Smell
By 7sTar
Author's Notes: This is the last chap of this story…I'm glad I finish it. Thank all you guys who like it.
Category: Drama/Humor/ Supernatural
Rating: T
Disclaimer: I don't own Supernatural or Sam and Dean, I just write this for fun. Please don't sue me.
Chap9 Love Makes Us Together
"Sweetie!" Sam flipped up on his feet, threw out his right leg to kick as hard as he could at Sara's belly. Sara let go of the knife and stepped backwards, her bandage on the hand was torn by Swee. There were just black bones of her left hand, almost burnt up and the wound was spreading when the hand touched the air. Sara took her hand back, covered it with the robe on her body, fear flashed over her eyes.
Sam and Swee caught the inconspicuous fear in her eyes. Swee exchanged eyes with Sam who nodded to her saying, "I know what hurt her! The flavors in your shampoo." "Good, it's used to keep the devil away in some oriental countries." Swee blinked and jumped with Sam at the same time, Swee to Sara and Sam to the bathroom. Sara read their ideas; her right hand became sharp claw to seize Sam. Swee cut it off and held the ghost with her whole strength.
"Bitch!" Sara cursed. Her broken tongue winded Swee's neck and her claw stung her coat. Swee struggled from her attack, felt hard to breath and the hard claw touching her skin.
Sam took the shampoo out, splashed it at Sara who burst into screaming when the beads touched her. She shot more green smoke to Sam, who held his breath and stepped forward to near them continuing to squeeze out shampoo on the monster's body. Sara began to shrink as the shampoo fell more and more on her skin.
Sam dragged Swee back from the burning monster. "Sam, go on!" Swee yelled when she saw Sam stared at Sara's eyes, seemed lost in here eyes.
"Sam, don't look at her eyes!" Swee punched Sam in the stomach, took over the shampoo, shot at Sara's eyes. With a terrible screaming Sara burnt with green fire then disappeared slowly leaving a word, "You'll never rescue Dean!"
Sam shook his head to clear his eyes.
"Sam," Swee grabbed his hand, "It's Ok now. We must find Dean."
"Where is he? What's that words mean?"
"I don't know, Sam. Now tell me about your nightmare, all."
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Rachael felt something strange, really terrible. She cried out, "Sara!"
"What?" asked Dean, who felt him turning slowly into numb in the darkness.
"Sara's disappearing," green tears sliding from her eyes, "They killed her. I can feel it."
"They? Sam and Swee?" Dean looked at her, a little uncomfortable while a little happy in his heart, "If she died, can I go home?"
"No, you're lost!"
"And you? Wanna kill me to revenge?"
"No. I'll go with her," Rachael smiled, put her hand on her chest and excavate her heart, "I'll come along with her, forever."
"Hey! What should I do?" Dean reached out his hand to catch her, but she began to become green smoke and vanished in front of his eyes. "Love, love can bring you out." That is the last word Dean heard. Then just left him, his breath, his heart beating in the silent water face.
"Damn!" Dean cursed, found even colder and darker than before. He couldn't help trembling because he thought he smelt the odor of the death, thicker and thicker. He's biting his bottom lip to convincing himself that's just his imagination until he tasted the salt blood on his mouth. "Damn! I hate it! I hate nothing to fight! Sam, where are you? I'm here! Here!"
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"So you saw Dean in my bed?"
Sam nodded, "But he's not now."
"I think he's still here," Swee looked at her own bed, deep in thought.
"What do you mean?"
"Sam, Dean's hidden, somewhere we don't know and see, but only you can take him back!"
"Why?" Sam scratched his hair, "And how?"
"Sorry, I don't know," Swee bite her bottom lip, "I even know nothing about the ghosts."
"I can't lose him!" Sam said slowly, choked up with tears full of his tender eyes, "We must find our dad together and find out the killers of our mom and Jessica together."
"I'm sorry, Sam" Swee sighed wrapping her arm around him, "He'll be ok. He'll come back."
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"Sammy, if death is one of our fates, I'll take it. But I hope you far away from it." Dean murmured to himself thinking of the days they spent together, "I hope you live in a normal safe life as you expected. I'd die for you only if you're safe." He took his necklace from his neck fingering it,"I should have given it you. It can protect you when I'm not by your side."
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"Swee, you know," Sam walked over to the bed and sat on the edge of it, "I love him, but I NEVER told him." He raised his eyes at Swee, tears full of them.
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At the same time, Dean said to himself, "Sammy, I love you." He stood in the cold, dark, silent space, shouting, "I love you, Sam! I must get out protecting you, my little bro!"
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"Sam!" Swee cried out dragging Sam fell on the floor when a large light shining behind him.
"What's that?" Sam yelled cuddling Swee under his body, looked back at the lights, "It's back! It didn't die!"
"I don't think so," Swee said as the lights vanished in a few seconds, "It's a miracle."
"Dean!" Sam exclaimed as he saw someone lying in the bed. He rose up striding to the bed, picked up the body on the bed, crazily shaking it, "Dean, It's you! Wake up!"
"Hey, buddy, you're holding my breath," Dean said raucously, like waken from a dream, "Save your strength to hunt."
Swee rolled her eyes at the hugging brothers, "I'll leave you two alone." She went out, closed the door then opened it again winking at them, "I bet you'll quarrel 5 minutes later!"
"I bet you in trouble explaining the lights and screaming to your neighbors! " Dean pissed her off.
"Not hard,"she smiled to them, "We're rehearsing family drama, aren't we?"
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Sam walked up to Jessica's grave with flowers. Dean and Swee followed him far behind.
"I…um…,"Sam laughed to himself, "you always said roses were…were lame so I brought you uh." He looked down at the flowers.
Dean and Swee stopped when Sam stopped and looked at the small picture of Jessica that was on her gravestone.
Sam sighed and choked back tears. "Jess…oh God…I should have protected you. I should have told you the truth." He went to set the flowers on the stone, deep in thoughts. There's no arm reaching up out of grave and grabbing his wrist as in his nightmare.
"Our little Sammy's damn hot in the shirt and suit, huh?" Dean turned his eyes from his bro to Swee, cackling with laughter out of frame.
"He's always, isn't he?"
Dean rolled his eyes with a smirk, thinking of another theme, "So he stole a car? Ha-hah."
"I'll kick your ass if you mention this to him!" Swee warned, squeezing his arm, "And I mean it."
"You're obsessed with my ass?" Dean drawled with a slick smile.
"Shut up!" She gave him a dirty look and walked over to Sam who was putting Jessica's bracelet on her tombstone.
"I was afraid to see her before," Sam rose up turning his eyes to Swee.
"I know, the nightmares!"
"I felt guilty for her."
"Don't, Sam, the feeling will wilder you!"
"Yeah, now I'm easy." He smiled.
"Guys, ready to go?" Dean asked.
"Sure," Swee and Sam spoke at the same time.
The End.
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I used the scene in the beginning of "Wendigo" which I think Sam never visited Jess's grove, so I let it come true.