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Chapter 4:

Dean had talked to the family of the girl in the hospital and was walking back to the motel.

Unfortunately, the informations were not very useful. The girl, as anyone else had her share of mistakes, of course, but who doesn't? Everyone makes mistakes in life. Besides, she was a regular person and the biggest tragedy of her life had been this accident as she was the one driving.

The mother explained how close she was to her sister. They had some disagreements now and then, but mostly, they got along well. There was nothing out of the ordinary, nothing weird in the family's background.

The way the mother described her daughters and the relation they had as sisters, were quite similar to the relation Dean had with his brother. He felt a connection to the older sister, who had survived the accident. He could figure how she must be feeling this very moment. Probably worse than Dean felt when Sam got kidnapped by the Benders. As far as he could tell, her only reason to feel guilty was indeed the accident.

He walked along the street slowly, giving himself time to think about the events so far. What was the thing hunting him? Easy target he thought. If the thing used guilt as a mean to attack, then he was an easy target. Since he was child, with everything that happened, the people he couldn't save. Not exactly that he was responsible for everything, the problem is, we always feel guilty when we can't get something done, even if we do our best… even if it was not really up to us getting it done. That's how our mind works…mostly.

He was racking his brains to think about where this thing had come from. Who had the cruel idea of using people's worst decisions in life to torture their souls and bring their dark side up? Could be someone who wasn't able to live with his/her or it's own dark side?

He was brought back to reality when he reached the motel. The Impala was parked in front of it. Dean thought about vexing Sam using the special treatment he received from the secretary in the hospital…he smiled at that thought.

When he opened the door and saw nothing but darkness, the funny thought was replaced by concern.

" Sammy?" He called for his brother and a bright light from a flashlight blinded his eyes; he raised his hand up trying to see what was happening.

" Welcome…we've been waiting for you Dean". The evil in his own voice sent a chill down Dean's spine.

" Where's Sammy?"

Another light was turned on revealing Sam, a thin light above Sam's head showing only his spot. He was sitting on a chair, hands tied behind his back, gagged. There was blood on his face where he had been hit with the flashlight. Sam looked at Dean apologetic. He was sorry for not believing him… for being such an easy prey. Sam was Dean's weakness, anyone who wanted to get to Dean… knew which was the easiest way.

There is my hallucination Sam, seems pretty real now doesn't it? Shit! The ironic thought occurred to Dean when he saw his brother.

The rest of the room remained dark, but Dean could see his own shape standing behind Sam with a gun in his hands. Dean took one step forward, in a protective kind of way, but stopped when the gun was pointed to him.

" No, no Dean. Let's not try to be the hero." Dean put his hands up giving in.

Finally, all the lights were on and an empty chair with a pair of handcuffs lying on it was there expecting him. Dean glanced at it; then back to his brother and the thing.

" You do like to put up a good show, don't you?" Dean was not amused. He felt like a puppet on a theater stage, unfortunately, he was not directing the play.

" You are the main character, after all, this is your life"

He made a gesture using his gun, indicating the chair. "Sit on the chair Dean, and put those on". Dean saw the gun being aimed at Sam's head. He obeyed.

" Hands behind your back, no tricks. Your brother's life is at stake". Dean glared at him reaching for the cuffs and doing as he was told.

" Any other requests…juggling, poem reciting perhaps?" Dean wanted to keep his cool, as he knew what was coming, and he didn't feel like breaking into sobs in front of Sam.

" I know what you are doing…good strategy actually. I wonder though…why do you have to do this joking thing…in front of Sam? He knows you better than that, doesn't he?"

Sam and Dean were exchanging looks. The thing slowly came close to Dean and checked for the cuffs. They were secure.

" Good boy Dean".

" Cut the crap. What do you want?" Dean's voice came out firm and angry.

" Me? I'm just looking for a nice chat…don't you love to recall your past? Bring back old memories?"

Then it walked to Sam.

" Look at him… it seems to me that he feels like talking" Sam's gag was removed. " Isn't that right Sammy?"

" Screw you". Sam managed to say as soon as his gag was gone.

" Dirty little mouth Sam. I am sure you used to be sweeter".

