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Chapter 25

"I'm coming in, doctor," yelled Sam as he hobbled to the door on his crutches.

"Stop!" said the doctor. Sam stopped. "Take off everything but your t-shirt."

Sam took off his jacket and his overshirt and threw them on the ground. He waited.

"Now turn around," said the doctor and Sam did as he was told. The doctor nodded.

"I'm coming," Sam said. "We okay with that?" When there was no answer he started to move. Slowly he crutched his way up the sidewalk, one step after another, waiting, almost expecting the doctor to shoot him dead and finish the job he had started in the basement, but Sam kept going, one step at a time, knowing he had to get to Dean.

He reached the door of the house. "I'm coming in doctor, ok?" asked Sam. "I just want to talk." The door opened slightly and Sam pushed through.

"I hope we did the right thing," said Bryan as they watched Sam enter the house.

"Yeah," Tony answered. "Me too."

The doctor grabbed Sam and patted him down. Each touch of his bandages sent rivulets of pain shooting through him. Satisfied, the doctor pulled him in and slammed him against the wall, as he shut the door. Sam winced as pain shot through his body. The doctor stood in front of him, his gun pointing at Sam.

"Give me your crutches," he said.

Sam balanced on his good leg and handed the doctor his crutches. Dean lay on the floor in front of him, both men pointing their guns at Dean's head.

"You okay?" Sam asked his brother.

"I don't feel right," Dean admitted.

"Shut up, Dean!" said the doctor, kicking him in his already injured side. Dean yelled out in pain as he rolled into a ball. The doctor turned back to Sam. "Start talking."

"I came to listen," said Sam as he looked at his brother. Then he looked back at the window. The doctor wasn't close enough. They would never be able to see him.

"What do you want?" Sam asked.

"I want you and your brother dead. I want revenge!" the doctor replied.

"Dean didn't kill Cody," said Sam.

"I don't care. He's dead because of him. You should have never come in here trying to be a hero, Sam. I've already poisoned Dean. Neither one of you will make it out alive," said the doctor.

"Sam," said Dean weakly. He was barely conscious and breathing hard.

Sam was scared. From the corner of his eye he watched the window. Somehow he had to get to Dean, and get the doctor closer to the window. "Can I go over to my brother?" he asked the doctor as he looked at Dean. Dean was no longer conscious and Sam couldn't see if his chest was moving up and down or not.

The doctor shook his head. "No, you stay right there! Watch him die, Sam."

Sam looked at his brother. His eyes were closed and he wasn't moving. Fear gripped Sam's heart. He thought about his mother, and Jess. He couldn't loose Dean too. "I can move over there to Dean, doctor, if you'll just give me one crutch. Please!" said Sam.
The doctor thought a minute then looked at Sam. "I'm sick to death of Dean," he said, "and frankly I'm sick to death of you too Sam. If I'm going to prison, I might as well make it worth it." He raised the gun and aimed it right between Sam's eyes.