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Chapter Six

Sam opened his eyes and yawned. He had been asleep now for a good six hours, and he felt like it was time to get up. As he started to sit, a noise came from just outside the hotel room door. Sam looked at Dean, who was asleep on the other bed. He did not stir.

Sam sat up and listened for the sound again. As if on cue, a loud bang erupted below the window beside Sam's bed. He jumped off the bed, breathing hard. Then he chided himself for being so foolish. It was probably just someone filling the ice machine. Dean moved only slightly, but he seemed oblivious to the sounds. Sam edged up to the window, the sheers blowing lightly with the night air. Sam slowly moved the drapery away, and waited.

Dean tapped Sam on the shoulder. He jumped at his brother's touch, and banged his head on the window pane. Rubbing the sore spot, he turned to Dean.

Sam almost screamed when he saw his brother's eyes. They were dark and not his own. Something had happened last night. What had Dean done? Sam pushed back against the window, but could go no farther or else he would fall out.

"Dean, what did you do?" He looked at his brother in terror.

An evil smile crossed his brother's lips. Dean's hand curled into a fist, and connected with Sam's right cheek. The power of the blow knocked him to his knees. He could taste blood in his mouth.

"How does that taste?" A voice that was not Dean's passed through his lips.

Sam stood cautiously. A chill ran down his spine. Dean was no longer his brother, and if he had to kill him to save him, then . . .

"Dean, I know you're in there. You can fight this!" Sam grasped at straws, but prayed there was slim chance it would work.

Laughter echoed through the room. "Good try kid." Dean threw Sam across the room, his head slamming into a lamp, breaking it. Sam lay on the floor, bleeding from one ear. Dean walked up to him and grabbed him by his shirt collar. Hoisting him into the air so he could see into Sam's eyes, he tossed him again, this time toward the bathroom door. Sam hit it square in the center. It splintered, a small piece embedding itself into Sam's arm.

"Had enough yet?" Dean laughed hard, the dark eyes growing even darker.

Then, Dean grabbed at his stomach. A low groan emanated from his throat. He lurched forward, and hit his knees, hard. Grabbing at the carpet, Dean threw his head back and bellowed.

Sam watched as Dean tugged at his chest and beat his stomach. He rushed to him, in hopes that the leaper might be dying. He grabbed Dean's shoulders, and he did not resist, but he was still fighting with himself.

"Dean, please if you can hear me . . . " Sam begged.

His brother fell onto the carpet in a heap, all struggling ceased. This gave Sammy an idea. Grabbing a single wooden chair by the door and some rope they always carried, he pulled his brother onto the chair. It was difficult, but he managed. Once he was tied up, Sammy sat back and watched.

Ten minutes of so later, his brother awoke. Yet it was not his brother. The leaper was still invading his body. Dean began to kick and fight against the restraints.

"You let me out of here you little piss ant. NOW!" It was angry, extremely angry.

"I am sorry Dean, but this is the only way. I just can't . . . " He trailed off.

Sammy knew that the only way to deal with this situation was to kill the host and let the jumper into himself, yet he could never kill his brother no matter how much he pissed him off. He just turned his back to his brother's fury, and pretended to ignore it.

Only a moment later, he heard a crack, and before he could turn around, Dean was on him. The rope that had bound his hands was around Sam's throat. He grabbed at it, trying to pull it away, to breathe. Dean only tugged tighter. Sam struggled, and as his world began to fade, he felt his feet slip from under him. He fell backwards, taking Dean down with him. They landed together, Dean hitting the leg of Sam's bed. A hollow sound resounded through the room. Sam yanked the rope from his neck, and gasped at the site of his dead brother.

"Oh God no, what have I done?"

He shuffled back against the small dresser and held his legs to his chest. Tears fell from his eyes. The only person he could count on was lying dead before him. Dean's hazel eyes stared up at him. It was only a matter of time before . . .

Sammy felt a tug in his chest that radiated around his heart. He fell forward, feeling as if his veins would explode. An invisible hand began to squeeze his heart, and then let go. The pain then moved to his stomach, making him retch. A heaviness came over him like he had never felt before. Looking back at his brother, everything went black!