"Well, you see, you're one of my special children and I have plans for you. Unfortunately, I've had to adjust my schedule and you are going to help me."
"I'll never help you! Go ahead, you might as well kill me, but I'll never do what you want."
"I can remedy that, Gerald if you will," the demon instructed one of his minions.
Dean watched in horror as black smoke poured from the one called Gerald's mouth, letting his body drop to the floor and flew toward his brother and into him. He jerked away from Sam's fingers and looked at him in disbelief and doubt, seeing tears in Sam's haunted eyes as they began to run down his face. Sam had been kidnapped by demons and one had possessed him. He couldn't help himself when he whispered, "Christo," to see if his eyes changed to black. He was sure he wasn't possessed, but couldn't take any chances, and let the breath he was holding out when Sam's eyes remained hazel.
"I'm not possessed now Dean," Sam told him quietly, his voice hitched, while looking down at his clenched hands trying to get them to unfold. "This keeps it from happening to me now. You need to get one too," He pulled his tee shirt neck down far enough to reveal the anti-possession tattoo above his heart.
Dean had noticed the tattoo when Sam stepped from the bathroom and wondered what it was. He hadn't mentioned it yet but planned on asking about it. He was trying to wrap his mind around what he had seen and was amazed and unsure of how Sam was doing this, putting his memories in his head. It had to be some type of psychic ability but how did Sam get these and why hadn't they showed up before now. Other questions popped into his mind, but he didn't ask them, not yet. He was sure there was more for him to see and hoped he could make it through this. Dean could tell this was hard on Sam too by the anguished, pained look in his wet eyes.
"Do you want to stop?" Sam asked cautiously when he saw Dean's reactions to seeing a demon possess him. He was a little relieved to see he wasn't looking at him in fear or horror like he thought he would be. What he saw was concern, worry, and that brotherly look he had seen his whole life that was meant to give him support and show he cared.
"No, I want to see it," he told Sam in a serious tone. "I need to see the rest."
Sam only nodded and allowed Dean to take his hand and press his fingers back to his temple, keeping his hand over Sam's as assurance. Sam went back into a semitrance as he sent more images into Dean's mind. There were some he didn't want Dean to see and suppressed them. Dean stilled himself and let his mind relax accepting the images Sam was sending him. He listened and watched the Demon talk to Sam before he left him with the other three.
"You know what needs to be done, so get to it," Azazel ordered before leaving the room, pausing at the doorway to look back at his followers. "I will be back, and I expect results."
"Nothing to worry about sir, we will be sure to have them," Gerald replied. "Guess might as well get this over with," he sighed going to the table that had a cup sitting on it. "Down the hatch Sammy boy." He picked up the cup of blood and drained it, grimacing at the taste. "Glad I'm not having to do this all the time."
The demon walked Sam back to the cell and left his body, causing Sam to fall, panting on the floor of the cell. Time moved forward again, and Sam was taken back to the room where he was possessed again and made to drink more of whatever was in those cups. There was more this time and Dean was at a loss to what it could be.
"Guess we should get him back to his cell until the next dose," one of the guards commented.
"Yeah, you're right I guess, but wouldn't it be fun to do something with this body just to irritate him?"
"You heard the Boss; I wouldn't advise it if you want to keep living."
"Let's get this over with," Gerald sighed going to the table and downing twice as much blood as the first time. "Don't see why we can't just load him up on demon blood and see what happens. This is getting boring really fast."
Dean heard the words demon blood and stiffened as he realized what was in the cups that the demon was making Sam drink. Every time the demon possessed Sam, more blood was given to him and then he was taken back to his cell to be released, sometimes passing out, and other times struggling to the cot to drop onto it and curling up, his body trembling uncontrollably. Dean lost count of the times Sam was possessed and made to drink the blood as Sam moved quickly through them not wanting to linger since it was basically a repeat each time.
The scene slowed and Dean studied Sam and realized something was happening to him. He could tell he became more aware, more alive again, as if an invisible force was taking over and powering Sam. He wondered if this was where the tables shifted and now Sam was going to be the controller. He knew his brother well enough to know when his super smart brain was working on overdrive.
Sam lingered on the scene where he became aware of his powers just to let Dean see what had happened. He opened his eyes into slits to look at Dean as he tried to maintain a neutral facial expression. Sam saw him clench his jaw and his lips thinned into a tight line. He could feel Dean's hand tighten over his own as his body stiffened. Dean saw several demons fall around Sam before he moved on to the Yellow Eyed Demon and his destruction.
"Sam, nice you could join me," he said turning around and sipping on a drink he had in his hand. "I wondered how long it would take for you to develop into a child of mine."
