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Chapter 6

Sam kept working on his bonds. He could feel his wrists going beyond sore, they were hurt and bloody by now. But it paid off, after a few more tries, he finally broke free. Maybe the look in Dean's eyes when he got the bad news, gave Sam the strength to break free. He knew that look…he'd seen it not long time ago…his brother was afraid.

He'd been afraid for those kids back in Fitchburg, which he felt responsible for, he'd been afraid for Sam's life during years…now he was afraid to face his own memories…his failures. Who wouldn't be? He held such burden on his shoulder. Every day, when they went on a hunt, it was a lot more than that. They were dealing with lives; innocent people1s lives…their own lives as well.

" I am free". Sam said with some joy getting the remains of the ropes away from his wrists.

" About damn time…man!" Dean saw Sam opening the bag and reaching for something to open the lock's on his cuffs.

" Like I said, I don't work miracles". Sam kneeled behind Dean and began picking on the lock.

" So umm, what kind of prayer was that? Why is it temporary?"

" It's a simple prayer Dean…you know…'Lamb of God, who takes away the sins of the world'…etc. I just said it in Latin…that's all. If that thing was a sort of demon, which would be my guess by now, the words scared it away. It was not meant to kill it, just to give us time". Sam got the locks opened.

Dean got up from the chair and let out a sigh.

" Shit, we gotta find something about it Sam, and fast. Things are getting pretty ugly. I don't feel like having another guilt session ok?". Dean had some drops of tears being held back in his eyes.

" Yeah, about that…Dean, we didn't really have the chance to talk before…look, I don't blame you, you shouldn't blame yourself either".

" Now, it's not the time Sam. I told you…You should have…" Dean paused for a moment and recalled his father's eyes when Dean, still a child, had told him he left the motel and put Sam in danger…the damn shtriga. " You should have seen the way he looked at me. This thing we've been facing…it had a point… I disappointed dad … and you".

" You never disappointed me…dad should have known better Dean…damn it!"

" Let's focus here, shall we? I don't wanna talk about it! Wasn't that creepy show enough already for today? Gee Sam!"

It was Sam's time to let out a sigh. Dean was right. His mind was probably tired; he had relived the moment more than necessary that month.

" Maybe something happened at the hospital. Haven't you noticed anything unusual while I was sleeping?" Dean asked cleaning his face in the bathroom, pulling himself together.

" No…well… there was a nun praying for you when I came in to see you, but she barely spoke to me and left us alone".

Dean gazed at Sam in disbelief. " Did that slip your mind little brother? You should have told me that before. I saw a nun when we were at hospital last time. That's when the thing showed up… just for a second…"

" She is just a nun Dean…hospitals are full of people that pray".

Dean shook his head and sat on the bed. " No Sam, the girl I went to see, is convinced she lost her mind…and you know what she said to me? That a nun was praying for her…that the nun said everything was gonna be fine…now she sees her dead sister blaming her for the accident! Is that normal to you? This girl and myself are being hunted right after receiving the visit form this nun?". Dean raised his voice making Sam flinch.

" You didn't tell me that either…If I knew it, I'd have said something before".

" Shit…I hate this".

Dean hated feeling vulnerable; he hated crying, specially around Sam…above all this, he hated to be in that situation. Sooner or later, Sam would insist on some sentimental conversation about it… and shit, he had no strength for it. Not yet at least.

" Ok, we go back to the hospital one more time to try to find this nun… and Dean…no matter what, we are not splitting. We can't afford for this thing to come after you; or me to get to you…again".

" Fine by me. I am driving".

Dean just asked for a minute to change into some new clothes, Sam did the same, then they grabbed the laptop, the journal, many kinds of guns and ammos.

They headed to the Impala and Dean didn't hesitate to turn on the radio and listen to his Metallica tape.

Sam was going to say something about it and tell Dean to focus on the problem instead of focusing on the song. He decided to let it go though, remembering the demon they faced in the airplane…he remembered how apprehensive Dean was…how he kept singing Metallica. "It calms me down" he had said.

If that calmed him down, then so be it…he needed to set his mind at ease…as much as he could.

" Holding your tongue there Sammy?" Dean noticed his brother uncomfortable silence.

" Just thinking…we couldn't figure out what this things is…how it came alive…it's weakness…nothing".

" You did a good job back there, I don't know…what would have happened if that 'conversation' had gone further…so, don't worry. We'll figure it out".

" Yeah, but we don't have an upper hand, that bothers me".

" It bothers me even more".

