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Title: Thoughtless Memories

Chapter Title: Chapter Ten: It Ends

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: Violent murder

Jess nodded, looking serious. She remained silent for a few moments, looking around. Best let Dean concentrate on the task at hand. "Anything?"

Dean nodded slowly, focused on reading something on the screen. He clicked the mouse a few times, then looking over at Jess, sporting his famous sly grin. "Yeah. There's a cave in the words right behind a cemetery. The cemetery where Kyle's brother's grave is."

"This is the place?" Jess asked as Dean stopped the car next to the cemetary. When Dean nodded she got out of the car, staring at the trees behind the graves. It looked so... ick. "Seriously? We have to go in there."

"I could always safe his ass on my own," Dean said, shrugging. "I've done it before."

Jess looked over at Dean, looking a bit pleading. "Could you?"

Dean sighed, laughing slightly. He nodded. "Yeah, sure. Sam wouldn't forgive me if I pulled him girlfriend into danger with me, anyway."

"He would," Jess said, nodding. "Don't worry about that." As Dean got out some guns and silver bullets she watched him. "I'm sorry I couldn't help more."

Dean looked up at Jess after loading a gun with silver bullets. He shrugged. "You helped him get his memory back. And you made it so it staid back. And you help me convince him that he should be in this world. I couldn't ask for me."

Jess smiled slightly, nodding. "Well, I'm just glad that I could do something." She sighed, looking back over at the trees, then back at Dean. "Well, go save my man, huh?"

Dean smiled, nodding. He closed the trunk. "You got it." He started towards the trees, and when he passed her he slapped her ass. He shrugged, smiling innocently at her. "Sorry, couldn't resist."

"He's coming," Kyle said, looking around the cave. He smirked, nodding. "I knew he would. Now we can kill him."

Sam's eyes went wide. "No! Dean! Stay back! No!"

Kyle smirked, looking over at Sam. He walked towards him slowly, smirking. "Shut up." Again, with his ring in place, he backhanded Sam. "Look, Sammy, I don't want you ruining our plan. So stay out." Kyle walked over to the table and grabbed a knife, walking back over to Sam. He stuck it in his stomache, smirking widely. Sam screamed out in pain. "Got it?"

Dean's eyes went wide as he neared the cave. Sam was screaming at him from where he was being held prisoner.

"No! Dean! Stay back! No!" This was followed by a loud scream of pain a few moments later.

"I'm sorry, Sammy. I can't let you die. Even if that means dying in the process," Dean whispered.

"I'm sorry, Sammy. I can't let you die. Even if that means dying in the process."

Sam breathed deeply, confused. He had just heard his brother whisper something as if he was standing right next to him. What the hell? He shook his head. He had to warn Dean, using this connection. He had to.

"No, Dean, they'll kill you. Please don't come any closer," Sam whispered, tears coming to his eyes. "They'll kill you right in front of me. Please don't... Or I'll sacrifice myself right now."

"No, Dean, they'll kill you. Please don't come any closer."

"What the hell?" Dean asked out loud. He put his finger to his ear as if he was having trouble. He looked around quickly. "Sam?"

"They'll kill you right in front of me. Please don't... Or I'll sacrifice myself right now."

"Damnit, Sam, when I get you out of this I'm gonna beat you," Dean said, shaking his head. He walked towards the cave, peaking inside a bit. Putting his gun up, he slowly walked inside, peaking around the corners.

"Come out, come out, wherever you are," came Kyle's sing songy voice from not to far away.

"Dean, go back!" Sam yelled.

"I thought I told you to shut up?" Kyle asked. Dean then heard Sam's scream again.

"Sammy!" Dean yelled, running down the cave. Granted, it wasn't the best idea. The best was to be sneaky so Kyle and his brother couldn't hear Dean, but really, he wasn't thinking straight? And could you expect him to, with his brother being torture only a bit away? I didn't think so.

Dean ran to where Sam, Kyle and Kyle's brother was. His eyes fell on Sam, who was bleeding from his stomache. His cheek was bruised and there was a small, dried up trail sprouting from his puffy bottom lip. His leg was also sporting some nice blood, too, and it looked as if the strap around his neck was cutting into his skin.

"Let him go," Dean growled, narrowing his eyes at Kyle and the creature.

"Let me think about that..." Kyle said, pretending to actually care. "Hmm... No."

"We can help fix him," Sam said, looking over at Kyle's brother. "We've dealt with worse before. Please, we can lift the curse. You're not evil yet. You're very bad, but you're not evil. Why would you want to be classified as evil after killing me?"

Kyle narrowed his eyes at Sam. "I don't believe you."

Dean growled and pointed his gun at the creature. "Kill my brother and I kill yours."

Kyle looked over at Dean. "I'm willing to die for him, you know. Shoot the gun at him and I'll get in front."

"Try to kill my brother and you'll be killing me, bitch," Dean said, the gun still pointed at Kyle's brother. "You're not the only one who will die for his brother."

Sam closed his eyes, breathing hard. He shook his head. "Dean, please, just go."

"See, even Sammy will do it," Dean said, shrugging.

"Dean, go!" Sam yelled.

"No," Dean said, calmly. "I won't. You're all I've got left Sam, and I'm not letting you lose me that easy. You promised me you wouldn't leave me. Up hold that promise. I need you to."

