Title:Guilt

Author:SupernaturalandLostfan

Rating:PG13

Genre:Angst/Drama

Characters:Dean,Sam,Meg (a.k.a.evil bitch), OC's

Spoiler warning:"Scarecrow" I guess since we meet Meg for the first time in that episode.

Summary:A mistake is made. Can one of the brothers forgive the other? If so, can he forgive himself?

Disclaimer:I own nothing "Supernatural" related, yada, yada, etc.

Guilt

Ch.6

"What the hell happened back there Dean? Were you trying to get me killed?"Sam yelled between pained gasps, holding his side which the supposedly "going to be easy to vanquish" demon had taken a considerable chunk out of.

"How can you even ask me that Sammy? It was an accident." Dean replied, momentarily pausing in his ministrations to the wound to look at his little brother in disbelief.

"Yeah? You're having a lot of those lately aren't you Dean?"

Finishing his temporary wrapping of Sam's wound, Dean helped him to the car, not even bothering to reply to his last remark. Pulling onto the road and heading towards the hospital to get the wound stitched, Dean stared sullenly ahead as he drove, replaying the nights events in his head.

Things had started out going as planned. He and Sam had made it to the local college's campus at least an hour before nightfall, giving them plenty of time to get in their previously decided upon positions in the large park that was smack dab in the middle of it.

All of the previous attacks had taken place there, and after doing some research Sam had discovered that several hundred years earlier some local farmers had burned a woman at the stake, claiming she was a witch and was responsible for the failure of any family but her own to produce profitable crops from their fields since they'd settled in the town 3 years earlier.

Of course she had been falsely accused. Truth be told, there just wasn't enough rain that year to support the crops due to a drought. Despite this she and her family had refused to give up their dreams of one day becoming wealthy, and worked relentlessly, laboring day and night to maintain their fields.

The townsfolk refused to admit to themselves that this was the cause, and they just weren't working at it as much as they could. So rather than blame themselves, they burned a wife and mother of 2 alive.

A woman who was a known atheist. Who better to choose as their scapegoat?

Though she had never practiced any of her beliefs or tried to force them upon anyone, the woman had come from a long line of witches, and just as she was about to die ,had used the last of her life force to call upon her bloodlines power and placed a curse upon the town. Stating with her dying breaths that for their deed, each year one of their children be stripped from them, killed by a vengeance demon for their parents wrongful actions.

They had laughed at what they'd thought to be meaningless threats, but a year to the day after she was killed their children started dying of mysterious acts that had appeared to be animal attacks.

One of the locals had finally decided to take hiding in the spot that the attacks had taken place, which was now where the college was located, and to their horror had seen that, just as she'd ordered, the acts were being performed by a demon.

The people had tried several times unsuccessfully to kill the monster, but being as the times were not as advanced in knowledge as they now were, had failed in doing so, succeeding only in getting themselves killed or maimed.

Over time the murders had petered off as the elders responsible for the burning died, and it had seemed to finally stop, but when the new college had been built 3 years ago, they had slowly increased again. Therefor making the news many times, and right after the accidental shooting of the girl, the brothers had seen one of the articles and came to town to stop it before it could do any more damage. Discovering the demon's weakness after much research, they had went the night of the solstice to kill it.

When it had finally made its appearance things had initially went as planned, but then, when Dean had been moving in for the kill, unexpected events had taken place.

First, at the last moment the demon had once again gained the upper hand, knocking Dean across the field with one swipe of its taloned claw.

Secondly it had turned its fury on to Sam.

Third, Dean had recovered just as it was closing in on his brother, the demon having quickly disarmed him, knocking his ax from his hand.

Having retrieved his own ax, Dean had raised it to chop off the monsters head when he suddenly stopped, a look of confusion and shock on his face, and dropped his ax.

Taking this opportunity the demon had returned its attention to the younger Winchester, and after a brief struggle, clawed his side, leaving three huge gashes in it.

Hearing his brothers yell of pain, whatever had caused his actions either disappeared or were now being ignored , and Dean snapped out of his momentary paralysis, killing the demon before it could do any further damage.

Needless to say, Sam had not been a happy camper, and automatically jumped down Deans throat as he did a makeshift patching of his wounds.

Now they were presently on their way to the hospital.

"Can you at least tell me what caused you to drop it Dean?"Sam asked through gritted teeth, desperately wanting to find out what had caused his brothers mistake that had almost cost him his life.

"It's hard to explain Sam."he replied after a pause."You wouldn't believe it anyway."he added with a sigh.

"Try me Dean. I need to know you wouldn't do something like that purposely."

"What? Purposely? You think there's even a possibility I would purposely let anything happen to you?"Dean asked, an undisguised hurt look on his face, then asked quietly."How many times have I saved your life Sam?"

