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3:00 AM Madness
Chapter two
"Give us your money!" One of the men ordered.
"I don't think so." A voice came from behind them. A figure walked out of the darkness. It was Sam. Dean shifted uneasily. Damn it Sam what are you doing here?
He didn't want his brother involved in this.
"Oh, so you think you're going to stop us?" The man said mockingly.
"That's my intention." Sam walked slowly toward them.
"Dude must think he's tough." The man gave a little laugh as he glanced over at his partners. "How 'bout you give me your money hero." He pointed his gun at Sam.
Sam said nothing, only glared back at the man.
The man took a step forward and Sam reacted, spinning around and kicking him in his stomach. The man fell to his knees but managed to get off a shot as he went down. The bullet creased Sam's side but didn't stop him. He pulled the man up and began beating him relentlessly.
While everyone's attention was on the fight Dean easily managed to take out the other three men. He then ran over to Sam and tried to pull him off the man.
"Sam stop! You're going to kill him Sam stop!" Dean yelled but Sam didn't stop. "Sammy!" Dean grabbed Sam's blood splattered arm. Sam looked over at him then back down at the man and released him. He stood up and looked at his blood covered hands.
"Come on Sam we got to get out of here." Dean grabbed Sam's arm and pulled him back to the car.
Motel
Once inside the motel Sam started to head for the bathroom but Dean grabbed him by the shoulder and spun him around.
"What the hell were you doing Sam? You almost killed that man."
Tears filled Sam's eyes.
"I know…I couldn't stop myself."
"And why the hell were you in that alley?"
"I don't know Dean." He said softly.
"What do you mean you don't know? You don't go in an alley at night, not in this town. What the hell were you thinking?"
"I was just walking…and then I heard a commotion at the end of the alley and went to see what was happening."
"You should have stayed in Sam like I told you." It was then Dean saw the blood dripping from Sam's shirt and running down the front of his jeans. "You were hit! Why the hell didn't you tell me?"
Dean pulled Sam over to one of the beds and made him sit down. He then helped him take off his shirt.
"Damn it Sammy, you could have gotten yourself killed." He said softly as he examined the wound. It was a deep graze wound and was bleeding badly. "We got to get this cleaned up."
Sam headed into the bathroom with Dean right behind him.
"Dean, I can do this myself." Sam said.
Dean left the bathroom but stood right outside the door leaning against the wall.
"Scrub good…you have that guy's blood all over you."
After Dean heard the shower water running he went out to the car and brought the first aide kit in. Once Sam was done he walked out with a towel around his waist and sat on the bed. The towel quickly turned red from the blood that still oozed out of the wound. Dean walked over and sat down next to him.
"Looks pretty deep." He said as he poured an antibiotic liquid over the wound. He winced in sympathy when he saw Sam flinch in pain. "Sorry."
"Just get it over with…." Sam said when he saw Dean remove a needle from the kit.
They had both learned first aide from their dad and had patched each other up many times before, they knew it was better then going to the hospital and having to answer a million questions.
"This is going to hurt." Dean said as he threaded the needle.
"Just get it over with." Sam repeated
Dean stitched the wound closed and then bandaged it.
"You better take it easy for a few days or you'll pop those stitches."
Sam just nodded.
"Sam…what the hell happened out there? Even after that man was down you kept beating on him."
"I don't know…It was like…It was like something just came over me." Sam looked at his brother. "I wanted to kill him Dean…I really wanted to kill him."
"That doesn't sound like you Sam. You always go out of your way to make sure you don't hurt anyone more then is necessary….What happened?"
Sam shook his head as he blinked back tears.
"Maybe I'm losing it Dean…I've been waking up with so much anger in me, so much hate. I feel like I want to kill someone…and it doesn't matter who."
Dean tried to hide his worry from Sam.
"Well what do you think is happening?...Do you think maybe some kind of sleep demon?"
"I don't know…Right now I feel fine…but it seems to always happen around three AM. I wake up and just want to…" Sam clenched his fists.
"Kill someone?"
"Yeah."
"But you're feeling okay now right?"
"Yeah…I feel fine."
"Well then why don't we try and get some rest. We've been up since three…We'll figure this out tomorrow."
"Okay, go ahead."
"I said we Sam, not me. You need to get some rest too, you look like crap."
"I don't know if I can."
"Well at least try."
"Okay….I'll try."
"And Sammy…"
"Yeah."
"Don't go out."
"I'm not planning to."
Eleven AM
Dean woke up and immediately checked on Sam who was sound asleep. He figured he'd let his brother sleep while he snuck out and got a newspaper and coffee from the motel's office. He returned a short time later and sat down on the bed. He took a sip of coffee and began reading the sports page, then when he had checked all the scores he turned to the front page. After reading the headlines he lowered the paper, his heart pounded as he looked over at Sam then back at the headlines. 'Woman found murdered in alley behind Flanigan's Pub' It was the same alley he had been pulled into, the same alley Sam had been in.
TBC