' Nothing else matters' started playing and Dean started singing along...Sam couldn't help but laugh at his brother's face...excited by the song, singing louder than the radio. If he didn't know Dean well, he could have been a rock star. Just like Sam would have guessed, no matter how deeply in trouble they were, Dean still managed to make Sam laugh and put the problems aside for a while.

" A picture lasts longer." Dean made fun noticing how Sam stared at him.

" You are impossible".

" Hey, music is good for the soul, you have to enjoy more your life…grandpa".

" Yeah, whatever you say man".

'Nothing else matters' was a song that Dean liked, some parts of the song in particular. It seemed it had been written specially for him.

'Forever trusting who we are' 'Trust I seek and I find in you'
'And nothing else matters'

'Life is ours, we live it our way'…'Every day for us something new'

'Open mind for a different view'

'Never care for what they know' …'But I know'

All the right words, the trust they had in each other, which was more important than anything. The lifestyle they didn't choose but they were living…living it their own way.

Things they found along their path. New challenges day after day.

What no one else knew about the dark, but they did. The song was meant for him.

Dean was brought back to reality when he suddenly noticed something felt wrong, as if he was losing control on his thoughts once more…the same weird sensation he felt at the motel….something taking him over.

Dean… he heard his own voice whispering deep in his mind…it's not over

Dean turned down the music and put on a concerned expression on his face.

You belong to me…

" Dean, what is it?" Sam sensed the heavy environment.

" I don't know" He lied.

Let Sam go…if you want him safe

He pulled over the car, shuddering.

" What are you doing, we are almost there".

" Something is wrong Sammy".

" You don't look well…talk to me. Is it the thing?"

You want this burden Dean? Hurting your own brother?

" You have to go Sam". Dean said firmly not staring at his brother, knowing well, what the thing was capable of.

" What? I am not going anywhere. What's going on?"

Before Dean could answer, the thing ( looking like Dean again) was sitting on the back seat of the car with the biggest grin ever.

" He is trying to warn you Sammy, you should listen".

" Leave my brother alone you freak!" Sam said reaching his gun at pointing it at the thing.

The thing kept his smile and shook his head. " No no, Sammy. I don't think you wanna do this."

Dean reached for his gun as well and pointed it at his own head.

" Dean, what the hell!" Sam was desperate.

" I can't control it Sam…I am sorry" Dean said dropping some tears.

" Drop your gun Sam, or Dean might do something stupid". Sam dropped the gun and put his hands up.

Slowly he saw Dean's hands moving with some difficulty, the gun was being pointed at Sam…Dean was trying to fight it.

" Let him go damn it! You already have me ok!" Dean said out loud, he was getting sick of this game.

" Your brother is quite desperate Sam…maybe you should do what he says".

" Please Sam…go". Dean pleaded holding the gun between Sam's eyes against his will.

" I can't leave you alone…you have to fight it Dean". Sam lowered his hands and felt his heart tight.

Dean lowered his head, not facing Sam.

" Ohh, knock it off Sammy. He can't fight me…he has no strength for that…spare him of another dramatic talk, can't you see how wasted he is?"

Dean's hand started shaking, but still had a firm grip on the gun. "Fucking go Sam! The son of a bitch is right".

" But Dean…" Sam was cut off.

" I will be fine". Dean said raising his head and giving his brother a different look. Now was more like it. Sam knew that look too.

Dean could handle himself, he had strength enough hidden somewhere…he just needed an opportunity. He had a smug look, the old confident look which Sam could trust. Besides, Dean knew Sam would dig up this story and find a solution…but he had to walk away to do so.

Even though he didn't like how things turned out, Sam gave up, a little relieved by Dean's assurance.

" If you hurt my brother, you'll regret it, I promise". Sam said opening the door and steeping out of the car.

" See ya Sammy!" The things said looking victorious. It had stepped out of the car as well and sat on the driver's seat making Dean go to the passenger's seat, still holding the gun, then drove away speeding.

" Sooner than you think". Sam whispered and started walking. He was close to the hospital…and expected to get some answers there.

On the road:

" Just you and me now… a happy screwed up couple". Dean said finally being able to put the gun down.

" That was wise Dean, I clap my hands for you".

" Save the celebration for later, when I kick your sorry ass".

" Sure thing". The things raised his hand and placed on Dean's forehead. " I have a surprise Dean…, you don't wanna ruin the surprise by seeing the way, do you?".

Not having much choice, Dean felt his eyes getting heavier and heavier….his mind giving in…he felt very tired and sore…his vision began to get blurred and…he fell asleep.

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