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Chapter 9 - Enjoy :)

Sam had his gun firmly pressed against the nun's neck, he was not joking. Anger and fear were the only feelings he had at the moment. Angry for not being able to help Dean yet, scared for his brother's life.

The nun noticed Sam's apprehension. She swallowed hard.

" It's ok. He just needs some advice, some of God's words". She said calmly.

The hard knocking ceased. " Call if you need". The security guard said and left.

Sam removed the gun from her neck; however he kept the gun steady on his hands.

"Good call. Now tell me…how can I stop that freak from killing my brother?" Sam asked objectively.

The nun shook her head and sat on the chair again. The man on the bed still seemed to be disturbed by his dreams.

" You can't stop it…I can't stop it…your brother's the only who can".

" You're lying". Sam had authority in his voice, in his opinion that was big fat load of crap!.

He took a good at her, making an attempt to figure her out. Was she indeed a human being? Better safe than sorry. He gave it a shot.

" Cristo" he whispered… but nothing happened, which meant the woman was no demon. The EMF inside his pocked was silent as ever…no ghosts around. What the hell was she then?

Just a regular woman who enjoyed making people suffer?

Truth to be told, Sam knew people could be quite evil as well. The Benders had been a great example of that; they were hunting human beings just for fun. So, why not make people go crazy just for fun? Dean was surely beyond that by now.

" Why are you doing it? For fun? Cause you think you're superior…you can judge who suffers and who lives happily ever after?"

Again she shook her head and gave the man on the bed a look.

" See this man? He has serious issues to be solved. Unfortunately he is in a coma, so he'll have to figure things out from wherever he might be".

She got up and came close to Sam, as close as he allowed her to be.

" I do it, cause these people can't do it alone. All the ones I chose, are deeply troubled inside Sam. They even might seem all happy on the outside; laughing, making jokes and all, make you believe how well they are. The truth is… they are being eaten by guilt. Sooner or later, all of this guilt becomes a bomb… when the bomb explodes; the consequences are …you know?"

" You expect me to believe that? That your intentions are nothing but pure?"

" Believe what you want". She said teasing him.

" Still, you've got no right to do so! This thing is hurting Dean!" He raised his voice.

Just like Sam would have guessed. She was just a regular person, with some supernatural knowledge, playing God.

Sam wondered why he still got shocked with things people were able to do. Maybe because he wanted to believe there was some good left …apparently not. Not even when this person is a nun. A person that should dedicate her life to help the others; to give advice and show the right way to go. What was happening to everyone?

Was there anybody who could be trusted?

" Past is never really gone or forgotten Sam. We must learn how to deal with it".

" How did you do it? I wanna know all about it" He pointed the gun right between her eyes. " I wanna know it right now".

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Dean contemplated the gun by his bed. He couldn't stop the incoming tears; he couldn't shake his feelings off. He felt desperate, abandoned, helpless. The image of his dad and brother dead had caused more damage than he thought.

If I'm unable to protect them…if I fail…if I'm not a good son and brother…I cold cost them their lives…

He was aware that was a dangerous gig…damn, he was quite aware of that. How many times had he cheated death and even…been face to face with death. More times than he could remember.

" Put an end to my misery" he whispered to himself reaching for the gun.

The gun was absolutely tempting to him. He was tired of remembering, tired of dealing with past and present events that went wrong. Enough was enough, each person has a limit.

More tears came.

He sluggishly pointed the gun to his head. This time no one was controlling his actions, sending messages to his mind, it just seemed like the best way out, or the only way out.

" Just do it" he said to himself sobbing. His hands were badly shaking.

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She let out sigh and began explaining.

" When your brother's heart stopped, I was there in the room with the doctors." ( she makes a pause and observes Sam's reaction) " When they were trying to bring him back to life, I was enchanting an old spell, used by witches when they wanted revenge".

She grabbed a small book and showed it to Sam.

"This spell brings another side of the person to life as well, a side that arises from death. It makes your personal executioner become real. It's just another part of Dean; a part that was supposed to remain forsaken and dead".

