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Chapter 5
When Sam saw himself at that age, he knew what was coming, after all, just 2 weeks ago, Dean had confessed to him how guilty he felt, when he was not able to shoot the shtriga and save him…when they were kids. Nobody had to remind Dean of that, he has felt guilty enough along the years. And heck, Dean was a just a child too. A child with a huge responsibility to carry, he was in charge of taking care of Sam. More than that, as their life has never been very safe; he was in charge of Sam's life. How burdensome that was, only Dean knew. Therefore, he took his job seriously since his childhood.
The smile on his brother's childish face made him smile as well, at first. The grown up Sam on the other hand, wanted to scream urgently. Dean's smile was about to fade, and his mind was so worn out, that he wouldn't even preview what was actually happening. Dean couldn't pay attention at his brother's panic face, he was too focus on little Sam.
" Sammy" Dean whispered, staring at the child in disbelief. Little Sammy's eyes seemed to hypnotize Dean…he couldn't take his of his brother…it had been so long.
" Will you always take care of me Dean?" Little Sam still had a sweet, childish voice.
Dean nodded his head. " Yes Sammy, always".
Snap out of it Dean! You are stronger than this…" Sam wished. His brother could pretty much make fun of everything, even when he was deeply screwed, he managed to make Sam laugh of the situation and piss off who ever was the bastard that they were up against.
There was one thing he couldn't run away from though; his childhood.
Sam was desperately rubbing his face on his shoulder trying to remove the gag from his mouth.
" Why then, did you leave me alone that day?" The question came out innocently, and in an accusable way.
Dean's had that specific day well memorized in his head. The image of the shtriga close to Sam. He remembered pointing the gun at it and not being able to shoot, he was too scared. Luckily for them, John showed up just in time…after that, all Dean recalled was the yelling, his father was beyond angry.
" I didn't know…" Dean was cut off.
" Was I such burden to you?" The child asked again.
Sam didn't know if that was being a torture for Dean or for him, considering he'd hardly ask Dean such question when they were kids. Dean was for him more of parent than his own father ever was. He'd been a protective dedicated brother.
Don't fall for that Dean... come on!
" No. And I never wanted that to happen". His voice was barely coming out and sadness was obvious there sounding out loud in his words.
" Then you should have stayed…just like daddy asked". Sam said slowly caressing Dean's face. Dean closed his eyes feeling the warmth from his little brother's hands.
" I was just…I just wanted to…" Dean stuttered, and was cut off again.
" To what? Have fun? Is that more important than me?" Sammy took a few steps back and gazed angry at Dean.
Grown Sam heard all the hate coming out of his own little mouth. That was unbelievable.
Sam was making some noises through the gag, wanting to get Dean's attention. He wanted Dean to remember how big Sam was like…what he was like when they kids. He was nothing like that little thing that took his child form
Dean seemed to be somewhere else, far from that room and far from reality.
" No, no, no, no"! Dean began losing his control. " Nothing was more important!" He said raising his voice, straining forward and bucking.
" You were supposed to be there for me…to protect me".
Little Sam kneeled in front of Dean.
" It was my fault" Dean whispered again, looking down.
" That's right, it was your fault. How could you?" Little Sam was gazing at Dean disappointed, his words coming out full of wrath.
Dean felt his heart tighten, this time was worse, he could feel every single beat of it, it was painful. It was like if something was about to explode inside his chest.
More drops of tears formed in his eyes
Dean was gritting his teeth and moaning over the pain. Little Sam had an evil smiled on his face.
After much struggling, Sam was able to slightly remove the gag, which was good enough. His face was red due to the rubbing. He couldn't watch that anymore…his memories were going down the drain…and seeing Dean's despair pissed him off.
" Dean!" He screamed. " Listen to me…you have to listen to me…"
Dean could hear his brother's voice very distant, as if he was not able to focus. The pain inside his chest was slowly decreasing, he was not able to make much sense out of what was going on, however the distant voice of his brother calling for him helped to sooth his agony…Dean's face was sweaty and ruddy…he could put some of the pain aside. Still the words ' my fault' got stuck in his mind…haunting him.
" It was my fault…" He kept whispering to himself, ignoring Sam's plea.
" You disappointed me and dad Dean, when he trusted you with a job, when I trusted you with my life". Little Sammy carried on with the teasing.
" Dad trusted me…I failed" he mumbled still looking down. " I am so sorry…I wanted to make it up for it… I'm sorry". He kept mumbling the words with difficulty.
" That's enough! Stop!" Grown Sam shouted at the child.
" What's the matter Sammy? Aren't you enjoying the show?"