"I don't know anymore Dean. I'd like to believe not, but from how you've been acting lately its hard to tell." Sam answered honestly."But if it wasn't on purpose, what caused it?"

"The demon changed Sam. Just as I was getting ready to finish it off."

"No it didn't. I was there too. Remember?"Sam said in exasperation."And not once did that thing turn into anything other than what it already was."

"You're wrong Sam. It did. It turned into Kelly."Dean argued.

"Kelly? God, not that again Dean. There was nothing there, ghost or otherwise, but you, me and the demon."

"There was. Don't you think I know what I saw? I'm so tired of your condescending bullshit. Why can't you believe me you ass?"Dean said angrily.

"You know what? I'm starting to think maybe it would have been better if you had just turned yourself in. That way I wouldn't have to stress over anyone getting hurt. We're supposed to have one another backs, but how can we when you keep thinking you see her Dean?"

"We're here."Dean said in reply, having turned into the hospital parking lot.

He then wordlessly helped his brother out of the car and into the emergency room.

An hour or so later, Dean walked into the area where Sam was waiting to be cleared to leave. Having gone outside to get some much needed fresh air, he returned to find his brother talking in a hushed tone into his cell phone, catching his last words before he hung up.

"Don't know what to do about him or this situation dad, so if you get this please call me back."and turned the cell off, sticking it into his pocket.

"Who were you talking to Sam? Was that dad you left a message for?"Dean asked, feeling his heart hammering in his chest as he waited for him to answer.

"I didn't know what else to do Dean. This is all getting out of hand, and I thought he needed to know what all had happened in the past month or so."

"You told him? I can't believe you would do that to me Sam."Dean said in little more than a whisper.

There were few things important to him, but one was the fact that his dad had always trusted his abilities to handle situations without him. That he believed Dean could solve any issue he could. That he was at least thought to be good at something, even if it was hunting down demons and such. Now, with one phone call, Dean knew that trust would be gone.

"I'm going out to the waiting area. When you're ready to go, I'll be there."Dean said, his voice now devoid of any emotion as he walked out of the room.

"Dean, wait."Sam said, but he just kept on going.

A while later Sam went out, finding Dean sitting in a chair staring blankly at the TV in the waiting room.

The doctor had stitched him up and gave him a bottle of painkillers, stating that he would be fine, but for the next several days, extremely sore.

Dean wordlessly got up, and they walked back outside, got in the car, and headed back to the hotel.

"Dean, we need to talk about this some..."

"There's nothing else to say Sam."Dean interrupted."Just drop it."

Sam decided to let him have some time to cool off before trying to broach the subject again, and soon they were back at their hotel.

"Hey Sam."Dean heard a woman's voice say, and wasn't surprised to see that Meg was sitting out on the balcony again, apparently waiting on his brother.

"Hey yourself."Sam replied with a smile.

"I was bored and thought I'd hang around here till you got back to see if you'd like to go get something to eat."she said, returning his smile.

"I don't really know if that's such a good idea right now."Sam said, wincing a little as he accidentally brushed his side again the railing.

"You ok?"she asked, concern on her face.

"Yeah, I just had a little accident today, but I'll be fine."

"What happened?"

"I really don't want to get into it."

"Fair enough."she said shrugging."You sure you don't want to go eat somewhere?"

"Well..."he really was hungry, and what would it hurt to go out anyway. He could be in pain at a restraunt just as easily as at there, but he shouldn't leave his brother right now though.

Reading his mind it seemed, Dean said,"Go ahead. I'm a big boy and can fend for myself."

"You sure?"

"Positive."

"Alright, but I'll be back soon. Want me to pick you up some food too while we're out?"

"Sure, why not."

"I'm just gonna pop inside for a sec Meg and take my medicine."

"Take your time. I've got nothing else to do."she said leaning back in her chair, then asked after he got inside,but before Dean did" You guys see on the news where they found the body of some kid in a empty hotel room? Somebody shot her and left her there."

"Wha...what?"Dean asked, stopping dead in his tracks.

She repeated her words, adding this time though,"Yeah they think they know who did it, but aren't releasing his name to the public until they catch the sick bastard."

"Okay, I'm ready to go."Sam said reappearing on the balcony, turning to his brother to ask him one last time if he wanted to come.

"Nah, you go on."he replied distractedly.

"See you in a bit then."

"Catch you later killer."Meg said quietly as she followed Sam down the steps.

Then they were gone. Dean walked into the room, going to the small refrigerator they provided there, removing a bottle of vodka he'd bought the day before.

Taking it and moving to sit on his bed, something suddenly caught his eye.

Sam's painkillers.

What the hell. Nobody would care anyway, he thought, opening the bottle and swallowing a whole handful, washing them down with a big swallow of his drink.

Then he laid back on the bed, waiting for the inevitable.

TBC

I know, lot's of angst, but I love writing it!

R&R!