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Bait
Chapter 20 – Stephen's Final Stand
"You killed her…you bastard…you killed my mate and now you can watch as I kill your brother and then I will kill you!"
Stephen reached down and grabbed Dean, pulling him over closer to where Sam sat unmoving. "Did you hear me…I said I'm going to kill him!" Sam didn't blink, he didn't move, he just stared at Stephen with dark, hate filled eyes.
Stephen dropped Dean on the floor and advanced on Sam. "Maybe I should start with you instead…I'm still a little hungr….argh" Stephen cried in alarm as he felt himself thrown against a stack of crates. Jumping up, he once again advanced toward the brothers.
Dean moaned and opened his eyes just in time to see Stephen coming towards him. He rolled over and got to his feet, preparing to place himself between the vampire and Sam. "You bastard…I'm going to kill you!" Dean yelled, searching for a weapon, he saw the machete laying on the ground behind the table. So close and yet so far….Dean blinked as once again the vampire was thrown against the crates, only this time he was held there as if an invisible hand had him by the throat.
Dean ran to get the machete, ducking instinctively as he heard the sound of an arrow flying through the air. He heard Stephen scream as the arrow penetrated his chest, pinning him to the wooden crates. Dean took a quick look at Sam. Sam was still sitting in the same position, only his eyes now stared at Stephen. A thin film of sweat was forming on Sam's forehead and he could see his brother's body shaking as if he was exerting some great force.
"Hold on Sammy…just hold him…I'll finish the job!" Dean ran towards the vampire…satisfied by the fear he saw in the monster's eyes. "You know, this really is too good for you…too quick. If it were up to me, I'd keep poisoning you with dead man's blood, until you begged for release…but unfortunately, I don't have the time!" Dean quickly decapitated the vampire and started to turn towards his brother.
"Sam…it's ok now…you can stop…Sam?" Dean could see the beads of sweat pouring down his brother's pale face. Next he heard the stack of crates in the warehouse beginning to shift. They were swaying dangerously, ready to topple. Dean took off at a run and almost made it…the top crate crashed down on him, knocking him unconscious once more.
As the dust settled, the room was deadly quiet…until the lone figure on the table let out a scream of agony. "Dean…NOOOOOOOO!"
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John pulled up next to the Impala and quickly exited the truck. He grabbed his cross bow and machete and ran for the warehouse. He knew that Dean was already inside…he just hoped that his boys were ok. Pulling the door open, he heard Sam's scream.
John ran towards the sound, cross bow ready in case he ran into one of the vampires. He stopped dead as he tried to make sense out of the scene in front of him. The female vampire was laying dead next to a metal table in the center of the warehouse. The male vampire's headless body could be seen sticking out from underneath a large crate. Dean was lying motionless a few feet from Sam…but Sam…Sam sat unmoving, on the table, eyes staring at the destruction before him.
John ran towards Dean, feeling his son's neck, he sighed when he felt a strong pulse. He carefully rolled Dean over, checking him for injuries. He had a gash on his forehead, but it didn't look too bad. "Dean…can you hear me son?" John asked as he gently patted Dean's cheek.
Dean moaned and tried to clear his foggy brain. He heard someone calling his name…but it was hard to open his eyes. "Come on son…open your eyes…we have to get Sammy out of here" Dean's eyes flew open as he heard his father mention his brother's name.
"Dad? Sam…is he ok? Go check on him…please!" Dean tried to control the dizziness that assaulted him as he sat up. He glanced at his brother and immediately was concerned.
John walked quietly over towards his youngest son. "Sammy…it's Dad…Sam?" He reached over and touched the boy on the shoulder, hoping the contact would bring him back to his senses. He could feel the fever burning in his son's body and grimaced at the blood that was still running down his son's chest. "Sam…you need to wake up…it's time to go!" John tried barking an order at his son and was rewarded by Sam turning to look at him.
Sam blinked as if he was seeing his father for the first time. His mouth worked, but no sound was coming out. John got concerned when he saw Sam starting to struggle for breath, holding his chest and gasping for air. "Sam…you need to calm down…breath in…that's good, slow steady breaths…you can do it" John encouraged, using the same tone he had heard Dean use when he talked Sam out of one of his visions.
Sam's body shuddered as a sob broke free "Dad…Oh God…Dad…I killed them…I can't believe…I killed them all!" Sam buried his face into his father's shoulder, grabbing onto him as if he were a life line. John patted Sam's back, murmuring comforting words. "It's ok Sam…you did the right thing…you had to kill the vampires…it was the only way."
Sam backed away from his father, the complete look of desolation in his eyes, shaking his father to the core. "No Dad…I killed Dean…it's all my fault…I couldn't control it…and now, Dean is dead!"
"Ahem…I don't know little brother, I'm feeling kind of alive for a dead person!" Dean stood on shaky legs and staggered over to his brother. He slowed down when he saw Sam start to back away…shaking his head.
"Sam…it really is me…a little banged up, but otherwise I'm fine." Dean reached over carefully, touching Sam's shoulder lightly, letting him feel that his brother was still with him. Sam looked over at Dean, once again no sound was coming from his lips. He blinked a couple of times and with a final shudder, closed his eyes and let the darkness claim him.
John caught his youngest son before he could fall to the floor. Looking over Sam's head at Dean, he saw his torment, mirrored in his oldest son's eyes. "Dean, grab our stuff, I'll get Sam to your car…let's get out of here!" John placed Sam across his shoulders in a fire man's carry and started towards the door. Dean hurried on ahead, opening the door and running to get the back door open on the Impala. He grabbed a couple of blankets from the trunk, laying one down on the back seat so that Sam wouldn't have to lay on the cold leather. He helped his father get Sam into the back seat and covered his brother with the other blanket.
"You stay here with him…I'm going to go back in and clean up. I'll be right back!" John said as he grabbed the gas can from the back of his truck and headed back into the warehouse.
Dean smoothed the blanket around his brother, noting the flushed look on Sam's face. "Hold on Sam…we'll have you back at the hospital in no time!" Dean was started when he felt his brother move, trying to throw off the blanket.
"No…please…no hospital…I'll be good…please…I can't…I can't" Sam drifted off again, but he still tossed on the back seat as if his body was still trying to escape.
"Shhhh…Sammy…no hospital…in fact, as soon as we pack our things, I think we'll just leave this place and move down the road a piece. Don't worry Sam…everything will be ok!" Dean sighed as he saw his brother's body relax. He really hoped it would be ok…he tried not to show his fear, the fear that he wouldn't be strong enough to help his brother. "God Sammy…you have to be ok…you just have to get over this…you're too strong to let them win!"
TBC
Raven524: Ok…so I think we have one more chapter to tie things up and this one is done...once again, thanks for all the wonderful reviews. Let me know what you liked or didn't like in this one…I do enjoy hearing what everyone thinks! So R&R!
