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Title: Thoughtless Memories

Chapter Title: Chapter Eight: Clear

Set After: Asylum

Summary: Dean thought Sam hated him. What better way to say 'I love you' like rock salt in the chest, right? He thought he couldn't feel any worse pain than he had when his brother spat those words at him, then shot him... But one day Sam was attacked while Dean went out for coffee... And he found something worse than that pain. "Sam? You okay?" "Um... Do I know you?" Now Dean's fighting to save his only brother... and his memories... But will he make it in time?

Warnings: Attack; loss; betrayal

"Woah, Jess," Sam said, jumping back slightly.

"What?" Dean asked, turning around.

"Her eyes just flashed red," Sam said, standing up quickly. Dean set down the laptop and slowly made his way over to the two.

"No, I'm not evil," Jess said quickly. "I'm not. You guys don't understand."

"Then explain it to us," Dean said, crossing his arms.

"I can show you," Jess whispered, looking down at the ground. "I can show you Mary's memory on the night she died..." She looked up at the two. "Then... Then I can show you my memory... From the night I died."

"Doesn't explain why your eyes flashed red."

"You're going to have to sit down for this one..." Jess said, smiling innocently.

Dean sighed, rolling his eyes. He sat down on the couch, Sam hesitating for a moment before joining him. Jess sighed, following them. She paced in front of the brothers for a moment, thinking of the best way to put it.

"Oh, please, keeping avoiding the topic at hand. We really have all day. I can just ask the creature nicely to please heal Sam and hurt him later so we'll have more time till his death date," Dean said sarcastically, forcing a smile.

Jess sighed, rolling her eyes. "Fine." She faced the two, nodding. "I guess it's no surprise by now that the mysterious man in the night wants Sam."

"He does? Really? Gee, I would have never guessed," Dean mocked, pretending to look surprised.

"Dean, let her finish," Sam said, sighing slightly. "Please?"

Dean leaned back in the couch, crossing his arms. He looked at Jess.

"Well, he wants Sam to train him. He believes Sam to be powerful, and he wants to use that power to his advantage. Well, he wants Sam healthy and uninjured." Jess nodded, pacing a bit more. "When the creature attacked he knew right away that Sam wouldn't live long unless he interfered. So he brought me back. He, uh... He keeps the spirits of those he kills. He tries to, at least. Your mother was lucky... She escaped. Anyway, he had my spirit in his little 'collection,' so he brought me back. He would have visited you himself, but he knew it was best to have someone help you that you knew and trusted. So he asked me to help so you wouldn't die. I wouldn't have agreed, considering he's evil, but I knew that if you died he'd just take your soul and extract your powers from it. He told me himself just exactly how he'd do that. And I'd rather you have a fighting chance against him. At least with you living you and your brother can track him down before he can lay a finger on you.

"Sam, he doesn't know exactly where you are, but he always keeps an eye on you. He knows when you're hurt, physically, mentally, emotionally... He knows when you've suffered something traumatic or when you've been possessed by something... He takes over people that are around you and flashes in and then back out in a matter of seconds. And since I'm sort of 'working' for him now, well... He used me. He used me to check up on you. That's why my eyes flashed red." Jess looked down at the ground, looking ashamed of herself.

"I knew there was something wrong about you!" Dean yelled, standing up quickly. "You're working for the thing that wants my brother!"

Jess looked at Dean quickly, her eyes widening slightly. She shook her head. "Dean, I would never want Sam dead. I --"

"How can you say that when you're working for something that has killed my mother and you to get to him?" Dean growled.

Sam stood up and put an arm across Dean's chest, keeping him back. "Dean, what did she just say? She said that she was helping him because if I die then my soul will go to him. If I'm alive we can hunt him down and kill him so he can't take me."

Dean narrowed his eyes at Jess. "I still don't trust you."

Jess nodded, shrugging. "I don't blame you, Dean. You can distrust me all you like. Just as long as you let me help."

Dean's hand turned into a fist, him looking pissed beyond all reason. After a few moments he growled again, pointing a finger at her. "Fine. You can help. Just because I know you can help Sam. But that's it."

