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Dean's Song

Chapter 22– Endings

Sam watched in horror as he saw his brother struggling for breath. He could feel the Siren using his power, but so far had not been able to stop her. As Dean's eyes closed, Sam panicked knowing that time was running out. Sam didn't care what it cost him…this was going to stop now.

Closing his eyes, Sam let the anger and hatred he felt towards the Siren fill him. He could hear Matthew reciting the exorcism in Latin…knowing that the ritual was almost complete, he gathered the last of his strength for one final push. Sam glared at the Siren in his mind and began his attack.

"You killed him…you killed my brother you bitch and now I'm going to kill you!" Sam raged as he advanced on the Siren. He smiled as the Siren actually backed away from him.

"You wanted my power…well let me give you some of it…free of charge!" Sam looked at the Siren and watched as she flew into the air, grabbing at her throat. He could see the fear in her eyes as she gasped for breath. Sam continued to use his power to strangle the Siren.

"You should be careful…remember what you sow, so shall you reap! You will die the same way that Dean died…with my hands around your throat!" Sam was listening to Matthew…he had to time this just right.

"You can't kill me…it's not in you to kill. You aren't a hunter Sam, that was your father and brother…please, stop!" The Siren begged as she felt herself weakening.

"I am my father's son…I come from a family of hunters…I may not like it…but believe me, I am more than capable of killing when I need to…you never should have hurt my brother!" Sam advanced so that he was within striking distance of the Siren. He could see her form beginning to fade as he continued to hold her with his mind.

Sam heard Matthew begin the last words of the ritual. "And now…you will pay for what you have done…I hope you rot in hell!" Sam pushed with the last of his strength against the Siren. He heard the scream in his mind as the Siren's spirit was ripped from his body. He could sense that she was gone, but at what cost?

Sam opened his eyes as he fell to the floor beside his brother's still form. "Oh God, what have I done?" Sam reached to feel for a pulse and found none, his brother wasn't breathing! Sam tried to begin CPR, but he was too weak…he looked as Matthew rushed towards them. "Please…help him!"

Matthew gently pushed Sam aside as he crouched next to Dean. He quickly removed the rope from around Dean's neck. He placed Dean on the floor and began CPR and breathing for Dean. He heard Missouri rush into the room behind him. "Get him out of here Missouri and call 911!" Matthew barked as he continued to try to revive the young hunter.

Missouri looked at Sam and could see that he was ready to collapse. "Come on honey…you need to give Matthew room to work…it will be ok…you'll see."

Sam looked up at Missouri with tears in his eyes. "How can it be alright Missouri…I killed him…he was right to be afraid of me…all of you should be afraid of me!"

"Hush now…that kind of thinking won't do any of us any good. You need to help me here…put your arm over my shoulder, that's it…come on let's give Matthew some room." Missouri grunted under the weight of the young man. She was starting to feel her age…she looked briefly at Matthew who gave her a small shake of his head as he continued to fight for the young man's life.

Missouri managed to get Sam in the bed room next door. He collapsed onto the bed and stared at the ceiling. She could feel him beginning to shut down. "Samuel Winchester…don't you give up on him yet…he never gave up on you…not for one moment!" But Sam acted as if he didn't hear her. Missouri looked at Sam with a critical eye. "Boy you sure are a mess! But don't you worry, we'll have you up in no time!"

Sam heard Missouri, but he couldn't seem to reach past the fog that was beginning to envelope him. His body hurt in so many places, it was hard to tell what hurt worse…but then he knew what hurt more than any physical wound…he had killed Dean. First his mother, then Jessica and now Dean…he couldn't take it any more. He knew that he would never have the life that he dreamed of…people would continue to be hurt and killed as long as he was around.

Missouri was getting more concerned by the moment. She could sense that Sam had lost the will to live…without it, he would die just as sure as she was standing here. She decided that she needed to work on the body first…then she would worry about the soul. Luckily she had identified the poison that had been used on Sam. She knew that they didn't have much time to get the next dose of antidote into him. She reached into her pocket and pulled out the vial she had prepared.

