Chapter 7:

Sam slowly regained consciousness. He was slumped against the tree, his back and neck screaming in pain from the awkward angle. He shook his head slightly and blinked his eyes, trying to get them to focus. What the hell happened? he thought. Then he remembered, and suddenly he was filled with panic. He stood, ignoring the wave of dizziness that hit him. Dean was no where to be found. "No!" he screamed, "Not again. Damn you!" Sam ran a hand through his hair and began pacing. Now what? What the fuck was he going to do? He stumbled over something, and found it was his gun. He looked around and noticed that their bags and weapons were all still there. Now why wouldn't the demon have gotten rid of them? Maybe he's not scared of me, Sam thought. Then he smiled. He should be scared of me. I'm sending him back to hell, or worse.

Sam gathered everything up, and headed in the direction he hoped the cabin was in. Dean's probably already dead, he thought. No! He would feel it. Dean was alive. For how long? He was already in bad shape. He couldn't fight much longer. Don't worry Dean, I'm coming.

Dean awoke, finding himself back on that stupid hard table. The demon wasn't in sight. He tried to get up, but found his hands were tied this time. He laid his head back and sighed. His body was screaming in pain, no, it was worse than pain. He could barely see straight. He'd never been hurt this bad, and for the first time in his life, he really didn't think he could fight anymore. He thought of Sam. The way he hit that tree, he was probably already dead. I'm sorry little brother, he thought. I failed. I failed everyone. I'm not the hero you made me out to be, I hope you can forgive me. He closed his eyes and for another first, wished the inevitable would just hurry up and happen.

By some miracle, Sam actually found his way to the cabin. The sun was once again beginning to peak over the horizon. God, had they really been out here two nights? He paused at the treeline. Everything was silent, there wasn't even any wind. It was as if the woods had stopped living. Then Sam realized there wasn't something quite right about the cabin. There was an errie pale glow surrounding it. Sam smirked. Yeah, you son of a bitch. You're afraid of me. Or you wouldn't have put that up. Sam stood and began walking towards the cabin. And all of a sudden it hit him. He wasn't even the slightest bit afraid. He felt cocky, and absolutely sure of himself. He was set for a fight and he was set to win. Nothing was going to stop him. 'Oh, God' he thought, 'Dean must be rubbing off on me.' Halfway to the cabin he stopped and dove behind a bush. Two demon dogs were circling. Great, what else you gonna throw at me? Then he remembered the hole he had fallen into earlier. That would be a perfect way to sneak in. Quietly he made his way to the tunnel. It wasn't too far of a drop, but he held onto the edge as long as he could as he lowered his body. He hit the ground with a thud, but was otherwise fine. He ran down the tunnel flying through the door he went through last time.
He came face to face again with Angela. She smiled a sad smile, "Turn back Sam. It's too late."

"What? No!"

"Dean is gone Sam. You should save yourself."

"No! I would know it if he was dead!" Sam felt tears running down his face, he ignored them. Dean wasn't dead yet. No. It wasn't fair. It wasn't his time.

"Leave Sam."

Sam stood perfectly still for a moment. He could feel it, Dean was still alive. But why was Angela trying to keep him away. Sam suddenly thought that either this wasn't really Angela, or the demon was using her against him. Either way, he was getting by her. He reached into his pocket, "Sorry Angela." He threw the salt onto her. She screamed and disappeared. He bolted through the other door and up the stairs to the bedroom. This was too easy. Why wasn't there anything trying to stop him? He didn't want to look a gift horse in the mouth, but this just wasn't right. He kept moving, but cautiously. When he made his way to the basement door without any type of interference, his bad feeling got much worse. What if Dean was dead? Is that why the demon wasn't around. He shook his head, no. He opened the basement door and with his gun aimed in front of him he charged down the stairs. But he halted to a stop when he saw his brother's still form,tied to that fucking table. He did look dead.

"Dean!" He screamed as he ran to him. He quickly undid the ropes and shook his brother. "No! Dean wake up. Please!"

Dean stirred slightly. "Sam?" His eyes were glossy and unfocused. "Sammy, that you?"

Sam's stomach was twisting into knots. "Yeah Dean, it's me. Let's get you out of here, okay." He could feel the tears welling up in his eyes again, but he forced them away. Now was not the time.

"I'm s..sorry... Sammy. I...failed." Dean stammered out.

"What are you talking about Dean?" He asked as he pulled him up. "You didn't fail anything. You don't know how to."

Dean didn't respond, he just leaned on his brother and let himself be led away.
"God Dean, weren't we just doing this? I hate dejavu." Sam said trying to get Dean's attention. But his brother wasn't talking back. Sam swallowed hard. This might be the same scenario replaying again, but this time Dean wasn't going to make it up the stairs. "Okay bro, this is gonna hurt, but we gotta move faster. Sorry." Sam put his shoulder to Dean's stomach and lifted him up, holding him by the legs. Dean moaned in pain. "Sorry." Sam said again. As fast as he could he made it up the stairs. He thought once again he was home free, that was until he was reaching for the door when that damn invisible force blocked him and knocked him and Dean to the floor. Dean screamed in pain and suddenly became very alert. He looked up to see his brother being pinned to the wall, the demon holding him up by his throat.

"See Dean, I told you your worst fear would come true. Say goodbye to baby brother."

"No!"

-TBC-

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