Sam looked at his brother again. How could he break Dean like that? The thing sure found the way to mess up with his head. Or maybe, Dean couldn't handle all kinds of torture. Physical, sure he could manage…and get an upper hand even. Mind torture was something else. Considering all the pain in his chest…the tight cuffs and the entire previous situation he'd been just 2 days ago Physical and psychological torture was way too much for the same person.
" Dean please…listen to me…you have to ignore all of this…come on!" Sam's plea was more of a desperate demand.
" He can't hear you Sammy…just give up".
Sam took his own advice and ignored his child copy. " Dean! I need you to listen…I need you right now!"
" But you can't do anything now…can you Dean? You can't save Sam…just like you couldn't before". The little thing started a competition with Sam, he had a victorious expression. Dean was in no condition to separate right from wrong, real from dream or anything else.
" Yes you can… you can pay attention to me…that's all I need you to do…pay attention to me Dean".
" Poor Dean…poor Sammy…one so wicked…the other so desperate…how pathetic. Your brother is mine…he won't listen to you".
Sam should have known better, of course there was more in this story…Dean didn't stand much chance to fight…if something inside his head had taken him over.
Sam observed Dean's eyes…not good…nothing but emptiness. That was a battle, he obviously could not win…not doing what he was doing anyway….he needed sometime alone with Dean.
Sam suddenly had an idea…it was a shot in the dark, but it was the best he had…and the only thing he could think of right now. He lowered his head and began whispering some words in Latin.
The smile on little Sammy's child face faded…he felt a sudden lack of control… he turned to Sam and noticed his whispering. He walked to him and grabbed his chin forcing Sam to look at him.
Sam didn't lose his concentration…he kept whispering the words.
" Shut up Sammy!" He tried to place the gag back on…Sam was ready to protest, which was not necessary….The things was losing control.
" That won't stop me…I guarantee".
This moment Sam raised his voice in anger. " Agnus dei, quitollis peccata mundi, Agnus dei, dona nobis pacem!"
Speaking louder and louder, he kept going.
" Agnus dei, quitollis peccata mundi, Agnus dei, dona nobis pacem!"
The thing let out a diabolic laugh and gazed at Sam meanly.
" I'll be back Sammy! Next time your brother won't be so lucky…I promise!"
" I know…we'll be ready". Sam said coldly narrowing his eyes.
Saying so, the evil child form of Sam disappeared.
Sam let out a sigh; relieved… he had gained some time, he wasn't sure how much…but it was the time he had to help his brother…this time, it was Dean's life that was up to him.
That was cruel Sam thought, fighting his bonds…he felt sorry for Dean…to see his older brother so defeated. That was not like him at all. Now that they were alone, Sam stood a better chance as none was in charge of Dean's mind.
" Dean…open your eyes…the things is gone, but we don't have much time".
Nothing. Dean was not moving…he was too tired.
" Dean…please…please…listen to me, I need you ok? I need old sarcastic, annoying Dean back".
Dean raised his head a bit and took his time in opening his eyes.
" There you go…wake up". From wherever you were…Sam encouraged.
Dean knew he had to act normally; he had to do so for Sam and for himself. Recalling that day…listening to his little bro say all those things…were like a bomb exploding. Now he had to swallow his guilt and be there for Sam…
I won't disappoint you this time. He thought.
"Sarcastic and annoying…are those compliments all for me?" He said joking and gasping…regaining the control on his body.
Sam couldn't help a smile.
" Finally…gee. Just open your eyes already". Sam felt quite victorious indeed. One battle won…and another one was to come.
" Easy…give a guy a minute will ya?" Dean felt like rubbing his eyes, that's when he remembered he couldn't. " Shit…I had forgotten about the damn cuffs. I have nothing to pick on the locks".
" I am trying to break free…hang in there"
" Sure, take your time…I'm not going anywhere…."
" Are you ok man?" Sam was concerned. He knew Dean was faking it.
" I am fine…Just gotta take leak, urgently…work faster on those, would you?"
" I am going as fast as I can…are you sure you are alright…I mean..." Dean cut Sam off.
" Don't start…not now. I am ok."
He looked around to see if they were indeed alone. " Where did the thing go anyway?"
" I said a prayer in Latin…and sent it away". Sam said feeling the ropes starting to give in…his wrist was not only sore but hurt. He was almost done. Just a little bit more.
" Great…so, is that it? Is it over?" Dean had some hope in his words. He'd been through a real nightmare. One which he'd been venerable, such thing he hated displaying around any living ( or dead) soul. He'd shown weakness…and the so avoided chick flick moments. That for him was far worse than hell.
" No… sorry Dean… unfortunately it's temporary. The thing will be back"
That's it for this chapter! I hope you all enjoyed it! Don't be shy and let me know what you think! Leave a review :) Have a nice week!
