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Dean's Song

Chapter 15 – Burned

Dean fell to the ground in front of the door, his brief spurt of energy gone. He knew that Sam was only trying to protect him…but that was his job. He would not be placed on the sidelines…waiting for Sam to call him from the bench. In that moment, Dean realized how Sam must have felt all those years when he had; in effect, sidelined him. "Sammy…can you hear me…you need to let me out of here…you can't protect yourself…please Sammy, open the door!" Dean hated the weakness in his voice, but he wasn't even sure he could stand anymore.

Sighing, Dean realized that until Sam decided to let him out of the room, there wasn't much he could do. He wished he knew what was causing Sam's powers to be acting up…and more to the point, why were they targeting him? Dean lay down on the bed, intending to wait for Sam. When Sam opened the door…they were going to have a long talk...Oh God, another chick flick moment was in order. Dean hated it, but he knew that Sam needed these moments once and awhile…maybe it had been too long since their last one. He knew that his words were bothering Sam, he needed to get his brother to understand…if that meant talking about their feelings…then so be it.

Dean listened to the quiet of the house, it unnerved him. Where was Sam? Dean struggled to keep his eyes open…he had to be ready if Sam needed him. Unfortunately, his body would not listen to his desires. Dean closed his eyes, falling into a deep sleep.

In another part of the house, Sam continued to walk…trying to get as far away from Dean as he could. He sensed that the Siren could not hurt Dean unless they were near each other. Gasping again, he fell to his knees as another wave of pain hit. The pain was getting worse…he didn't know how much more he could take. To make matters worse, the pain in his stomach had started again…Sam worried that the poison may have only been slowed down. Placing his back up against the wall, he tried to concentrate. He needed to think…the Siren's spirit was still here, in the house. The remains were in the bedroom that Sam had occupied…he needed to salt and burn the remains.

Sam pushed himself up and staggered towards the kitchen. He knew what he had to do; he only hoped that he had the strength to do it. He quickly gathered what he needed and headed back down the hallway. He paused for a brief moment outside his brother's door. The pain in his head reminded him that he didn't have much time. Sam continued down towards the room he had occupied. As he approached the Siren's remains, he could feel the anger in the room…it almost had a physical presence.

The painful music in his mind continued to grow…but Sam shook his head…determined to complete his task. It was the only way he could ensure that Dean would be safe. Sweeping the remains into the metal trash can he had brought with him. He salted and prepared to burn the remains. As he tried to strike the match…his hand froze.

"You will listen to me Sam…you cannot refuse my command!" The Siren's voice roared in his head.

"I told you…you will not control me…no one can control me…believe me, even my own father can't control me!" Sam laughed grimly as he focused on the hand holding the match.

Sam could feel the Siren trying to stop him from burning the remains…with trembling hands; he lit the match and watched it fall into the trash bin. As soon as the flames started, Sam clasped his hands over his ears…the noise was almost unbearable. Sam closed his eyes, trying to block the assault on his senses…but the pain in his mind continued to grow as the flames began to die down. Sam's last thought as he lost consciousness was of his brother Dean. "I'm sorry Dean…I tried, but once again I failed you…I'm sorry!"

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Missouri was bringing Matthew up to date on the history of the Winchester family. As she finished, she could sense the tension from the man sitting beside her. "What is it Matthew?" Missouri could have just as easily looked, but she never invaded another person's inner most thoughts…she would pick up those near the surface only.

"Well, I knew that there were other hunters out there…in fact, I've met a few in my time. But these folks…they seem to be taking a pretty big bite of the apple…chasing demons is no easy job."

"Yes, they shore are a special breed…and poor Sam, he has had a lot thrust on him over the past year…he is beginning to feel the weight of his birth…I jest don' know how much more that poor boy can take!" Missouri's eyes filled with tears at the unfairness. She remembered the bright young boy who use to play in her parlor when his father was off on a job. She had watched the boys of a few occasions. Sam was the most inquisitive child she had ever met…always asking why. Unfortunately, as Sam was finding out…sometimes there was not an answer to the question other than, it is what it is.

"So, you say this kid has some kind of psychic abilities…any idea on how strong they are? You know that they could make our job a whole lot more difficult Missouri." Matthew looked sideways at the woman.

"I sensed that he has powerful abilities…but I'm not sure exactly how advanced they are. I know that he has premonitions and he can sense the presence of evil…Dean even mentioned that his brother may have some sort of telekinetic ability…but Sam doesn't seem to be able to tap into his abilities or control them. They just sort of happen…which makes it difficult for the boy…I wish I could help him." Missouri looked out the window of the car. She hoped they would get there in time…she could feel the torment in Sam and Dean building…she only hoped that they would not be too late.

Matthew saw the worried look on his friends face. He didn't need to be a psychic to understand that they needed to make good time to get to the boys…he just hoped that they would be able to help them. "Don't worry Missouri…we should be there by late tomorrow morning…if these boys are as good as you told me…they should be able to defend themselves until then."

"I shore hope so Matthew…I pray that you are right!"

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Sam slowly opened his eyes; he could see that night had fallen. Sitting up, he groaned as his headache seemed to be a permanent resident in his head. Looking at the trash can, he sighed. He hoped that it was over. His mind seemed to be quiet…and there were no objects flying through the air. Maybe it was finally over.

Sam pushed himself to his feet, knowing that he had to get to Dean. His brother had been locked in the room most of the day. He knew that he would be mad…just like he was mad when Sam had tied him up…but at least this time, he had confined him near a bathroom. Sam smiled as he remembered the incident. He would miss those moments when he moved on without his big brother…a fact that he knew Dean would not understand.

Making his way down the hallway, Sam paused outside the doorway to Dean's room once again. He paused; placing his hand on the door…trying to absorb some of the strength that always seemed to surround his brother. If only, he could be as strong…maybe he would have learned how to control his powers…maybe his brother would not need to fear his freaky brother…and maybe pigs could fly!

Sam opened the door and stepped into the dark room. He walked over to the bed and watched the rise and fall of his brother's chest. Feeling his brother's forehead, he was relieved that although a little warm…it wasn't burning with fever. Sam jumped as a hand grabbed his wrist in a steel grip and he found himself staring into the angry green eyes of his brother.

"So, you finally decided to come and let me out little brother…what the hell have you been doing all day! I called to you more than once…but could you let me know that you were ok…NO! You left me here wondering if you were alive or dead…you could have been lying there dying and I wouldn't have been able to save you. Do you know how that made me feel Sam…answer me damn it!" Dean tried to control the rage…but it had been simmering all day. How could Sam leave him like that…bad enough he couldn't control his powers, but to leave Dean to worry all day was unforgivable in his book.

Sam absorbed each blow without saying a single word. Dean was right…there was no defense for his actions…once again he had hurt Dean…this time by causing him to worry about his sorry ass. Looking out into the darkness of the night, Sam once again wondered why he had even been born…all he caused was pain to those around him…pain and suffering.

"Sammy…answer me! What have you been up to!" Dean was so angry; his body was actually shaking with it. He felt the need to hurt Sam as badly as he had been hurt…God help him, for once he didn't want to be the older brother…he just wanted to let the anger out.

Sam stood and wrenched his wrist from his brother's control. "Don't worry Dean…you won't have to worry about me much longer…soon I won't be your concern!" Sam never saw the look on Dean's face as he turned away…never heard the apology or the desperate sound in his brother's voice.

Sam did what he swore he would never do…he gave in to the darkness.

TBC

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