Chapter 10:
Sam stood still, in awe of just how mean his father could be. There was definitely no way in hell he was leaving now. He didn't honestly believe his father would kill his own son, but when John was in 'hunter' mode, he was known to look past a few injuries to get the job done. And Dean was already so hurt, Sam didn't think he could withstand much more. And he'd be damned if he didn't try to stop it.
John was so angry his blood was boiling over. He loved his boys. Both of them. Equally. To have Sam actually think he could kill one of them broke his heart. But Sam always was his emotional one. He had never turned as hard as Dean. He never let John tear down his identity as Dean had. John wished at that moment he could tell Sam just how proud he was of the man he had become. But he feared it would be too little too late. Instead he tried to wrap his head around the situation. He knew that neither one of the boys would leave the other. But he wasn't about to leave them alone either. They needed to get Mr. Wells out of Dean, and leave together. As a family. That was the only solution.
"Okay Sam. I shouldn't have said that. We get that son of a bitch out of your brother and we leave together."
"Good." Sam replied curtly.
"But you know the rules Sam. Don't fall for it's tricks. This might not be pretty. You have to stay strong."
"I know Dad. Don't worry about me."
"Fine. Then let's draw him out. You remember the text?"
Sam smiled, "You always said I had a mind like a steel trap Dad. I remember every word."
John let a faint smile cross his lips. "That's my boy." He turned back to Dean and knelt down. "Dean," his son looked up at him with blank eyes. "If you can hear me son, I'm sorry. This is going to hurt, but just hang on." He received no response. He grabbed his holy water, closed his eyes, took a deep breath then said, "Okay Sammy, let's do this."
John began to sprinkle holy water onto Dean's body. He reacted immediately, jerking and kicking, trying to get away. But John held firm and kept his weight on Dean, holding him down. Sam came up by his side, and avoiding his brother's eyes, began reciting the chant his father had taught him. Dean screamed. Sam squeezed his eyes shut, not being able to bear looking at him.
This went on for the next twenty minutes. Dean screaming and struggling against John. Sam, keeping his eyes closed and simply repeating the memorized words over and over. Praying that this would end soon. That his brother's anguish could stop. So his own could stop. Then suddenly, Dean stopped screaming and went limp. The light left him and disappeared into the darkness. Both John and Sam let out a relieved breath, though they both knew that they hadn't performed an exorsism. They simply removed the ghost from his body. It would be back.
John immediately untied Dean's hands and gently laid him flat on his back. He checked for a pulse, and found it quickly, and very strong. Sam knelt beside the other side of Dean.
"Dean? Dean wake up." Sam pleaded.
Slowly Dean's eyes fluttered and after a moment opened. He turned his head and focused on Sam. "Sammy? What's going on?" He was truly confused. His mind was fuzzy and he had no idea where he was.
"We'll explain later Dean. Right now we gotta get out of here." Sam looked to his Dad who nodded. They both slipped an arm under Dean and pulled him up. To Dean's credit he didn't make a sound. He simply let his head droop down, chin resting on his chest.
"Sam. Let me take him. You're injured too. I don't want your back hurt worse."
"No Dad. Let me help. I'm fine."
Turning the flashlight in front of them, they found the stairs and made their way up. The emerged in the kitchen. They didn't have too much further to go. The front door was only a little ways away. John thought for sure this time they were going to make. His son's were going to be okay.
That was until they felt an invisible force pull them apart, once again. Each one landing in a different direction.
-TBC-
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