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Title: Fight For Survival
Chapter Title: Chapter Six
Set After: Future Consequences
Summary: Sequel to Future Consequences. Everyone knows Sam's dreams come true one way or another. But this time he had a dream about his own death, and Dean's determined to keep it from happening.
Warnings: evil memories... Sam shooting Dean...
"You've hurt your brother a lot in the past, haven't you?"
"Leave him out of this," Sam growled, glaring at the demon.
"I'm afraid I can't. The memories of him are what haunt you the most," the demon said, shrugging. Then then walked in front of Sam, looking into his eyes. Sam looked away quickly, but the demon grabbed his head, forcing his eyes to look at his own. "Sam, you've hurt your brother; in a moment you'll see how much. Do you really want to live with that pain?"
Sam couldn't help but to stare in his eyes, Dean knew, but he feared for his little brother. What the hell was going on?
Sam shook his head as though he were hypnotized. "No... I don't want to cause Dean anymore pain... I don't want to live knowing I've hurt him..." He seemed to come out of the trance, then narrowed his eyes at the demon. "But me being gone would hurt Dean more than anything I could do to him."
Dean nodded. "Good boy, Sammy. Don't let him intimidate you. You know what the truth is; don't let him brainwash you."
The demon smirked. "Oh, really?"
"Yeah, really," Sam said, nodding.
The demon chuckled quietly before waving his hand in front of the rocky wall. Dean couldn't believe it... it was like the demon was projecting Sam's memories in mid-air... and not from Sam's point of view, either... Dean could see them clearly, and swallowed the lump that had formed in his throat.
"We'll see about that," the demon said, walking behind Sam and standing there, watching with him.
"Sam, why are you so against this?" a sixteen year old Dean asked, sighing. He seemed annoyed with his little brother, but also understanding. They were standing in a kitchen and it was snowing outside. Sam was sitting at the table and Dean was looking out the window
"Gee, Dean, I don't know. Maybe because tomorrow's Christmas?" Sam was about twelve, and he looked ready to punch someone.
"Sam, it's a hunt! We're saving people!" Dean said, turning to his little brother quickly.
"Exactly! It's a hunt!" Sam yelled. "What if you and Dad die? Huh? Did you ever think about that?"
Dean rolled his eyes. "Sam, that's crazy. Nothing's going to happen to us."
"Why can't I come along?" Sam asked, crossing his arms.
"Because Dad doesn't want you full-out hunting until you're thirteen. It's dangerous!" Dean tried to reason.
"Exactly. It's dangerous," Sam said, nodding.
Dean knew he had just made his little brother's point, and it showed on his face. He groaned in annoyance. "Sam, get over yourself! Who cares if it's Christmas? Dad won't celebrate it anyway! He never does!"
"Then we should make him!" Sam yelled, standing up from his seat.
"Sam, that's crazy talk! We're not normal! We don't do things like that!"
"I want to be normal, Dean! I don't want to be a freak anymore!"
"Too bad, Sam! You are what you are! Deal with it!"
Sam narrowed his eyes at Dean. "And we share the same blood? You're no brother of mine." Those words were like a slap in the face to Dean, and it showed in his expression. Sam then stalked out of the room.
"See, Sam?" the demon whispered in Sam's ear. "The first time you told him you weren't brothers. Did you see that look on his face?"
"I was twelve," Sam growled. "I was angry. He understood."
"Did he really?"
"Yes!" Sam yelled. "He did! No matter what I say to him he's my older brother! No matter how much we may fight that's a fact and I wouldn't change it for anything!"
The demon smirked, then waved his hand in front of the wall again. "Number two."
"Fine. But if you leave, Sam, don't you ever come back," John said forcefully, his eyes narrowed at his younger son. Sam was twenty and it was right before he left for college.
Sam nodded. "Fine." He shrugged, then walked down the hallway, into his room. Kneeling down below his bed he grabbed a suitcase, then set it on his bed.
"You can't leave."
Turned towards the door, then shrugged. "Dean, this is my one shot. I have to take it."
"So you're leaving us, is that right? Never to see us again?" Dean asked, his arms crossed. He walked into the room.
Sam sighed, then shook his head. "Dean --"
"Fine!" Dean yelled, looking beyond pissed. "Leave! Do what you have to do! I don't care!"
"Then why are you yelling?" Sam asked, looking over at his brother. He raised his eyebrows, then shook his head, walking over to his dressed. He grabbed some clothes and threw them on the bed before putting them into the suitcase.
