A/N: Okay, I've got some serious questions for you all. What does AU stand for? It would be really good to know.  NO ONE ANSWERED ME LAST TIME SO I'M ASKING AGAIN!

WARNING: Some language and I guess there is a little bit of torture…

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Chapter seven; The Truth Unfolds

Sam opened his eyes. He tried to move and quickly found that was impossible. He was sitting on cold cement floor, tied against a wooden post. It was so tight he could barely breath, let alone stand up. He blinked and tried to adjust to the dim lighting.

He could see a silhouette in the middle of the room. He squinted and could barely make out that familiar spiked hair.

"Dean!" He yelled and saw his brother's head jerk upwards. Dean was standing in the middle of the room, his hands chained above his head from the ceiling.

"Sam, is that you?" Dean asked with a rough voice. Sam sighed heavily. God he was so relieved to hear Dean's voice. "Are you okay?" Dean asked.

"Okay. How about you?" Sam asked, hoping his response was similar.

"I'm really confused." Dean admitted. Sam laughed dryly.

"What else is new?" He asked and got a snort in reply. "It's Lisa… actually Hannah. She knew Jessica growing up." He groaned as he shifted and the rough wood scraped his back. "She's obsessed with me."

"What is up with the chicks in the town?" Dean yelled. He tugged uselessly on the chains. "Any chance you can get free?" Dean asked.

"No, these ropes are too tight." Sam admitted disappointedly. "Dean you have to get out of here. She's going to kill you."

"Really? I thought she just wanted to look at me." Dean said sarcastically. He twisted his body around and bit his lips against the pain as his shoulders stretched to the limit. "Damn, this girl is smart, nothing is within reaching distance. But there is a plethora," Sam laughed. "In your face college boy, I've looked through Webster. As I was saying, there is a plethora of sharp objects on that wall… any one of them could free us." Dean sighed. "Well, I might as well catch you up on the situation… you passed out before I could fill you in at the hospital…" And we had that huge fight when we got home. "But apparently Alana's ghost is helping bring other witches to their true loves…"

"Dean, that's great, but that has nothing to do with this!" Sam said angrily. Why did have to be so carefree when he was about to die? Dean ignored him and kept on going.

"So, since she was burned at the stake there are no bones to get rid of, so I'm thinking that the only way to destroy her is to confuse her into killing a fellow witch… or something. We should really…"

"Dean, will you stop? We have to get out of here!" Sam yelled angrily. Suddenly the light turned on and Sam closed his eyes against the brightness of it.

"Hey Witch!" Dean said with a grin as Lisa… or Hannah, walked into the room. "Why don't you tell Sam that heart warming tale about you and Jessica that you told me?" Dean asked. Hannah glared at him and punched him hard in the stomach. He groaned. "Come on, he'll love it." He whispered breathlessly. Hannah smiled at Sam. She knelt down at his feet.

"I told your brother about how Jessica and I grew up together, playing witches during the day…" Sam saw Dean smile triumphantly. "And how she wanted the power to make anyone fall in the love with her and I wanted the power to counter her power. She was always the one the boys liked, I was just 'Jessie's ugly friend.'" Dean laughed.

"Honey, being ugly had nothing to do with it. It was probably because you're fucking insane!" He yelled. Sam saw her face darken. But she looked at him and smiled. Hannah reached out to touch Sam's cheek, he tried in vain to pull away, but there was no where to go.

"And then, when we met you at that party… Sam, it was love at first sight. I wanted you more than anything. But you walked over and went right to Jessica." She grabbed a handful of his hair and he winced. "I could have killed her… but then I came into your room that night and you thought it was her." She smiled. "You are a wonderful kisser, Sam."

"You're a strange girl, Hannah." Dean laughed. "That's pathetic, you know that right?" Dean asked. Hannah ignored him.

"I tried to tell Jess that I liked you, but she liked you too. She came between us… just like your brother has been trying to do." She looked back accusingly at Dean. He raised his eyebrows.

"I don't want you." He assured her. "Insane does not turn me on." She got up and walked towards him.

"You're worthless, you know that?" Hannah asked and put her hand on Dean's chest. "You think you're so charming… you're just a big dork." Dean winced.

"Oh man, no one has called me that since grade school." Dean whispered. "It hurts." He said sarcastically. "What are you trying to do here, Hannah?" Dean asked. "Sam doesn't want you."

"You're right, he wants you." Hannah said sadly. "He loves his big brother… he did miss you, Dean." She said softly. "And now, after almost losing you once before, he'd do anything to keep you around." She smiled delightfully. "Even give me what I want."