"Well, it won't help much if you die in place of me," Sam sighed, sighing.

"Oh, that's not going to happen," Dean said, firing the gun. As promised, Kyle acted quickly and jumped in front of the creature, the bullet flying into his chest. Dean shot again as Kyle fell to the ground, this time getting the creature in the heart. Satisfied, he walked over to the two, glaring down at Kyle. "I would let you live, but you've given my brother some scars that will never go away. You hurt him. And for that you're dead." Dean shot Kyle again and again, causing Sam to look away.

"Dean!" Sam yelled after the third shot.

"What?" Dean asked, looking over at Sam.

"I think he's dead," Sam said, smiling slightly.

"Yeah, I guess..." Dean said before kicking Kyle. "Bastard." He walked over to Sam, putting his gun in the back of his pants as he did. He undid the restraints. "Can you walk?" When Sam shook his head, Dean supported him as they walked out of the cave.

Dean helped Sam into the passenger seat, walking around the Impala to the driver's seat.

"Where's Jess?" Sam asked, looking over at his brother.

"She, uh... she couldn't stay," Dean said, avoiding Sam's eyes. He started the car, then sighed, looking over at his little brother. "She wanted me to show you something."

"What?" Sam asked, leaning back in the seat.

Dean took Sam's hand, and Sam cocked an eyebrow at him. Dean laughed slightly, shaking his head. "Only way I can show you. Deal. Now close your eyes." Sam did as he was told, and Dean tapped into Sam's psychic powers, willing the premonition to surface.

Dean knocked on the door of a white house, with a brown roof. Around the house was a white picket fence... go figure. And Dean was carrying a little boy. A little boy with blonde hair.

Sam opened the door, and smiled widely as he took the boy from Dean. "Hey!"

"Hi, Uncle Sammy!" the boy said, smiling widely. He hugged Sam tightly, and Sam stepped back as Dean entered the house, closing the door behind him.

"How's Charolette?" Sam asked as he carried his nephew into his kitchen, Dean following.

"She's good," Dean said, nodding. "A little shaken from being possessed, but good."

Sam smiled, nodding. "You'd think after five years of being in this family she'd be used to all that crazy sh --" He looked down at the boy, then at Dean, who gave him a threatening look. "... stuff."

Dean shrugged, taking the boy from Sam and setting him on the floor. "Johnny, buddy, why don't you go find your cousins and your Auntie Carrie, huh?"

The boy nodded, smiling widely. "Okay, Daddy," he said before running out of the kitchen.

"How are they? The kids, I mean?"

Sam shrugged. "Fine. Just like they were yesterday when you visited."

"And Carrie?"

"Fine," Sam said, laughing slightly. "Dean, you always ask about Carrie. Why? Do you think He is going to return? Because he isn't. We killed him."

Dean nodded. "Yeah, right. I know."

"Dean, you're thirty four. He's been gone for six years now. Time to stop being so paranoid," Sam said, opening the fridge and handing Dean a beer.

"I know. And don't remind me of my age. Makes me feel old," Dean said, shuddering slightly.

"Daddy, Daddy!" a little girl yelled, running over to Sam.

Sam picked her up, smiling. "What it is, Mary?"

"There's a monster in my closet."

Sam looked over at Dean, who sighed. "I got it." Dean then walked out of the kitchen, pulling out a gun from the back of his pants.

Sam opened his eyes slowly, looking over at Dean. He smiled slightly. "Jess showed you that?"

Dean nodded, also smiling slightly. "Yeah, Sam, she did."

"Mary," Sam said quietly.

"John," Dean said, smiling. "Looks like you got Mom and I got Dad. Oh joy." Sam smiled, laughing slightly. "Feel better now?"

Sam nodded. "Yeah. I do. Thanks."

"Good. Now let's go get you to a hospital or something," Dean said before driving away.

The End

Dean: You know what? I think, finally, I like a part in your story.

Sam: I've always liked it, but what Jess showed Dean for him to show me was nice. I liked that.

Haley: Big smile. Yay! Good! I wanted to mix the idea of a normal life (finally) with the life you knew growing up. Possessions, monster in the closet, while having kids and wives and, er... white picket fences.

Dean: Thank god it was around Sam's house. I would've chopped it down.

Sam: Now to talk about the sequel. Right, Hales?

Haley: Right, Sam! Big phony grin. Actually, guys, there's only gonna be a sequel if you want one. I wasn't going to deal with the mysterious man of the night that killed Mary and Jess because I was gonna leave that up to the WB, ya know? That's their story line and I'm gonna let them let it turn out how it's gonna turn out. But if ya'll want me to, I'll dig deeper into it and make it the sequel to this fic. If not, no skin off my shoulders. I'm starting another fan fiction, remember?

Sam: Would be interesting, though. And you'd still have us at the end of the chapters, too!

Dean: Oh joy.

Haley: Okay, now I just want to thank all my readers! Love ya'll so, so much! I was in a funk for a while -- My Charmed stories are incomplete because I had a writer's block forever. So I decided a nice Supernatural story -- a change -- might help. And ya'll liked it! So I have my confidence back. Thanks so much! Until next time! Wink.