A/N

Hey two chapters in one day, I'm getting better! Lol, yes this is soon coming to an end. But I don't think it'll be for a couple more chapters, but we'll see. Anyways, I'm going to go on and continue with chapter ten, and maybe I'll get that up today too! Hope you enjoy, I know exactly what's going to happen now.

Chapter Nine

Now it all made sense. If only he could get to Dean, and tell him that everything would be okay until they saw each other. Sam now understood that what this thing wanted to do was rip away the thing that mattered most from you. And it was doing just what had been done to it. If only he could tell Dean that they had enough time as long as Sam stayed right here.

But there was two things that made everything go wrong, once again for Sam. First, he couldn't tell Dean and if he did, then everything would be over anyways. And second, he wouldn't be okay if he stayed here.

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"Shocking huh?" When silence was the only answer Nina received, she spoke again. "Sweetie, I know you back and forth. You took away my life without knowing it, but I'll take away yours knowing it."

"You don't know what my life is," it was meant to be a statement, but it came out more like a question.

"Sam."

"What?"

"Sam's your life," once again Nina was treated with silence. "It's the details."

"Excuse me?"

"You were never good with details, those were Sam's job."

"What?"

"You never pay attention to the details. You do your job, and you do it right. You don't care for everything in between, you left that part for Sam. Sam picked up your slack, because you didn't care."

"I don't know what you're talking about," and that was an honest answer.

"In every hunt and every job you faced, you did what you had to. But you didn't care for the people it effected. You didn't leave any room for sympathy. You basically felt that you were showing them enough by getting rid of their problem. And plus, thanks never meant anything to you, so what would sorry mean to them? You let Sam deal with the people, and you dealt with the evil. Part of you doesn't trust the evil with Sam, and part of you just doesn't want to deal with the grieving or the complications people give you. But Sam did. That's his nature, he cares. It's what he does, and you respect that because Sam's all you've ever had in your life. He is your life, and he always will be."

"I know who I am thank you very much, it's you I don't know," Dean reminded her. Who was this girl, and why did she know him so well?

"Me? I'm the damsel in distress. The one you saved years ago, whatever. The one your family, you, dad, and bro, saved. The one who you saved, but never saw, knew, or cared for, I'm the people."

"I wouldn't exactly call this thanks, but if you need help, I know better ways of showing it."

"Funny and cocky, I forgot you were those too."

"Please do go on with your story, I can't wait for an ending."

"Eleven year old Dean Winchester thinks he's the shit. I'll never forget that. I'll never forget the day the big hero, once again being Dean Winchester, walking in and sitting directly in front of me in that small blue house. I'll never forget hearing the first words that came out of his words being, 'alright, what's the scope?' I'll never forget falling in love with him, and him walking out without glancing at me once."

"A love story, tragic, anyways do go on."

"Hotshot thinks he's got it all. He's in, he's out, and he's done. You walked in, didn't look at me, did your job, and left."

"I honestly don't understand how I ruined your life."

"Sam means more to you than anything, and you'd hate to lose him. You meant more to me than anything, and I never had you."

"Okay, so you what like fell in love with me when I was what eleven? And I was supposed to know this…"

"You took away my life Dean."

"And I'll take away so much more if I don't find Sam."

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"What matters the most was ripped away," he repeated the words just to hear them again. "But why, if it knows what matters the most to people, did it take away the impala from Dean, just so I couldn't go 'home'?"

If the silence was the answer Sam was hoping for, then that was what he got. But at that point, it didn't matter to him anymore. He was stuck, by himself, and he wasn't going to sit in the silence. Obviously he wasn't the only one that agreed with that.

As soon as Sam had felt all hope was lost and he was stuck here forever, the room started moving. Everything was spinning around him, except for the little iceberg he stood on. He watched as his cell phone disappeared, only to be replaced by a screen.

"Good thing I didn't move," was the only thing Sam said before he started watching the screen. All around him, he watched as moments from his precious life played out. Every time Dean had saved him, stood up for him, helped him, or cared for him, was playing out in front of him. And all Sam could was watch.

"If you won't go home, I'll take you home."

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At that moment, Dean was done. He didn't care for the sick love story he was hearing, and he didn't care what was happening. He pretended to strike up conversation just to keep her busy. But the moment he was done cutting through the rope with his knife, he first thanked himself for being so utterly smart to always carry one with him, and second he leaped on her.

"You may know a lot about me and my family," he drew close to her ear only to whisper what he was saying. "But there's one thing you obviously don't know and trust me it's important. If you fuck with Sammy, I'll make you wish you never lived."

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He watched as he got beaten up as a little six year old for not giving up his lunch money. It then flashed to the part where Dean came to beat up the tough third graders who did it. The screen then flashed to the time when Sam had been out hunting with John and Dean for his first time. They were hunting a werewolf and hoping that something this simple would be good for his first time, John had told the two boys they needed to spilt up. But when Sam had walked a good twenty minutes by himself, only to find the werewolf staring directly at him, he found it hard to move. As the werewolf leapt forward, Sam would've been gone if it had not been for the sound of a shotgun off to the right. Dean had been there, like he was and always would be.

And in that moment that Sam recalled his first, and disastrous, hunt, Sam reminded himself that yes Dean would always be there.

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"Impressive."

"Oh great, another one," Dean stated before he threw himself around to face the man leaning against the wall by the closet door. There was only one thing wrong with this man, and that was that it wasn't a man. It looked like a man, but Dean had seen enough demon's in his life to know, this wasn't a man. "Where's Sam!"

"Wherever you want him to be," was all Dean heard before the 'man' in front of him took off. Where he was going to, Dean had no idea, but he did know that he was following close in his footsteps. He barely had time to grab the shotgun before the man was out of the house and running up the road.

"Why the FUCK is this thing running?" was all Dean said as he ran behind it up the road. A couple of hills up and down some dirt roads, Dean finally saw the thing ran into a cabin. The cabin was small enough that it only had one room, and this was finally his chance. He ran inside only to find the thing wasn't there. There was a smaller room, he suspected a bathroom, which had a closed door. Whatever this thing was, had to be in there if it was only running. He ran closer to the door, and faced it. "Please let this be over…"

Dean kicked the door and held the shotgun up. He wasn't sure what was behind the door, but he sure as hell wasn't taking any chances. Maybe, if he was lucky, that damned son of a bitch would be behind it and he'd catch him off guard. He'd take him with one shot, and that'd be the end of it, Dean could happily walk out and go back to the house for a quick shower and a nap. Of course, that was assuming that the bitch was behind the door, and that Sam would let him take the shower first. Sure he had his older brother pulls, but Sam also had his baby brother pulls. Hell, Dean's chances of getting the shower first were pretty good; it was the nap part that would be skeptical. He pushed aside those distracting thoughts and slammed the door again with his foot. This time, it came free; swinging forward with such great force that damned bitch would've lost their footing if they'd been behind the door. But that was it, if they had been behind the door; it was that simple. No one was behind that damned door.