"And what would that be?" Sam asked. Hannah looked at him.

"Your child." She whispered softly. Dean laughed.

"Wow, now I know you're crazy!" He yelled. "Why would you want Sam's kid? He was a real awkward looking baby, all fat and bald… plus your genes won't improve its looks much."

"Shut up!" She hollered and threw her elbow at his ribs. He did shut up. "Thank you!" She yelled angrily. She walked over to Sam and put a knife in his hands. "Feel free to free yourself." She said happily. "But know…" She walked over to Dean and smiled up at him. She put a collar around his neck. "That if you do anything but what I tell you to do…" She showed him the little red button on her bracelet. She looked at Dean. "I had a dog once, but he got hit by a car… I made some special alterations to his shock collar." She pressed the button and Dean tried not to scream. Instead his back arched and he twisted around on the chains.

"Stop!" Sam yelled. Hannah released the button and smiled like she was proud of herself.

"It's not quite as powerful as those stun guns you cranked up stupidly high." She looked at Dean. "You talk a lot in a drug induced slumber. You're a real moron you know that? Didn't you ever learn that water conducts electricity?" Dean smiled sarcastically. "Like I said, not as powerful… but if I hold it down long enough, it could be." She sighed. "It'd be a real shame to lose him now, wouldn't it Sam?"

Hannah watched as Sam cut himself free. When he was free she gave him a moment to stretch his sore muscles.

"Okay, what do you want me to do?" Sam asked. Hannah smiled.

"First, put the knife down." She ordered. He set it down. "Kick it over to me." He did. "Okay, now, stand still." She walked over to him and stood right in front of him. "Relax Sam, you liked it so much the first time." Dean closed his eyes as she grabbed his face and kissed him.

"This is so gross." Dean groaned. She held out her wrist so he could see the bracelet and he closed his mouth. Hannah put her hands on Sam's face and deepened the kiss. Sam stood stiff as a board, but she grabbed his hands and placed them on her waist. She reached for his shirt.

A cold breeze ran through the room and Sam pushed Hannah away and she fell on the floor. "Sam!" She shrieked. "That wasn't very nice." She dramatically pressed the button and Dean started twisting again. "Apologize and I'll stop."

Sam looked slowly at Dean and then at Hannah. With a flick of his wrist the collar fell away from Dean's neck and the chains broke. Dean landed in a pile on the ground. Hannah's eyes grew wide.

"Wha…" She whispered and scrambled to her feet. "How did you…" Sam smiled slowly, his eyes green and glowing in the florescent lighting.

"You came between this man and his true love!" Sam yelled in an unfamiliar vibrato. Hannah backed up. "Just because she is dead does not mean their love is dead!" He added. Sam held out his hand and the knife flew to him. He gripped the handle and turned over his wrist so he could carve a heart on his wrist.

"Sam! What are you doing?" Hannah yelled. She took a step towards him, but something threw her back against the wall, against the wall of sharp objects. Hitting any one of them would have killed her, but it just so happened that she hit three; two saws and one pick axe. All three impaled her. But before she bled to death, a heart was carved upon her chest.

"Sammy…" Dean groaned and struggled his feet. Sam was standing there, staring at his bleeding wrist. "Where is Hannah…" Sam didn't answer, but Dean saw her bloody body lying in a heap on the ground. "What happened?"

"Death does nothing but free us." Sam whispered. "Be strong, my love." Dean took a step back.

"Okay, Sam would never say that… or at least I would hope so." Dean stared at Sam for a moment. "Alana?" He asked softly. Sam raised his head.

"You are just as guilty as she." Sam whispered. "You took him away from her and she died!" He still had the knife in his hand.

"Sam, if you're in there…" Dean walked backwards towards the door. Sam laughed.

"Do not fear death, it only sets you free." Sam explained.

"Dude, that is the biggest load of crap ever and you know that. Sam come on, fight her!" Dean searched his brother's—or maybe they were Alana's—green eyes. "I didn't know she was going to die." Dean whispered finally. Sam froze. "Neither did he. If anything came between them it was the demon that killed her. Alana… please? I love my brother." Dean whispered. Sam dropped forward to his knees.

"Dean…" Sam whispered weakly. Dean ran to his side and he knelt down next to him. He put his hand on Sam's shoulder.

"Are you with me?" Dean asked. Sam shook his head. "Fight her, don't let a girl beat you!"

