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Sam felt like he was floating and it would have felt nice, except for the fact that pain radiated through his head and it was getting harder to breathe.
There was a feeling of detachment in Sam and it took a few minutes for him to figure out what had happened to make him feel the way that he did. Then things started to come into focus...
Emma...
Jess on the ceiling...
Bloody Mary...
Dean and the Asylum...
Constance...
It all came back to him in a blur, and it made his head hurt worse than it already did.
He knew that what the nightmares had told him were the truth. Everything was his fault. God his mom would still be alive if she hadn't had him, hadn't given birth to him. It was all his fault! It was his fault that Dean and him had grown up as hunters, his fault that the thing that had killed their mother had gone after Jess...
He opened his eyes and looked around. There was a knife on the table only feet away from him. He would have liked nothing better than to just end it all now, everything would be so much simpler without him.
Dean wouldn't have to worry about protecting him, so he wouldn't get hurt as much. Dad wouldn't have to worry about their arguments and if Sam would do anything stupid. Their lives would be so much easier if he could only reach that knife.
He heard heels clicking on the cement as someone entered the room, and looked up to see Emma studying him. She laughed when she saw him looking longingly at the knife.
"Oh no, you aren't getting off that easily. You deserve to pay for what you have done to everyone." Emma said, her voice serious and maniacal.
"I know." His voice was low and if she hadn't been listening hard for his answer she wouldn't have heard the two softly said words. His answer surprised her. She hadn't thought that it would be this easy to break him, but then again he had already sewn the doubt about himself in his own mind, so all she had to do was water the seeds a little bit.
"Finally accepted it then." Emma said, her statement more of a rhetorical question, than an actual statement.
"I already knew it, but it would have hurt Dean too much if I had left him." Sam said, his voice choked, and he added, "But I would be more trouble alive to him now, just let me end it," in almost a pleading tone.
Emma smirked, and shook her head. "Not just yet... Oh be assured it will be soon, and big brother won't be able to save you this time, but you need to feel what she felt before I let you die, and give you peace." Emma said, and walked over to the knife.
Emma picked up the knife and almost subconsciously turned it in her hands studying it. Sam watched as the blade glinted in the harsh light that flooded the room, from the light above his head. She walked to him, and ran the knife under his shirt, cutting the fabric away, leaving him only clothed in his jeans.
"Feel what she felt because of you!" Emma screamed, and plunged the knife into Sam's abdomen. He let out a strangled yell, and she twisted.
There was a loud crack behind them, and Sam's head snapped in the direction of the noise. The action pulled on his stomach trying to twist around, and it was all he could do not to scream as the knife moved in him, slicing open his flesh and organs.
He almost fainted when he saw what was standing there. Only one word left his mouth, and Emma snapped her head in the direction of the sound, "Jess?" His voice was low, barely more than a whisper, but the spirit of Jess looked at him and smiled warmly.
Her flowing blond hair almost stood on end and her brown eyes turned a shade of obsidian, and she turned to face her sister. "How could you Emma!" She yelled and Emma visibly winced, the motion jarring the knife in Sam's stomach, and he finally cried out, the pain to intense to handle. Sweat was starting to pour down his face, and he looked at the knife in his stomach, pulling against the chains to try and get it out.
Emma faced her sister who looked furious. She pulled out a lighter, and whispered, "Sorry Jess." She lit the lighter and dropped it to the now gasoline drenched floor. Sam looked around and for the first time saw the wood on the floor and piled around him.
Jess' spirit flew at her sister, and right through her, grabbing at something. Emma dropped to the ground, her eyes and mouth still open, yet she was obviously dead. Sam felt a presence next to him, and looked up.
Jess stood there, looking at him, and said softly, "Don't give up." Sam shook his head, and looked at her sadly.
"Yo don't get it, I deserve this. It was my fault that you died. It was my fault that mom died, hell it's my fault that Dean, dad and I are hunters. All the pain that I get, I deserve it." Sam said, his voice and face sincere. Pain rippled through him as his body tensed, the knife still in him, and Sam bit his lip trying not to scream.
"You didn't kill me, it's not your fault." Jess said softly, and ran her hand down Sam's cheek. She kissed his lips softly, only a ghost of a kiss but it was enough for Sam. "I'm going to get Dean, he is really close." Jess said to him, and he could feel the flames licking at his skin.
"No!" He yelled. "Don't tell him where I am, you can't let him get hurt." Sam said, but it was no use, she was already gone.
Sam felt the heat rise, and watched as Jesse left, grateful that she wasn't there to watch him die. Thoughts of being with his mom and Jess again filled his mind. A small smile cameto his face, but soon turned into a grimace as the pain in his stomach worsened.
It was getting harder to breathe through all the smoke, and Sam was getting weaker from the loss of blood. He faintly heard the door open, and his brother yelling for him, but he couldn't answer the frantic calls. He could do nothing to answer his brother, with the chains restraining his arms and legs, not to mention the knife that was still embedded in his stomach.
"Sammy!" He heard Dean yell and turned his head as he felt a hand on his arm. He looked into Dean's eyes and saw worry and concern etched there. He tried to answer his frantic call, and had just opened his mouth to speak when there was a loud creaking above them, and he knew that the ceiling was about to cave in...
A/N: So I hope that yah'all enjoyed this chapter... Please review that is the only reason that I keep writing.