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Title: Fight For Survival
Chapter Title: Chapter Eight
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: death... no, not Winchester death
"SAM!"
"Anna!" Sam yelled, his eyes wide. He started running down the hall, Dean following. As he heard Anna scream, he ran faster.
God, if anything happened to her he wouldn't forgive himself. Dean and Sam were supposed to protect people, not bring them along for the dangerous ride. And Sam had told Anna that she could tag along, too… It would be his fault if she got hurt.
"SAM!" came another scream. Anna was panicking, and crying as she did so. Sam could hear it… and it broke his heart.
"Anna!" Sam yelled, finally rounding a corner.
A demon was slowly walking towards Anna, a sickle in hand. The latter of the two was backed into a corner, her eyes wide in fear, tears having ruined her mascara.
Dean grabbed Sam and pulled him back before grabbing some bullets out of his pocket. He loaded the shot gun and turned the corner slowly, pointing it at the demon.
"Dean, no!" Anna yelled. "He --"
"Dean!" Sam yelled.
Suddenly the demon disappeared from in front of Anna and reappeared behind Dean. The demon grabbed the oldest Winchester's head with both hands, grinning evilly. Dean could no longer breath, and was trying his best to gasp for air, which never came.
Sam quickly slid out in front and grabbed the shot gun, pointing it at the demon. The demon took one hand off of Dean's head, closing it for a second. When he reopened it the next moment there was a knife in it. Pulling Dean closer to him, he but the knife under his chin.
"Try to kill me and your brother dies," the demon growled, narrowing his eyes at Sam.
"What do you want?" Sam demanded, the shot gun still pointed at him.
"What my master wanted, Winchester," the demon said, looking Sam over. "The strength of a psychic by my side. You."
Sam took a few breaths, thinking this over. He swallowed a lump in his throat, and by his silence Dean knew he was considering it. He couldn't. If Sam left then Dean was as good as dead… He wouldn't be able to go on without his brother.
"Time's running out, Winchester," the demon said, smirking. He looked down at Dean. "He still can't breath."
Sam then let out a breath, setting the gun down on the floor. He spread out his arms, nodding. "You want me? You got me."
The demon smirked and closed his hand, the knife disappearing. He then pushed Dean forward, towards Anna, before grabbing Sam.
"Sam!" Dean yelled, grabbing the shot gun quickly.
The demon pulled Sam so close that their noses were almost touching before he spun him around, the two now facing Anna and Dean. "Try to shoot me and you'll end up shooting your brother. How would that weight down on your conscience?"
Dean narrowed his eyes at the demon, smirking slightly. "Quack." The demon was startled by this, not knowing what to think. But Sam immediately knew what he meant and broke free of the demon's hold on him, ducking. Dean then shot the demon, who stumbled backwards for a moment before erupting in a cloud of dust.
"'Quack'?" Anna asked, laughing slightly. "What the hell kind of signal was that?"
"Well, I was thinking just maybe 'duck' was a little too obvious," Dean said, rolling his eyes. Shaking his head at Sam, he sighed. "Why the hell did you do that?"
"What? I knew you'd have a plan. You wouldn't let some demon just take me," Sam said, shrugging.
"Are you okay?"
Sam nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine. Let's go back to the motel now, alright?"
Dean nodded and looked over at Anna. "Do you need a ride home?"
Anna nodded. "Actually, yeah, I do." She then looked downwards. "And a new pair of shoes, too…" Shaking her head, she pushed that thought to the back of her mind and walked over to Sam, smiling at him. "My hero."
"I think Dean's the one who saved you," Sam said, smiling. "So technically he is your hero."
Anna looked over at Dean, who shrugged. "Hey, I would be dead if it weren't for him. Hero-ize him all you like."
Anna grinned and turned back to Sam. "Hey, Sam, are you over your girlfriend?"
This question struck Sam in a soft spot that hadn't been touched since he met Lori when they were on their Hookman… He shifted uncomfortably from one foot to another, opening and closing his mouth a couple times. "Anna…" he said finally, looking guilty.