"Dean, get out of here!" Sam yelled through gritted teeth. His hand stared shaking; the one holding the knife. It started toward Dean, but Sam used his other hand to stop it. "No!" He yelled. Dean got that he was talking to Alana. "Dean, go!"

"I'm not leaving you down here!" Dean yelled. "Look, I hate to do this, but you either fight her or we're both going to die." Dean explained simply. "We Winchesters don't do anything half way." Sam couldn't suppress a weak smile.

Sam gasped and clutched his head. It felt like someone was banging around in his skull with a hammer. Dean gripped his shoulders.

"Sam! What's happening?" Dean yelled. Sam looked at him, but didn't see him. Dean watched his brother's eyes flash back and forth to that same shimmering, emerald green. He couldn't help but to think—being the ladies' man he is—that Alana must have been one hot lesbian.

Suddenly Sam went limp in his arms. Dean scooped him up and held him close to his chest, feeling his pulse.

"Sam, hey, wake up." Dean whispered softly. "Sammy…"

"Sam, open your eyes." Someone whispered. He felt cold breath on his cheek. He opened his eyes and Jessica was looking at him. Her skin looked icy and pale. Her lips were a faint blue and her eyes were cold and lifeless. Nevertheless, she smiled and for a moment she was his Jessica again.

"Jess…" Sam breathed and sat up. He looked around at the white nothingness. "Where are we?" She smiled in the coy way she did whenever she had a secret.

"This is your mind, Sammy." She said bluntly. "Alana was handing your ass to you out there… in here, you have the advantage." She stood up and held her hand out to Sam. She was wearing that same white nightgown he'd imagined her in so many times.

"Jess, I'm so sorry…" He started. She shook her head.

"Now isn't the time, Sam." She whispered. "She's coming." Then Jessica disappeared and a thin woman with long black hair stood in her place. She was standing with her head down and her shoulders hunched over so her hair covered her face. She was barefoot and her dress was covered in soot and looked like the bottom was burned.

Slowly the girl raised her head, her hair falling back so Sam could see her eyes. He locked eyes with her and she smiled. Slowly, but surely her body erupted in flame and she stepped closer.

He could feel the heat. He knew soon it would engulf him.

"Christ, Sammy. You're burning up." Dean whispered as he took his hand away from Sam's forehead. His eyes were rolling around behind his lids, so at least he was alive… but what the hell was going on?

She stepped closer and the fire got hotter. Sam felt sweat break out across his forehead, yet he was frozen in place.

"Sam, don't let her win." Jessica whispered. Sam felt a knife materialize in his hand. He looked down at it, and then Alana put her hand on his chest.

Sam let out a deep scream and arched his back. Dean watched in horror as a handprint appeared on Sam's chest. It was being burnt there. And Dean couldn't do anything.

Sam thrust the knife under Alana's ribcage and the fire on his chest stopped. He yanked it out and Alana staggered back and dropped to her knees. Sam felt relieved, until he saw the smile on her face. She threw her head back and laughed.

"You may have stopped me, Samuel. But you will still watch your family die." She whispered.

In a rush of light Sam gasped and opened his eyes. He was breathing heavily and he felt Dean's arms around him, loosely. Sam looked at his hands… his bloody hands. The knife he was holding was covered in blood. Sam looked at Dean and noticed he was pale. Dean looked down at his stomach, where he was bleeding from a knife wound.

"Oh God, Dean!" Sam yelled and sat up, ignoring the dull pain pulsating through his body and the fiery agony gripping at the burn on his chest. "Dean… oh shit… I… oh God." He didn't know what to do. He didn't know what to say. What the fuck had just happened? Was it his fault? Sam felt like he was going to black out again. The smell of blood snapped him back to reality. He laid Dean flat on his back and gripped his hand tightly. "Dean, listen to me." He said strongly, demanding Dean's gaze. "You are going to be fine." Sam assured him.

"What the fuck happened?" Dean asked quietly and coughed, wetting his lips with blood. Shit. That wasn't good. Sam smiled gently and lovingly brushed back Dean's hair from his damp forehead.

"I'll explain later." Sam whispered and balled Dean's shirt in his hand and pressed down hard on the wound. Dean groaned. "I know, I'm sorry, but I have to stop the bleeding." Sam was using the tone he could remember Dean using when he was young and hurt. Dean was having trouble breathing, Sam could tell by the gasping. "Hey, Dean, you just have to breath, concentrate on breathing." Sam dug deep into his pocket, searching for his cell phone. Nothing ever went right, just please God, let him have the fucking phone.