" Leave him out of this, your issues are with me". Dean wanted to get his attention. That's how things worked for both of them, always trying to protect each other. Dean took the job even more seriously...it was automatic for him to do so.

" Relax Dean, you'll have your turn". He gazed at Sam.

" You are lucky Sammy, your bro over there, believes he's responsible for you…he can't accept you're a big boy now, and you can take care of yourself".

Then he looked at Dean. "Weren't you taking care of him for the past two days, Sammy...that must have bothered him like hell".

" You are not gonna break me…I know your game". Sam said coldly. He wanted to assure Dean he was not up to play that role and that that thing, whatever it was, had a point. Sam was a big boy, and he could handle himself…most of times.

" You are not the one who I am interested in…Sammy, you just happen to be at the wrong place, however, your timing is perfect".

He walked back to Dean, who was biting his lips, staring at him continually.

" What do you wanna do Dean? You want to go to Sam? Get him out of here?" He walked behind Dean and grabbed his hair, forcing him to gaze at Sam. "I bet he wants to do the same thing".

" You got that almost right…( he made a small pause)…you missed the part where I send your sorry ass back to where it belongs though".

" Self-confidence suits you, really. Pity it won't last long". He whispered to dean's ears.

That moment Dean felt his heart tight and he was breathing hard again. His face turned red and he began coughing. His hands were frenetically trying to get free, as he felt the urge to do something to make the pain stop and recover his breath. His efforts were in vain.

" Stop this!" Sam screamed watching Dean in despair due to the lack of air. He was also helpless at the moment.

The thing was smiling in satisfaction. He was getting at their weak spot.

" Scared Sam? I know what fear is like…specially when none is coming to comfort you…the darkness…the noises…the cold…it makes you wonder, doesn't it?"

"Bullshit…you are full… of crap, you know?" Dean could say getting his breath back slowly.

He approached Sam. Dean followed him with his eyes, concern sculptured on his face.

With a quick move, the thing grabbed Sam's neck.

" Is this bullshit? Aren't you apprehensive right now…scared even?" He asked with a strong grip, holding Sam.

" No… I am freaking pissed! So help me God if you don't let go of him, your son of a bitch!"

Before letting go of Sam's throat, he glanced at Dean displaying an evil grin. Dean looked at his brother to check if he was ok. He was gasping for air, and marks could be seen around his neck.

" Sam?"

" I am fine" He answered still breathing hard.

" He will survive Dean, don't worry".

He made a pause to analyze Dean's features and continued.

" You felt like this many times when you were kids right Dean? When Sam was in danger… the times you froze in fear and became useless?"

" Don't listen to him Dean" Sam shouted; getting the picture. The thing walked back to Sam and placed the gag back with some trouble.

" Shhhh….quiet Sam, I am about to provide a beautiful moment to your brother, allow him to enjoy this".

Sam protested against the gag, not successfully.

Nevertheless, Dean was already feeling useless, seeing Sam's lack of choice.

" Where did we stop?" It said ironically.

" In the middle of your sticky show, and the audience is not pleased…you asshole". Dean scoffed.

" Right, how you got useless…and daddy always showed up to save the day".

" Yeah, we are a family of heroes, we don't give autographs though".

It approached Dean, close enough until they were face to face. Dean felt like as if he was looking in a mirror, except by the evil in his eyes. For a moment there was silence.

Sam was observing everything apprehensive, fighting against the ropes, breathing hard through the gag.

" I know what's on your mind right now…images of your childhood…the times you froze when trying to save Sam…your father disappointed, shouting at you…you were all of a tremble… no need to keep that just for you…I can make it real if you wish…won't it be just great?"

He stepped back; doing exactly like before, he turned into Sam, in a child form.

Sam couldn't believe his eyes when he saw himself at that age

Shit, he thought. Things were about to get ugly.

Dean was repeating to himself inside his head to be strong, to not let it affect him. And still, seeing little Sammy, meant a vortex of memories and feeling that rushed into him. Their childhood hadn't been only about the bad memories, they had good moments together…and Dean's mind was being played to recall only his guilt. He had been right before, he was a puppet and this spectacle was becoming dangerous.

The child was gazing innocently at Dean, with a broad smile.

" Hi Dean". Little Sammy said devilishly.

To be continued….

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