Chapter 4

Dean was watching his Sammy sleep. For a few hours his sleep is peaceful and then suddenly Sam's body starts convulsing violently. Dean also notices that Sam is sweating. Dean moves over to watch Sam's head and holds it while Sam seizes, making sure his head isn't injured during the seizure. Suddenly Sam wakes up mid-seizure, stops seizing for a second and screams, and Dean stifles a tear. He hates seeing his brother suffer like this. Sam's shaking hand grabs onto Dean's shirt. Sweat is dripping off his hand.

"You okay Sammy?" Dean asks.

Sam shakes his head.

"Not right now, not really," Sam mutters. There is pain and sadness lingering in Sam's eyes.

Dean climbs in the bed and lies beside his brother, in a completely chaste way, holding Sam's head and rocking him like he did when Sam was a little kid. He holds onto his brother and promises him that he doesn't hate him.

Despite this, Sam's body is sick from not having enough demon blood, and Sam starts seizing again. Dean holds Sam down during the seizure in order to protect him as much as he can. As soon as Sam's body falls silent again, tears like a flood start rolling down from Sam's eyes.

"I know it's wrong but I need more so badly. Not just a few drops Dean, it will make the pain go away for thirty minutes, but then it's back, it's not enough to mak it go away," Sam whimpers.

"I only have that little bit left. And I don't think Crowly would give us more anyways," Dean says.

"Okay then give me that. A thirty-minute break is better than the seizures," Sam says.

"Hold out one more hour, okay?" Dean insists.

"Why?" Sam asks.

"Because I said so," Dean said stubbornly. "Besides, once it's gone it's gonna get real bad if we don't find a supply of it until you can get all the way off of it."

Sam shudders and involuntarily starts crying again. Dean gently touches Sam's face.

"Hey, it's okay, it will be okay," Dean says.

But Sam is scared and very mad at himself for giving in and drinking the demon and getting addicted again. He guesses that his mind had never really been healed from the first two times, and he kept wanting it, wanting it, pushing it down, and he broke and drank it and now at least his brother isn't making him go cold turkey. The seizures hurt like hell and his muscles are sore and there are bruises on his body.

Suddenly Sam's body is thrown into the air at the wall of the motel and then smashes onto the ground and then back into the air. As soon as his body lands Dean runs to him and holds him down.

"Make it stop," Sam mutters.

Dean knows that even if he unlocks the safe and gives Sam the blood, shortly afterwards the detoxing would start again. But maybe it would stop the demonic seizures.

Dean gets the vial and hands it to Sam. Sam greedily drinks it all and is so relieved. He sits up and leans against the wall, so relieved. Dean sits next to him and holds his shoulder.

"Will you get me more before it starts again?" Sam asks quietly. "It's not gonna last. Need more, need more."

"Not on time. I might have to tie you down so the seizures don't throw you in the air again, okay? Just until we can trap a demon and get you some. But then you have to promise to try to get off of the stuff for good," Dean says.

"But the power feels so good," Sam says dreamily.

"Do the seizures feel good?" Dean asks.

"Well, no," Sam says.

He doesn't admit that it is almost worth it, to be as powerful as the demons an vampires and things that they hunt. He doesn't just want the blood, he wants the energy, the power, the magic. Why is that so wrong?

"Hey let me show you something," Sam says, grinning. He is high on the last of the vial of Crowly's blood. He telekinetically turns the hotel pillow into a bunch of white fluff and throws it at Dean, laughing.

"That was so not funny. And not fair. I don't have telekinesis." Dean says.

But the two brothers are both laughing anyways, because at least for a while Sam isn't in pain. He is enjoying the power and trying to make light of the situation. In this moment they both realize it will be okay, or at least mostly okay, most of the time. Because the light of their souls was stronger than the blackness of the demons.

And shouldn't the good guys have the power for once? Why not? Sam and Dean fall asleep with their arms around each other. They drift off into peaceful sleep, though ominously knowing that this is the calm before the storm. Sam will get strong enough to fight Lucifer, and Michael, well, a lot of people always thought he was one of the good guys, God's most holy knight. Guess that wasn't true either. The two brothers would re-write the rules together. They would hold on, as long as the world was there to hold onto.

To be continued...

(A/N: sorry this chapter was so short. Inspiration is dry so review and let me know what you think and I'll write another chapter as soon as I can especially if you like it.)