The brothers had spent the rest of the day around the house, working out all the possibilities that could happen. They had spoken to Annabelle several times, but not once did you give up any information that they could use. She always skirted the issue of her husband and the conversations she had with their father, they were playing her game and they didn't like it. All they could do was set up to rid her of her husband's ghost!
"That should do it" Dean said as he clicked the shotgun closed.
"You said he'll come in here first?" Sam questioned Annabelle, double checking the detail.
"Yes, he'll definitely come in here, now are you ready?" Annabelle asked with a wicked grin.
Dean and Sam looked at each other, she looked too happy, they didn't have to wait long to find out why.
It felt like the 'being' had burst into the room in an explosion, its force alone sent Dean crashing to the floor, the shotgun flying out of his hand.
"Dean" Sam called out, but was stopped from going to help by the unseen force.
"Meet my husband Richard" Annabelle laughed. "Hi honey" she said with glee when what appeared to be a breeze brushed against her face.
Dean hadn't moved, the impact on the floor had knocked him out and he didn't look well enough to wake up anytime soon.
Sam was now being pinned against the wall, no chance of getting to his brothers side, "it's no good, he's already done for and it's all going to be because of your father!" Annabelle still had that grin on her face as she touched Sam's cheek. He tried to move away but 'Richard' was holding him firm, he's eyes though were filled with fear.
"Revenge against your father is going to be so sweet you being here, I've got his precious son going to kill the special one" Annabelle was all but rubbing her hands together at the thought of what she had planned.
"What the hell are you talking about, you got us here so he could kill me" Sam's faced screwed up in disgust, looking down where his brother lay, he was still not moving.
"Him kill you, no no dear, you're going to kill him! Though, looking at him it's not going to be too difficult!" The look on Sam's face made Annabelle burst out laughing "oh so you thought you were the special one, ha ha ha fraid not, you may have some physic ability but when it comes down to it, he's the freak I want dead and I want YOU to tell your father it was YOU that done it!"
Sam had no words, he had run all sorts of options round his head before this, but having the husband come back to help the wife get him to kill his brother wasn't one of them!
"Oh look at you, now why don't I want to kill you?" Sam tried again to wriggle free but to no avail as Annabelle continued, her voice full of hate "it's HIS life I want, your father left him because he knew there was something about him that he couldn't take the reasonability for, and yet he fights believing he is doing what his father wants, no questions, he's a fool. Your father doesn't love him like a son; he just wants him to protect you, the precious son"
"Shut up" Sam snapped.
Dean slowly opened his eyes; he could hear people talking in the background without moving, he focused on what was being said.
"What it is to be loved, hey Sammy? You have your father and brother's undying love, but poor Dean has a father who doesn't want him around even though he was the good little soldier, and a brother, a brother who reluctantly had to join the 'family business', and that was just selfish wasn't Sam? It's too good having you here to kill that little freak for me, your father was wise enough not to return, he knew I'd pay him back for trying to get rid of Richard, I thought this was going to be harder, but with your accident, killing your brother now is the best opportunity I'm going to get"
Sam was fuming, her words were cutting deep into him, sure he would help his brother anytime, anywhere, but she was right he had only joined Dean to help him solve who killed Jess. And was it true, did their father abandon Dean because he didn't want to be with him because of who he was, did he actually love him? Sam was so worked up, it was time for Annabelle to exploit the opportunity that presented itself.
"Sam, get ready to meet my husband… personally" she smiled and nodded.
Sam's head was in a spin, he was upset, unfocussed, he didn't even realize the grip on him was released until it was too late.
Annabelle stood and watched as Sam's body shook violently, his eyes clouded over before closing. Within seconds he fell to the ground the shaking suddenly stopping.
Dean had heard enough, he knew he had to get up, to protect himself, to protect Sam.
"Sam?" he gasped as he gingerly stood up "What have you done to him bitch?" Dean swayed slightly, as he set his eyes on his brother's form.
"Now now, that's not nice is it? You're brother is going to do something for me, makes it a bit more exciting now that you're up"
"Kiss my ass" Dean sarcastically replied keeping a close eye on her as he made his way to Sam.
"You have such a way with words, guess that's why your father left you"
Dean wasn't biting, ignoring her he was only interested in checking on his brother.
"He doesn't love you, you know that right?" Annabelle was still content messing with their heads and watching what was going on.
"Well if he doesn't give a shit about me, why are you going to kill me to get your revenge, you thick cow" Dean bent down at his brothers side.
Annabelle shrugged "I'm not going to kill you" she responded smugly as she went to the kitchen "Sam is?"
Sam's body flinched, and before Dean could do anything, his brother was standing looking down laughing at him.
Dean scooted back onto his hands out the way. His right side almost buckling under the weight.
"Get up and fight" the words came out of Sam's mouth, but Dean knew it wasn't him it was the husband.
Slowly Dean got to his feet, taking a quick look at Annabelle as she came back into the room, she just looked back at him smiling.
"Great" Dean stood slightly bent over, his ribs grinding inside causing him problems. "Sammy you don't want to do this" he pleaded knowing Sam was somewhere inside.
Richard smiled back, "Yeah I do" he took the knife from Annabelle and pointed the blade in Dean's direction "your times up"
Dean stared at Sam "funny I saw this the other way round" he said dryly as his brother twiddled the knife around in his hand.
"Just shows you're an amateur" Richard laughed.
"You really have issues when your processed, don't you!" Dean dropped his head for a moment, recalling looking down the barrel of the pistol and then the sound of it going off, he already be dead if it was loaded, shot by his brother, now he was going to be attacked, perhaps killed by whatever had taken over his brother again, but he wasn't going to give up without a fight.
