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When Reality Bites
Chapter 9 – Possessed
Sam jumped as he felt a hand grasping his shoulder. "Sammy…Sammy…wake up!" Sam groaned as he lifted his head from the table. "How long was I out Dean?"
"Only a few seconds little brother…Man that was close!" Dean patted Sam on the shoulder as he headed back into the bathroom. He returned a few moments later and filled the coffee maker. He silently handed Sam a bottle of water and a couple of pills and he went back to finish the coffee.
"So Sam…we need to come up with a plan pretty fast…I mean, how long can you keep going like this? Dean brought over a cup of coffee for Sam and returned to pour one for himself.
"I don't know Dean…I mean, I still think the best way to get this demon is through the dream. Theresa was able to drive him out…now that I know what to look for, well maybe I can figure out a way to defeat it."
"No way Sam…I mean it…you're not going to put yourself in danger" Dean growled as he took a seat opposite Sam.
"Dean…look man, I'm already in danger…besides, the way I'm feeling…I don't think I can avoid it much longer…I'd rather go under by my own choice rather than letting him get to me once I'm too exhausted to fight…besides…there really isn't anything you can do to stop me from falling asleep, my body can only hold out so long." Sam said calmly as he tried to get his brother to understand.
Dean stood up and hit the table with his fist. "Fine…so, once again Sam the great is going to save the day! I don't know why I bother…you don't need me…I'm tired of picking up after you…in fact I'm just plain tired of you!"
Sam's mouth dropped open at the burst of anger from his brother. "Dean…I'm sorry ok…look, I don't want to sacrifice myself…I just don't see any other way…"
"Bull Shit! You and Dad, both of you can't wait to find a cause to sacrifice yourself to…you both go in hell bent on destroying yourselves…well I am not going to watch it any more…I've had it with both of you!" Dean was pacing the room angrily.
Sam was afraid…he needed Dean more than ever…why couldn't he see that? Sam tried to stand up, but his legs had cramped from the hours of sitting at the table. Normally Dean would have come over and helped Sam…but this time he just glared at Sam and continued to pace the room like a caged tiger.
"Dean…ok…we'll do it your way…please…I didn't want to make you mad" Sam hated the pleading note in his voice, the weakness he was showing, but he was getting desperate.
Dean stopped pacing and looked at Sam for a few moments, then shaking his head, he grabbed his keys and headed for the door. "You know what…I don't want to hear any more of your pathetic begging…I'm going down to the bar and see if I can find some one there who can think of my needs for a change. I'm going to have some fun…something you don't have a clue about. You go ahead and do whatever you think you need to do…leave if you want, I don't care. After all, that's what your best at isn't it…you've left me before…well this time, I'm leaving and I don't care if you are here when I get back or not!" Dean slammed the door as he left an astonished Sam staring at the door.
Sam couldn't figure out what happened…he knew his brother resented him sometimes, but he never actually said anything. Sam tried once again to get out of the chair, but his legs buckled. He instinctively put out his hands to break his fall. The pain ran through his body as he landed on his broken hand. Sam yelled in pain and tried to cradle the injured limb against his body.
"Dean…Dean…come back…I'm sorry…Oh God…you can't leave me alone…Dean, I'm afraid!" Sam sobbed in earnest, rocking back and forth on the floor. Sam had never felt more miserable in his life…How could he have screwed things up so badly?
Since Sam couldn't get up, he decided he may as well just sit right where he was and wait for Dean to return. He just had to keep himself awake until Dean returned…Sam hoped that Dean would cool off quickly.
It seemed like hours later, Sam could feel his head dropping once again to his chest. He snapped his head up and groaned…it was still dark outside. He had to stay awake until the sun rose or until Dean returned. At the thought of Dean, the tears began to fall again. Just as Sam was getting ready to give up, he heard the key in the lock. He squinted at the figure outlined in the doorway and breathed a sigh of relief when he recognized his brother's face.
"Dean…Dean…I'm sorry…really…I'll do whatever you want…just tell me what you want" Sam was beyond caring at this point whether or not his brother thought he was weak…he just needed him back.
Dean stood quietly looking at his brother. He slowly walked over to where Sam was sitting on the floor and dropped down on his knee. Grabbing Sam's chin with his hand, he forced Sam to meet his eyes. "I'll tell you what I want Sam…I want you to go away. But before you do, I think I'm going to finish what those three morons started…I'm going to beat the shit out of you!"
Sam couldn't be hearing correctly…he looked into the eyes of his brother and shouted in alarm. Instead of the clear green eyes of his brother, he saw the pitch black eyes of a demon. Before Sam could move, Dean had picked him up by the collar of his shirt and tossed him against the door. "So you thought you could get rid of me…I've been around for hundreds of years and no one has dared to challenge me! Before I'm through with you, you'll wish you had gone as easily as some of the others!"
Dean advanced on Sam again, reaching for the front of his shirt. Sam went slack, using his body weight to throw his brother off balance. He kicked at his brother's legs and knocked him down. Gathering what little strength he had left, Sam raced for the bed where he had left the book of demons that Bobby had given him. He remembered seeing a banishing spell in there that just might work.
"You can run, but you can't hide from me Sammy…now I'm just going to have to hurt you more!" Dean growled as he jumped back to his feet.
Sam reached the bed, but the book was no where to be found…Sam dropped to the floor just as Dean threw a punch aimed at his head. Once again, Sam swept Dean's feet out from under him as he tried to see if the book had fallen under the bed…"Where is it?" Sam mumbled as he felt his brother grab his leg and pull him across the floor.
Dean kicked Sam in the ribs, causing Sam to roll into a protective ball. Sam stopped feeling the kicks and punches that Dean rained down upon his limp form. When he thought he couldn't take any more, Dean suddenly went and sat on the bed.
Sam slowly tried to sit up and lean against the chest of drawers in the room. His head was spinning and his vision was getting cloudy…any minute now Sam would lose consciousness and then…he knew that the demon would be waiting for him in his dreams.
"Dean…please…don't hurt me anymore…I know you are still in there somewhere…fight him Dean…I need you…please!" Sam sobbed, not knowing what else to do…he couldn't move and was barely remaining conscious.
Dean looked at Sam and cocked his head in a typical Dean fashion as if he was trying to figure out what Sam was talking about. For a moment, Sam thought he saw a flash of green eyes as the sun came through the window…but his hopes were dashed when Dean rose and grabbed Sam once more.
"Rest period is over Sammy boy…if you thought the first half was bad…wait 'til you see what I have planned for you next!"
TBC
