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Title: Fight For Survival
Chapter Title: Chapter Seven
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: Um... mentions of adult content. that's all. and this is short... really short
The demon walked around the room for a minute, looking at things. He then looked over at the forcefield, and it seemed like him and Dean locked eyes for a moment. The demons smirked, shrugging. "If you can get inside his mind he's all yours. Good luck with that." He then snapped his fingers, and the forcefield Dean had been leaning on disappeared, causing him to fall forward. The demon turned to Sam, then waved his hand in front of his face before disappearing.
"Sam!" Dean quickly got up and rushed over his his brother. He started on the chains, pulling on them, trying to get them off of his little brother.
"Dean..." Sam said quietly, watching his brother. "You shouldn't be here."
"What did you think I was gonna do? Let you die?" Dean asked, not bothering to look up at his brother. He closed his eyes tightly, trying to pry the chains apart, his face showing the difficult he was having.
"I deserve it," Sam whispered, looking away from his brother.
Dean looked up at his brother, shaking his head. "No, Sam, you don't. Don't let the demon brainwash you. You're better than that."
"He didn't brainwash me, Dean," Sam said, shaking his head. He looked back at him. "He just showed me the truth. That's why you need to leave."
Dean shook his head. "Yeah, real funny there, Sam." He started on the chains again.
"Dean, it's all my fault."
Dean sighed, closing his eyes for a moment. From the moment he saw the first memory he knew a Chick Flick moment was on its way. But it was either the Chick Flick moment or a dead Sam... while sometimes the latter of the two seemed nice, he had to pick the first one.
Dean shook his head, looking up at his brother. "Nothing's your fault, Sam. Nothing."
"Mom's death, Jessica's death, your pain..." Sam looked over at the wall, where the memories had been played. "I tried to shoot you, Dean."
"You weren't in your right mind. It wasn't your fault," Dean said, rolling his eyes.
"But I meant every word of it... all of it..." Sam whispered, still staring at the same wall.
Dean then grabbed Sam's face, forcing him to look him in the eye. "Sam, I need you to snap out of it. Please. If you don't you're going to die down here. Do you understand me?" When Sam nodded, Dean sighed in relief. It didn't last long.
"I understand you, Dean. I know I'll die down here. That's what should happen. So I'm not a burden to you anymore," Sam whispered.
"Sam, you're not a burden. You just think you are became that's what the demon said. Don't listen to him; you're smarter than that. I know you are. You're my geeky college boy brother. Act like it." Dean was starting to get desperate. If he didn't get through to Sam before the demon arrived...
"College boy..." Sam whispered, smiling sadly.
"Now what?" Dean asked, sighing in annoyance.
"I left you to go to college," Sam said simply.
"Yeah, but, dude, that was years ago. I'm over it," Dean said, shrugging.
"Tick tock, tick tock," said a voice from behind Dean. Dean turned around and narrowed his eyes at the demon. "Time's over. Your brother is mine."
Dean stood up quickly, facing the demon. He shook his head. "I won't let you have him."
"He already signed himself to me; you don't have a choice." The demon waved his arm, sending Dean flying across the room, hitting the cave-like rocky walls hard.
"Dean!" Sam yelled, his eyes wide in fright.
The demon snapped his fingers and the chains on Sam disappeared. "Show him, Sam. Show him you're with me now." The demon walked over to where Dean had dropped the shot gun outside the room and grabbed it before walking back over to Sam and handing it to him. "Kill him." Sam smirked, looking the gun up and down. The two walked over to Dean slowly.
This time the gun wasn't loaded with rock-salt, and it was definitely loaded; with silver bullets. Dean's eyes were wide in fear. He shook his head quickly. "No, Sam... Don't do it. C'mon, it's me. It's Dean. You were upset because you hurt me all the time right? Well, killing is a lot worse than hurting. Fight the control he has on you, Sam. Fight it."
Sam smirked down at Dean, then looked over at the demon. The demon chuckled. "Say good bye, Sam."
"Good bye," Sam said, the gun pointed at Dean. He then quickly turned to the demon and started shooting at him, over and over until the gun clicked empty.
The demon then looked at Sam with wide eyes before looking down at his hand; it was starting to... melt. Suddenly the whole of his body started melting, slowly falling to the floor... then it was like a drain sucked it up, and there was nothing.
Sam sighed and held out a hand for Dean to grab, and the oldest gladly took it. Sam pulled his brother up. "Are you okay?"
Dean nodded. "Yeah. Worse has happened to me." He took the shot gun from Sam, then looked around. "So he didn't brainwash you?"
"What, are you nuts? Of course not. It's called going along with it. I took Drama in high school, remember?" Sam laughed slightly, shaking his head. "Dean, we're brothers. Brothers fight. It's, like, an unwritten rule or something. I've done some bad stuff to you and you've done some bad stuff to me. It's called dealing and getting over it. Besides, you forgave me for all three of those. And that's probably why I wasn't affected by them."
Dean nodded, looking around. He shivered slightly. "God, this place gives me the creeps."
"It gives you the creeps?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows. "Dean, I've been in this very room before."
Dean looked back at his brother, then nodded slightly. "You have, haven't you?" When Sam nodded, Dean became a bit curious. "What did you see that time?"
Sam sighed, shrugging. "You."
"God, he's not very original then, is he?" Dean asked, trying to make light of the conversation.
"Guess not," Sam said, smiling slightly. "Where's Anna?"
"She got the rest of the people out. I'm pretty sure she's fine," Dean said, nodding.
Sam's eyes went wide. "You left her alone? With no protection?"
Dean narrowed his eyes at his brother in confusion and nodded. "Yeah... Why?"
"He wasn't working alone!" Sam yelled before starting down the hall quickly.
"What?" Dean asked, raising his eyebrows. "He wasn't?"
"No! I saw the other demon right before you came," Sam said, then stopped as he entered a room. There was nothing there, but the room seemed to hit a soft spot with Sam.
"Sam?" Dean asked, concerned. "Are you okay?"
Sam nodded slightly, exhaling loudly, like he had stopped breathing when he saw the room. "Yeah. I'm fine."
"What happened here?" Dean asked, putting a hand on Sam's shoulder.
"Raping, molesting... sick stuff like that," Sam said, nodding, acting as if it wasn't a big deal.
"Sammy --"
"It's Sam," Sam said before starting down the hall again. "Alright, think... Where would he be?"
"SAM!"
Sam: Who called my name?
Haley: Hehe... wouldn't you like to know?
Dean: We both would, actually.
Haley: Too bad. I'm tired. More shall come whenever I get around to writing chapter... Checks what chapter this is. ... eight. Night all!