"I am not your child and I will never be!" Sam hissed in disgust as he stepped on into the room. He saw movement in his peripheral vision and looked at the two demons that were advancing toward him. He stared at them for a moment, before they fell gagging to the floor and stilled.
"I am impressed. You're learning faster than I expected. We are going to make a great team, you and me. We will take over the world once my army is freed and you will be leading it for me. It was so good of your father and brother to train you as a hunter to prepare you for this. You know, I'll have to thank them some day."
"Oh, there will be no you and me here. I will never lead your demon army or do anything else for you," Sam stated in no uncertain terms. "The only thing I will do is kill you."
"You may think you're strong Sam, but I am stronger," he gloated in delight as he snapped his fingers. "I've been around for a long time and you...Well you are newly born so to speak. You've not even had time to really test yourself, have you?"
Dean watched his brother as Sam faced off against Yellow Eyes by himself and couldn't help but be proud of him. He didn't know how, but Sam had fought him and won. That was a victory all in its own right and he needed to tell him that. Dean turned his thoughts back to the scene when heard the Demon talking about Sam.
"No Sam, I saved you from a life of boredom. I gave you a chance to be something great, to be a leader, maybe even the next king," Azazel said. "I know you Sam, even before you were born. You were destined to follow this path I started for you. I've been watching you all your life, waiting for the right time to take you. I could feel the powers inside of you even when you were innocent and young. All you have to do is embrace them Sammy, be who you truly are and quit hiding in your brother's shadow. Too bad you didn't make it to college," he chuckled seeing Sam frown with this tidbit of news. "What? You didn't think I knew about you running off to college? It was perfect timing actually."
Dean listened to the Demon mention Sam's powers and how he gave them to him and how he had been watching Sam even before he was born. He didn't understand what he was talking about, Sam being king, king of what and what demon army was he talking about. He filed away all his questions and hoped Sam would answer them so he could understand what had happened to him. He had a feeling there were some things Sam wasn't showing him and wondered if he would tell him.
"You can't do this, I created you!" Azazel yelled.
Sam was trying to show Dean the highlights of what happened and not go into detail all that transpired. He was giving him the cliff notes version and was sure he would be grilled afterwards by Dean.
"Now, let's finish this; I need a shower," Sam said.
Dean saw the Demon grimacing in pain and wail in agony as Sam did something, but all he saw was him clenching his hand into a fist as he stared intently at Yellow Eyes. Suddenly, the meatsuits were falling around Sam as he watched Yellow Eyes slump to the floor, and he could tell he was dead. Dean couldn't feel the force released from Sam but saw the results.
The images faded and Dean knew Sam was done, that was all he would show him. He felt Sam's hand go limp in his own and let it drop from his temple and watched Sam slowly open his eyes to look at him. He saw it all in his pain filled eyes and understood now how much Sam had suffered.
Sam didn't continue with how he got out of Hell or where we went afterwards, thinking this was more than enough for Dean to handle right now. He didn't want to explain his actions and why he didn't contact him as soon as he was free. That could be for another day or maybe not at all. He would play the rest by ear if Dean questioned him about it. For now, he felt drained and weak with what he had done so Dean could see it for himself.
Dean didn't need to say anything as he pulled Sam into his arms and hugged him tightly. It was horrendous what had happened to his brother and he didn't know how he survived the ordeal. Dean felt Sam stiffen and try to pull away from him, so he spoke softly to him, "I got ya Sammy," and felt Sam's stiff body collapse into him. Dean could feel Sam trembling uncontrollably and heard his sobs as he moved a hand to his neck to massage it and the other to rub his back. "It's going to be okay," he mumbled into his ear. "I'm here and I'm not going anywhere."
He rocked slowly back and forth, not willing to let him go. Dean would hold him as long as Sam would let him because that was all he could do for him right now. There was nothing he could do to take away any of what Sam had been put through by the demons. The only thing he was happy about was they were dead. His heart ached and the pizza he ate for dinner felt like stones in his stomach as it churned, and he fought the need to throw up. Tears filled his eyes and dripped down his face, but he didn't move a hand to wipe them away. Dean didn't want to let this moment go. This was so much more horrible than he ever imagined, and he was not going to let Sam deal with it alone any longer.
Sam wasn't sure how Dean was going to react to what he had seen and was surprised when he pulled him into his embrace. He tried to pull away feeling it was wrong until he heard those four words, 'I got ya Sammy,' being whispered in his ear. He couldn't stop the flood of emotions being released from him as he clung to his brother like he was his only lifeline in a sea of turmoil. Sam could feel the gentle touch of his brother as he tried to comfort him and show he was there for him. All of Sam's fear and trepidations about how Dean would react were vanished. He stayed huddled warmly in Dean's arms feeling again the safety they represented for him all his life.