Anna nodded, smiling sadly. "Nah, I understand. I know what you're going through… Well, okay, not exactly, but… Um… My older brother died a couple years ago…" She laughed slightly, realizing that if she kept talking she'd sound even lamer.
"Really?" Sam asked, raising his eyebrows. "Wow, I'm sorry… It's not good feeling when you lose your older brother. Well, Dean isn't dead, but --"
Anna nodded. "I know what you mean. It isn't good to lose an older brother in any sense; whether you guys just stop talking or whether they die… It all still basically sucks."
Sam nodded, smiling slightly. "Yeah…"
"Hey, Sam, you wanna do me a favor?" Anna asked, raising her eyebrows. She smiled at him.
"What?" Sam asked, playfully being suspicious.
"When you feel like you can… Give me a call, alright?" Anna grinned and nudge him.
Sam nodded, laughing slightly. "Yeah, I'll do that."
Anna nodded. "Good." She looked at Dean, who backed up a bit. Obviously this was a… well… girl-Winchester moment. Dean damned the gods that he wasn't in Sam's shoes. "You know, Sam, you're an amazing guy with an amazing heart… Jess was so lucky to have you, and whoever gets you next is just as lucky. Now your brother? He's the luckiest. He gets to sleep in the same room as you. I'd melt."
Dean smiled slightly, shaking his head. "I only have one word to what you're thinking at the moment."
"And what is that?" Anna asked, turning to him.
"Ew," Sam and Dean said in unison, shaking their heads in disbelief.
"Aw, c'mon. The Winchester brothers making out? Women would be to see that hotness," Anna said, grinning.
"And then I'd have to shoot myself afterwards," Dean said, nodding. He shook his head, starting towards the hall. "Let's get you home, Anna." Anna smiled, nodding, as she followed Dean.
"Sam…" a voice whispered from the youngest Winchester, the other two unable to hear.
Sam turned around quickly, then gasped in shock and pain as Jessica stuck her hand in his chest.
"You're going to join me, Sam, whether you want to or not."
Dean quickly turned around at these words, then checked his pocket. Damnit, no rock salt! Instead he ran over and grabbed Sam, pulling him backwards. "Stay away from my brother, bitch!" Jess then glared at Dean before disappearing. Dean looked at Sam, who he had caught basically; Sam didn't seem able to stand on his own. And Dean now knew why; Sam couldn't breathe.
Haley: You guys will not effing believe what happened. My USB drive malfunctioned, so I can't write my stories in my room then bring them into the den anymore. I have to write them on the den computer until I can get a new USB. And also, the comp in my room is freaking out, too. I don't know, I think I'm stuck with the den, which is bad; I almost always write my stories late at night in my room, and I can't be on the den comp late at night.
Dean: Well, you'll still be updating.
Haley: I was only able to write this because my mom isn't home. If she was I wouldn't be allowed on the comp. On school nights I have to be off by either nine or nine thirty, depending on how long I've been on today. It's now ten thirty. I was supposed to be in bed a half hour ago. But what can I say? I just simply can't write during the day. I'm a nighttime writer; it's just the way I work. So, my point is: if my updates start slowing down then computer troubles is the problem, sorry guys!
Dean: Now let's move onto you trying to kill my brother, okay?
Haley: Sorry, can't! I'm really tired and I have yet to watch the Smallville eppy I taped! Besides, if I linger on Supernatural I'll go insane. I had to look on to find the chick's name in the Hookman episode, and I made the mistake of looking at episodes yet to come… Some family kidnaps Sam to use his body parts for some ritual or something… Dean has to find him. Totally the perfect epp I've been waiting for… but it's three away! Well, I guess it could be worst… I mean, less than three weeks if they don't torture us and take a break in the middle. Oh, I'll go insane if they do that…
Dean: Wait, the show is doing this?
Haley: Yup. I love them. You're totally gonna freak cause they wanna sacrifice Sam. You'll play the 'Older Brother Hero' role that I've been waiting for for, like, ever. I mean, you've played it before, but not the way I do it in my stories… and I'm betting that episode will be nice to me in that department. Anyway, I gotta get to bed.
Dean: But --
Haley: Sorry!
Sam: Haley --
Haley: Night all! ; )