"Sam…honey, you need to drink this for me…it will stop the poison from doing any more damage." Missouri held Sam's head as she brought the vial to his lips. She was shocked when Sam reached up and grabbed the vial from her hands, throwing against the wall. "NO! I don't deserve it…I deserve to suffer…just leave me alone!"

"Now you listen here mister! I just spent a good deal of time making that for you…I swear I oughta beat you until you get some sense in that thick head of yours!" Missouri watched as Sam blinked and looked at her, tears came to her eyes at the raw emotions she saw in the depths of his brown eyes.

"I'm sorry Missouri…I didn't mean to hurt you…I always seem to hurt people I love. You know it's kinda funny in way…Alex was cursed to never find love…to be alone for an eternity. I think I have the same curse…both of us ended up hurting and killing the people around us…I'm no better than her!" Sam groaned as the pain in his stomach began to get worse. He rolled into a ball on the bed and closed his eyes. He knew he deserved the pain…and for the first time in his life, he felt like he didn't deserve to live.

Missouri patted Sam on the shoulder as she got up to leave the room. She needed to make more antidote and get it into the stubborn man before he got his wish…if he didn't get a few more doses of the antidote, he would die…and that was something that Missouri was going to make sure didn't happen.

In the other room, Matthew continued to fight for the life of the brave young man. He shook his head at the amount each of the boys was willing to sacrifice to save the other. As Matthew cupped Dean's head in his hands once more, he lowered his mouth to Dean's and blew life giving air into Dean's lungs. Matthew sat back, exhausted and almost ready to give up when he heard Dean take a shuddering breath.

"That's it Dean…you can do it, slow and easy breaths…easy there son…don't move too quickly now!"

Dean opened his eyes and blinked, what had happened? He tried to sit up, but Matthew gently pushed him back onto the floor. Dean shook his head, trying to clear the fog from his brain. Suddenly everything came flooding back to him. Dean sat up straight, searching the room for his brother. "Sam…where is Sam?" Dean croaked out through his swollen throat.

"Don't worry Dean, Missouri just took him into the other room to get him settled. Let me take a look at you…you sure are a mess!" Matthew could see the beginning of bruises on Dean's face and arms as well as the rope burn around Dean's neck. He gently pulled up Dean's shirt and sucked in a breath at the bruises he saw peeking out from under the bandages on the boy's ribs. His back didn't seem to be in much better shape. Luckily, the damage thought painful, did not appear to be life threatening.

"Well, looks like you'll be sore for a few days…but you're gonna be fine. You did a real fine job Dean…I don't know if I could have done what you did if the circumstances were reversed!" Matthew helped Dean to his feet.

"I want to see Sam" Dean whispered, placing a hand on his sore throat.

"Sure, don't worry, I'm sure your voice will be fine as soon as the swelling goes down Dean. In the meantime, you may want to use your voice as little as possible." Matthew started to leave the room with Dean following closely behind. Matthew knew that the boy was probably close to collapse, but he also knew that Dean wouldn't appreciate him helping him at this point.

As both men entered the hallway, they saw Missouri hastily exiting the room next door. "How is Sam?" Dean croaked.

"Oh honey…you're alright!" Missouri grabbed Dean in a hug that almost smothered the young man. Dean awkwardly patted her on the back…not sure what else to do. As Missouri backed away from Dean, she shook her head sadly.

"I'm sorry Dean…but I'm not sure that your brother is going to make it this time."

TBC

Raven524: I know…another cliff hanger, but what can I say…the keyboard just stopped working at this point…honest (smiles and looks heavenward). Hope you all liked the last couple of chapters…I will try to get the next one out as soon as I can…I know how some of you hate suspense! Drop me a line (no virtual arm twisting please) and let me know what you think!