Jess nodded. "Okay. Thank you." She looked around, making sure they were alone. She stepped closer to them. "Now back to more important things. Kyle --

"Will you still be here after this is all through?" Sam asked, looking like he was dreading the answer.

Jess smiled sadly at him, touching his cheek softly. "Well... we'll see how things turn out, and we'll go from there." She kissed him softly, then pulled away slowly. "Anyway..." She looked around again before whispering: "Kyle's working for the creature that attacked Sam."

"What?" Sam asked, staring at Jess. He looked a bit shocked, and a bit freaked.

"No he's not. His brother was attacked by the creature," Dean said, raising an eyebrow. He stared at Jess like she was crazy.

"His brother is the creature, you idiot," Jess said, staring at Dean like it was the most obvious thing.

Sam stepped between them as Dean opened his mouth to retaliate. Just then the lights flickered out, and the three of them looked around quickly.

"Sam," Dean whispered, grabbing for his brother. Only Sam wasn't there... Dean's eyes went wide, and he searched, grabbing the air each time he tried. "Sammy? Sammy, speak to me!"

"Dean..." Sam said quietly, his voice sounding strained.

"Sam!" Dean yelled as the lights flickered back on. The creature was in the room, holding Sam in its grasps. One of his pointy nails were touching Sam's head, and it looked as if he was daring Dean to move closer.

"Leave him alone," Jess growled, glaring at the creature.

Kyle walked out of the kitchen, looking smug. "Sorry, baby, he can't. See, my brother was cursed by his kind. The evil hunting men with strange powers... We weren't even evil. We were just in the wrong place at the wrong time... Now the only way to turn my brother back to a mortal is to kill one of the men who cursed him."

"But Sam didn't do anything, you freak!" Dean yelled.

"No, but he's like the one who cursed my brother. The one in the family who wants so desperately to be normal, while all the while he's the reason they're not." Kyle smirked, shrugging. "Luckily for you we can only kill him on a full moon, so you can live knowing that he won't die for another three nights."

"But I saw his grave!" Dean yelled, looking as though he was just about to start panicking. But he couldn't. If he was ever going to save Sam then he couldn't freak out... Not just yet, anyway.

"When he was cursed my family didn't want to believe in what he had become. So they acted like he was dead... Sent him away to live in a cave to they wouldn't be reminded of him... Buried an empty coffin for closure," Kyle said, shrugging slightly. "That's where his grave came from."

"Take me and leave my brother alone," Dean growled, pleading in his own way. "Please."

Kyle looked over at his brother and Sam, smirking slightly. "You know, that'd be the third person that as sacrificed themselves for Sam... And sacrifice makes for a hell of a meal. Maybe --"

"No!" Sam yelled. He shook his head, looking over at Dean. He spoke to the creature and Kyle, but his eyes never left Dean's. "No. You want me. You attacked me, not him. So take me."

"No, Sammy, no," Dean said, shaking his head. Tears were coming to his eyes. "Please, Sammy --"

"Dean?"

"Yeah?"

"It's Sam," Sam said, causing Dean to smile slightly. The creature stuck his nail in Sam's head, causing him to scream out in pain, before Kyle grabbed onto it and the three disappeared.

Dean: If I thought I was going to kill you before, now I'm --

Haley: Hey, hey, hey. Hold it. The story's not over. As much as I hate to tell my readers how my stories end... my regular readers know that even if I do kill off a character... they never stay dead long. I just can't kill of characters. It's a writer's flaw of mine. So, no, Sam's not going to die. I mean, when I just read the summary of a writer's story, and it said character death, I freaked out! I totally exited out of the window. I couldn't even deal with seeing those words. I swear, I totally freaked.

Dean: Well, that's good to know. I'd hate for my handsome face to became less attractive cause you'd make me act like a little girl and bawl my eyes out.

Sam: So you're saying, if Haley didn't control you and I died, that you wouldn't cry?

Dean: Well... er...

Sam: You so would.

Dean: Onto the next chapter!

Sam: Dean --

Dean: Bye! Runs off quickly, not looking back.