"You're not leaving," Dean said, walking over to him. He grabbed the clothes already in the suitcase and threw them beside him, on the floor. The floor in question was probably as dirty as the ground outside. "Can't leave with dirty clothes, now can you?"
Sam rolled his eyes, then grabbed the clothes, placing them back in the suitcase. "Dean, why are you fighting me on this?"
"Because I am. Deal with it." Dean shrugged, then sat on the bed. Sam put more clothes in the suitcase, then walked back over to his dresser. "You can't leave, Sam. You can't leave us... You can't leave me."
Sam turned towards his brother slowly, shaking his head. "I'm sorry, Dean. I really am. But I have to go. I have to."
Dean sighed, then nodded. He stood up. "Fine. Then go." He then started walking towards the door.
"I love you, Dean," Sam said quietly, walking over to his suitcase. He put a few more things in the suitcase then zipped it shut.
Dean froze as his brother said those words. He was silent for a couple minutes, then nodded. "I love you too, Sammy." He then walked out of the room, closing the door behind him.
"Aw, does poor 'Sammy' remember that?" the demon asked, mocking sadness. He smirked evilly as he looked at Sam.
"Let me go," Sam said forcefully; yet someone who had tears in their voice wasn't very intimidating.
"One more and I'll think about it," the demon said, laughing evilly. He waved his hand in front of the wall again.
"Dean. Step back from the door." Dean turned around slowly, and his eyes went wide as he noticed the gun in his brother's hands.
"Sam, put the gun down." There was fear in Dean's eyes, even just slightly. And pain… Pain that was unimaginable to those who didn't have a brother.
"Is that an order?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows. He had a maniacal grin on his face.
"No it's more of a friendly request," Dean said, becoming hesitant in his actions.
"Cause I'm getting pretty tired of taking your orders," Sam said, narrowing his eyes at his brother.
"I knew it; Ellicott did something to you, didn't he?"
"For once in your life, shut your mouth."
"What are you gonna do Sam? Gun's filled with rock-salt, it's not gonna kill me." Sam glared at his brother, then pulled the trigger. The blast sent Dean flying backwards. "Sam… We gotta burn Ellicott's bones and all this'll be over, and you'll be back to normal."
"I am normal. I'm just telling the truth for the first time. I mean why are we even here? Cause you're following Dad's orders like a good little soldier? Cause you always do what he says without question? Are you that desperate for his approval?"
"This isn't you talking, Sam," Dean said, seeming to be pleading with his little brother.
"That's the difference between you and me, I have a mind of my own; I'm not pathetic like you." Then Dean did the unthinkable; he handed Sam a gun. Not fun filled with rock-salt, but an actual gun.
"You hate me that much? You think you can kill your own brother? Then go ahead, pull the trigger." Sam hesitated for a moment, looking at the gun. "Do it!" He then pointed the gun at his brother and pulled the trigger.
This time Dean heard it; the last time he knew his brother had at least tears in his eyes, but couldn't be certain. He heard Sam take in a shaky breath and sniffle a little.
"See? Wouldn't your brother be so much better off without you?" the demon asked, walking in front of Sam.
"I didn't mean to do that..." Sam said desperately. The tears were full on in his voice now. "Ellicott... he messed with my head... I would never shoot Dean..."
"Wouldn't he?" the demon asked, raising his eyebrows. Sam nodded, and Dean felt his heart break.
"No, Sammy," Dean whispered, shaking his head. He backed up a little, then charged at the forcefield, hitting it with his arm. No luck. "Sam!"
"He would be... I do nothing but hurt him..." Sam whispered, looking up at the demon.
The demon smirked, nodding. "Don't worry, Sam. You'll be okay down here... Then your brother can finally be free from the burden you are. Right?" Sam nodded, and the demon narrowed his eyes at him. "Say it."
"I can stay down here and Dean will be free from the burden I am..." Sam said quietly, looking down at the ground.
Dean shook his head. "Sam..."
"I'm glad we finally agree on something," the demon said, chuckling evilly. He waved his hand in front of Sam, whose head immediately fell limp; he was unconscious. "With those words you are bound to me, Winchester. Forever."
Haley: Yay! I had fun writing this chapter! Grin.
Dean: You had fun writing it? You're sick, Haley.
Haley: Shrug. Well, if the shoe fits...
Sam: At least she agrees.
Haley: Okay, onto the next chappie. I wanna be in bed by one thirty. Review my loverly readers! Wide grin.