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When Reality Bites
Chapter 10 – Rescue
Sam felt himself thrown against the wall again. As he slumped to the ground, he was amazed at how clear his thinking was getting. Once again, something didn't feel quite right…as Sam puzzled about it, he felt Dean pulling him along the floor towards the bed. He threw Sam on the bed. He yanked the lamp cord out of the lamp and quickly tied Sam's hands behind his back. He rolled Sam back over, grinning when he heard the moan of pain from Sam as he lay on his injured hand.
Sam tried to see where Dean was going, but at this point, he was beyond caring. He had lost his brother...an anger that Sam had never felt before welled up in him. His hatred of the demon that was causing his brother to do this to him grew with his anger.
Dean came back towards Sam holding something behind his back. Sam wasn't sure what it was, but he knew that whatever it was, he wasn't going to like it. "So, you wanted to kill me…let's see who kills who…are you ready to die Sammy boy…cause I'm ready to let you have you're wish!" Dean pulled out his favorite knife and held it to Sam's throat.
Sam could feel the knife prick his skin and could feel the blood trickle from the shallow wound. He looked into the eyes of his brother and whispered "Dean…I love you…If you ever get free of the bastard, just remember…I don't blame you for this…just make sure that if you get the chance you kill the bastard!"
Dean blinked and stepped back from Sam, a look of confusion on his face. Sam continued, his voice getting stronger "You hear me you bastard…I may not be able to kill you, but Dean will…some way some how he will find a way to send you back to the hell you came from!"
Sam felt the anger drain from him as he felt himself falling once again into blackness.
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Dean had been trying for over two hours to get Sam to wake up. After finding Sam asleep, he had gently carried him over to the bed. He watched in horror as his brother's face twisted in agony, tears pouring down his face as he fought whatever dream he was trapped in.
But it was the times when he heard Sam begging Dean to stop hurting him that were the worst. "Come on Sammy…you have to know it's not me…I would never hurt you…please Sam, fight it…you have to fight it."
Dean reached over to dampen the wash cloth and once again wiped the sweat and tears from Sam's face. He didn't like the heat he felt on Sam's forehead…with everything else that was going on, the last thing they needed now was for Sam to get sick.
Dean realized while he was sitting watch over Sam, that the demon must have needed Sam to be in a weakened condition. That is why he had sent those thugs to beat Sam up. The beatings combined with Sam's lack of sleep would make his brother too weak to fight the demon. Dean just hoped that Sam would have the strength to break away one more time.
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Sam felt a hand on his shoulder and heard the gentle voice of his brother trying to get him to wake up. For a moment, when Sam opened his eyes, he felt safe…but then the events of the past few hours came back. Sam hit Dean in the face as hard as he could using the hand with the cast. As Dean fell back, Sam rolled off the bed and crawled into the corner of the room, covering his head with his good arm.
Dean saw stars when Sam hit him in the face. He quickly got up off the floor and rounded the bed, looking for Sam. Dean stopped in shock when he saw his brother curled into a ball in the corner…huddling like a wounded animal.
"Sam" Dean called gently, holding out his hand to show Sam that there was nothing to fear. Sam's only response was a whimper. Sam tried to make himself smaller as if somehow, he could melt into the wall, it would keep Dean from hurting him any further.
"Please Dean…no more…don't hurt me please…I'm sorry…I'll do whatever you want" Sam sobbed over and over as he rocked back and forth.
Dean didn't know what to do. He had never seen his brother like this before. Obviously, Sam still believed he was dreaming and Dean wasn't sure how to make him believe that he was awake. Dean tried reaching towards Sam again…hoping that his touch would reassure Sam. "Sam…look at me…oh Sammy…what did that bastard do to you?" Dean's choked on the tears that were threatening to fall.
Sam shuddered at Dean's touch and tried to pull further away. He refused to look at his brother…he couldn't stand to see the black eyes of the demon looking out of his brother's face. "Dean, please…I'll be good…just don't hurt me anymore…I'll do whatever you want!" Sam sobbed like a four year old child.
Dean stood up and reached for his cell phone. He need to call someone to help him and the only one he could think of was Missouri…Sam trusted her…maybe she could reach him. Dean listened to the call going through, hoping that Missouri was home. After the second ring, he heard the familiar voice. "Dean honey…I've been expecting your call ever since Theresa called me…why did you wait so long!"
Dean quickly told Missouri what had happened. "Don't you worry Dean honey…you just give me the address of the hotel and I should be there within the hour…I'm at Theresa's house right now…she can bring me over to you."
Dean gave Missouri the information she needed and thanked her for coming so quickly. Once he hung up the phone, he wondered if he should tell Sam. As he approached Sam, he heard his brother mumbling in a sing song voice…"Dean…I need you…Dean!" Dean finally let the tears fall as he watched his proud brother pleading for him to help.
"Don't worry Sam…I'll help you. Just hang in there for a little while longer."
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The demon was angry…how dare that boy think he could kill him. Normally, he would have moved on by now, but he couldn't resist the challenge of breaking the boy. He had come close last night…he could feel the boy's resistance fading.
Tonight should be the night…tonight, Sam would find out that the demon wasn't easily vanquished.
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An hour later, Dean heard a tapping at the door. As he went over to open the door, he smiled at the unlikely duo standing on the other side. "Well don't just stand there with your mouth hangin' open boy…let an old woman in!"
Dean stood aside and let the two women enter the room. Missouri stopped and frowned when she saw Sam sitting in the corner, rocking and mumbling softly to himself. Dean had gotten a blanket around his brother's shoulders, but other than that he had left him alone…afraid he would cause more damage.
"Tell me that you can do something Missouri?" Dean asked, hating the pleading note in his voice.
"Dean honey...I'm not sure…a lot will depend on Sam. Theresa, why don't you take Dean across the street to the diner and get us all some food and coffee."
Dean started to protest, he didn't want to leave Sam alone. Missouri shook her head, knowing that the next words she spoke would hurt the boy "Dean…I'm sorry honey, but until I can reach Sam, you will do more harm than good…everything will be fine…by the time you get back with breakfast, I should have an answer for you…now shoo!"
After Dean and Theresa had left the room, Missouri headed over towards the dejected figure of Sam. "Oh Sam, baby…don't you worry…we'll get this all sorted out"
TBC