"He has no choice but to kill you, see my husband is pretty pissed your father took him from this earth, granted he wasn't quite human, but leaving him in the state he is now he's not happy! And well your Daddy's not going to come and save you but he is going to learn a lesson, an eye for an eye, or more to the point my husbands life for yours" Annabelle gladly got interrupted.
"You do know that Sam is the one your father loves right" Richard bluntly said.
"What?" Dean looked blankly at his brother, hearing him talk, seeing him, it was hard for Dean to remember it was Richard.
"Oh don't worry, we'll keep this one alive, just so he can tell your father how he killed his special son, special but not loved!" Richard laughed.
"Are you thinking does daddy love you?" Annabelle pretended to wipe a tear from her eye "No, he used you! You're the only freak of the family, being with you for all those years, he couldn't take it anymore and left. And you got scared, ran to your baby brother, still searching for that somebody to love you. Your brother who wanted nothing to do with you, just wanted a normal life. I'm sure your father would like nothing more than to see Sam, but you around he couldn't. Hell I even spelled it out to him what I was going to do to you and look around; do you see him here to save you? No!"
Tears welled up in Dean's eyes, he knew she was playing with him, but deep down she was hitting a nerve, a really deep rooted nerve. "You don't know what you're talking about"
"You're wrong, see I know more about you Dean Winchester than you do, I know why you wear that necklace, I know what you saw the night your mother died"
"Shut up or I swear I'll.."
"You'll what? Kill me?" she nodded over at 'Sam'.
Richard smiled, it was time.
"Sam, come on, fight him, I know you can hear me, fight him" Dean frantically asked, stepping back to get some distance between him and the knife.
"Too late" the husband cried out as he lunged at Dean.
Dean's pain had to wait, throwing his arm up to block the attack; he shifted himself to the side pushing Sam to the floor.
"You may have taken his body, but you fight like shit" Dean declared, relieved he'd got enough in him to at least fend off the first blow.
The husband picked himself off the floor, laughing as he did.
Hearing Sam laugh like that sent a shiver down Dean's spine, it was evil.
Dean protected his ribs with his right arm, his left held out like a boxer ready for the next attempt on his life, shooting pain running up and down his body.
"Don't try to fight it, the sooner he kills you the sooner your brother will be free"
Her words ran round his head, his brother would be free?
The husband approached Dean again, Sam's faced screwed up showing the intent of the husband.
"Awwww" Dean screamed out as the husband jumped him knocking him to the floor.
Annabelle all but stopped herself from dancing around the room at the sight of the two brothers fighting it out on the floor, obviously knowing her husband was Sam the would be victor.
"Kill or be killed" Sam's voice was harsh, as he fought to bring the blade down into Dean's chest.
Dean wasn't going to give up that easily, using both hands he was desperately trying to direct the knife away from him.
"Finish him" Annabelle shouted.
Dean took in a deep breath and pushed with all his might. The result, Sam flew back taking Dean with him. The knife getting caught up in their hands came down hard into one of the brothers.
Dean tried to catch his breath, his aching ribs protesting any movement his chest made. Lying for a split second he then moved to find his brother pinned down by the knife in his arm.
"Sorry Sammy" Dean muttered in torment, trying to get to his feet.
"You think that's a problem" Annabelle was getting impatient.
Her husband slowly pulled the knife out of Sam's arm, there was no screaming, no agonizing moans, the only sense that Sam was hurting were the tears welling in his eyes.
Dean was hunched over, his left hand resting on his knee, he knew he couldn't take much more, and he definitely wasn't ready for what happened next.
The door burst open, the sound of a gunshot caught Dean off guard as he received a roundhouse kick from Sam, he collapsed to the floor reeling in agony. The noise of someone chanting was drowned out by his own groans of agonizing pain.
Sam had jumped on top of Dean and spread-eagled him out, turning to the figure who had entered the room the husband laughed "perfect timing" before bringing the knife down to Dean's chest.
The chanting stopped, the room fell silent. Sam slumped over Dean's body. Annabelle was gone, and the figure fell to his knees.
Sam's eyes opened and closed, his own senses awakening. "Dean, no, oh God no" rolling off his brother he cried out at the sight before him "NOOOOOOOO DEAN, please no" he own blood running down his arm, Sam was in shock.
Dean lay wide eyed, blood spitting from his mouth as he gasped for breath. Sam shook his head, "no no no" tears rolling freely down his face, he looked at the knife, he didn't want to touch it, it lay embedded in his brothers chest.
"Sam" a voice called.
Sam turned to see the figure "Dad?"
"Let me help" John quickly took his son's hand and stroked his face.
Dean's eyes' rolled in his head, he was losing consciousness.
Bending down John took control, "Sam there's a bag just outside the door, get it for me"
Sam didn't argue and left to fetch it.
John looked anguished as he felt for a pulse on his first born "I'm sorry son" he said holding back his own tears.
Dean caught sight of his Dad, he wasn't sure if he was dreaming but he still managed to ask "Sam?" as blood ran down his chin.
John cradled his head as answered, "He's fine, let's worry about you"
Dean was taking short gasps for air; the knife had probably gone in far enough to puncture his lung. Reaching out for his Dad to take his hand, pain ripped through his body, and just barely remaining conscious he had to ask "Do you love me?"
John heart sunk at the question but he didn't have time to answer as Dean's body went limp and his head lulled to one side.
TBC.. just incase you were wondering!
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