Sam had his eyes wide opened. By now he had got the whole picture. That was why the thing looked like Dean again. The thing insisted many times that they were the same. Indeed, they were.

My God Dean Sam thought. His brother had no idea what he was up against. Not something they could burn or shoot with rock salt. Not even use an enchantment. That also explained why Sam scared it away with the prayer in Latin. Although this thing wasn't in fact a demon, it was an evil being. Dean's evil side.

"The only way for him to get rid of it…is to overcome all his guilt, remorse and the entire package that comes with it. After that, this side of him dies again…as there would be no longer conflicts to keep it alive". She finished her explanation.

" But why him? I feel guilty too…many people feel guilty. This is not something you overcome overnight" Sam assured knowing very well how long he felt guilty for Jessica's death.

The nun offered him a tender smile. " Your guilty over Jessica has been overcome Sam. Dean has a heavy burden on his shoulder. Besides, it was not your heart that stopped on the doctor's table. The nearly death experience is essential for the spell to work".

Sam was now sitting on the chair, letting her words sink in. He couldn't tell if he was relieved or even more scared.

" What happens if he can't do it? What if he can't overcome his guilt?" Sam asked already knowing the answer.

" Well Sam, this other side of Dean won't take it easy, after all, his goal is to make Dean's life a living hell. He won't kill your brother if that's what you wanna know".

" But…?" Sam asked.

"But he'll find a way to convince Dean of giving up the fight…and feel like ending his torment".

"He'd never do such a thing". Sam assured more to himself than to her.

" Are you sure?". She said simply.

Now he knew the truth, and there was absolutely nothing for him to do. His hands were tied for the first time. That was a problem Dean had to solve on his own.

No Sam, you can be there for him. Sam told himself. He could support Dean; tell Dean how to get freedom from his captor.

Dean had always been there for Sam, one way or another, he gave his best to keep Sam's ass alive. Dean didn't mind the cost of his actions; an arm, an eye, his life. No matter what, he'd be there for Sammy.

Now Sam had to be strong and be there for Dean too, if he knew where his brother was.

Where are you Dean?

" Where is he?" Sam asked simply, once again aiming his gun. Time was not to be wasted.

" Don't know Sammy. That's up to you".

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Dean had the gun quite pressed against his temple, his index finger glued to the trigger…hesitating.

Sam came to his mind. Dean remembered that Sam and his father were still out there somewhere. And hell, when weren't them in danger?

Together they saved people's lives; together they risked their lives and together they felt the satisfaction of helping someone. That was about it, day after day.

If he shot himself, Sam and John would continue their quest , still in danger…and he would be no longer able to protect his little brother…to assist his father…to find his mother's killer.

" I can't". Dean convinced himself putting the gun down. For a second the gun had called his attention and looked like his best friend. For a second Dean had almost pulled the trigger.

That same moment, his captor opened the door harshly and slammed it shut.

Dean looked at him smugly.

" I'm better than this, you piece of shit". Dean said getting the gun again and waving it.

" You were so close Dean. All you had to do was to pull the trigger…and all this nightmare would be over".

" Nice try, really. I clap my hands; the coffins were a smart touch". Dean pointed the gun to his captor.

" I've been dreaming of putting a hole through your head…honestly, this bullet will do much better inside your head than inside mine". Dean said satisfied.

The thing took a step forward showing no fear. " You can't kill me Dean".

Dean gave a sculptured grin. " I think I can". He aimed the gun to his captor's heart and placed his finger on the trigger.

" If you kill me, you kill yourself either ways".

Dean looked at him suspicious, while his captor reached for a knife and waved it in the air.

" Look". His captor said. With a quick move, he stabbed his own thigh, very deeply.

" Ouch!" Dean let out a scream kneeling on the floor because of the pain. Although there was no blood or anything visible on Dean's thigh, he felt that stab, deep and painful. " Son of a bitch!"

His captor had the same sculptured grin now. " I told you before, we are the same, you hurt me, you hurt yourself…you can't kill me".

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