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3:00 AM Madness
Chapter seven
An hour later Dean woke up. He groaned as he reached back and touched the back of his head. He pulled his hand away and looked at the blood on it. For a few seconds he didn't remember what had happened, but then it came to him.
"Sam!" Dean said as he stood up a little too quick and regretted it immediately when the room started spinning. He gingerly walked over and sat on the bed then pulled out his cell phone and dialed Sam. "Come on Sammy answer."
He was torn about what to do. Stay there in case Sam came back or hit the streets looking for him. He decided to get out on the street.
Later
Dean drove up and down the back alleys searching for his missing brother.
"Damn it Sammy where are you."
He started to get frantic picturing his brother lying injured or dead somewhere in one of the many alleys. He drove for hours until he finally spotted Sam coming out of an alley across the street from where he was sitting at a stop sign. He spun his car around and pulled up next to his brother then jumped out and ran over to him.
"Sammy!"
Sam looked at him and Dean was momentarily taken back by the grief in Sam's eyes. He also could see that his brother's chest was splattered with blood.
"It happened again didn't it?" Sam's eyes filled with tears as he tried to remember.
Dean didn't answer him but instead grabbed his arm and began pulling him toward the car. His only thought, get his brother back to the safety of the motel before anyone saw him.
"Come on Sam we got to get out of here."
"Dean, you got to check the alley. I think I might have hurt someone." Sam said as he pulled away from his brother. Dean didn't want to look in the alley worried about what he might fine, but he knew he had to, someone might be hurt and maybe he could help them.
"Go sit in the car Sam." Dean ordered his brother then waited to make sure he did before heading into the alley.
He had walked about half way through the alley when he spotted her. A woman lying in a pool of blood, her throat slashed, her stomach ripped open.
"Oh God Sammy…" Dean whispered to himself. What the hell is going on? He wondered. He still couldn't believe Sam was somehow involved in this.
He could tell the woman was dead and there was nothing he could do for her. But just before he started to walk away he noticed footprints in the blood. One set of prints was barefoot and led out of the alley toward Dean's car and the other set led in a different direction. He knew the barefoot one was Sam, but who belonged to the other set? So that meant Sam wasn't alone in the alley, someone had been with him. Dean turned and hurried back to the car not wanting to leave his brother alone.
He climbed in the car and looked over at Sam.
"We got to get back to the motel and talk about this."
"Did you find anyone?"
Dean swallowed hard and looked out the side window.
"Dean did you find anyone?" Sam repeated.
"Yeah…another girl."
"Oh God no…" Sam ran his hand through his hair visibly shaken.
Dean started the car and pulled away from the alley.
"Dean you got to take me in…you got to turn me over to the cops before I kill someone else."
"No way Bro."
"Dean I killed two women that we know of….and who knows how many more that I don't remember."
"I don't think you killed anyone Sam."
Sam looked at him puzzled.
"How can you say that…you saw the body…you saw me come out of that alley."
"We'll talk about it once I get you back to the motel."
Motel
They entered the motel and each sat on one of the beds.
"Sam, you weren't alone in that alley."
"What?"
"I saw two sets of prints leading away from the body. One was yours but the other went in the opposite direction."
"Someone was there with me?"
"Yeah, more then likely the killer."
"But…. I don't remember seeing anyone."
"Look Sam, I know you…you're no killer. I don't know what's going on but somehow you're being pulled to the murder scene."
"You mean you think I'm somehow psychically connected to the murderer?"
"Could be. Maybe you're seeing it in a premonition and then somehow you connect with the murderer's mind and your two minds kind of blend together. That's why you see yourself doing it. It's not really you but you've connected with the murderer's mind."
"But then why can't I stop him….If I'm there watching and I'm connecting with him, why don't I try to stop him."
"I don't know Sam….All I know is that you're not yourself; he's in your mind and must have some control over you."
Sam suddenly remembered tossing Dean against the wall.
"I hurt you didn't I….When I left, I think I hurt you."
"Well let's just say I'm going to owe you one." Dean said as he reached up and touched the lump on his head.
"Sorry…I couldn't stop myself." Sam said sadly. "What are we going to do Dean? How are we going to stop this?"
"If it happens again tonight, I won't try to stop you. I'll follow you and maybe I can stop him."
"What if he comes after you? I don't think I'll be able to back you up. If I'm just standing by watching him butcher these women, I might just stand by and watch him butcher you."
"There's nothing else we can do Sam. Tonight we'll try to end this."
TBC
