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3:00 AM Madness

Chapter eight

They spent the rest of the day watching news reports on the murder. This was the sixth murder in the last week, each victim had her throat cut and had slashing abdominal wounds. The media were comparing the murders to the Jack the Ripper murders in London over a hundred years ago. All of the victims had been local prostitutes and were last seen around two AM when the bars closed. Sam looked over at Dean.

"Dean I don't like this. Who ever is doing this is insane, look at the way he sliced those girls up. You're going to be on your own out there. I don't know if I'll be able to help you…Hell I can't even help myself."

"I'll be careful Sam, don't worry about me. We got to end this; we got to end this tonight."

"What if he attacks you…or what if I attack you? We still don't know if I'm involved in this or not. I might try to kill you if you go through with this."

"I'll take my chance Sam. I just want this over with. I want it to end tonight."

"I want it over with too Dean, but not at the cost of your life."

"Well what do you suggest?"

"That you turn me in….at least if I'm locked up I won't be able to hurt anyone."

"Ain't going to happen."

"Dean…." Sam shook his head. "I could be a murderer, or at least somehow involved with the murders."

"I don't think so; I think I'm right on this one. I think you're being drawn to the murder site. I think you're somehow psychically linking minds with the murderer."

"Like I did with Max… but only this time I'm actually going to the site when the murder occurs."

"That's what I'm thinking. With Max you were seeing what he was seeing or what he was going to do before it happened. But with who ever this is they're pulling you to the scene."

"But why?"

"I don't know Sam. Maybe it's not intentional, maybe you're just picking up his thoughts and his psychic energy draws you to him."

Sam turned away still not convinced if he wanted Dean to follow him. If anything happened to his brother because of him…..well he didn't know if he could live with himself. He looked over at Dean.

"Remember, take a gun…and use it on me if you have to… Don't let me hurt anyone, including you."

Dean nodded, but he knew there was no way he was going to shoot his brother even to save his own life.

Later that night

Dean watched as Sam slept. He could tell he wasn't sleeping peacefully by the moans that occasionally drifted over his way. He walked over and stood next to his brother's bed. He watched as Sam winced in pain as he rolled his head back and forth on the pillow as bright red blood began to trickle out of his nose.

"No….no…." He moaned over and over as if trying to stop something bad from happening.

Dean resisted the urge to wake him. He glanced over at the clock and saw that it was two minutes after three. When Sam suddenly threw his covers off and sat up Dean stepped away from him. He picked up his gun from the table and slid it under his belt. The gun was for whatever was doing this to Sam, not for his brother. He knew he would rather die himself then shoot Sam. Sam got up and headed for the door with Dean following him at a safe distance. He followed him as he walked barefoot through the city streets and into the dark alleys. Then he watched as his brother walked over broken glass without even reacting to the pain it must have caused. It was like he was in a trance and on a mission. Finally Sam went down an alley and stopped midway through it. He stood looking into a narrow passageway connecting to the alley he was in. Dean watched as a woman came up to Sam.

"Hi honey, you want to play?" The woman said as she ran her hand over Sam's chest. When Sam didn't answer she stepped back and looked at him. "What's the matter baby are you shy?" She smiled as she reached for his belt.

As Dean crept closer he could see a figure come up behind the woman but before he could shout a warning to her he watched in horror as the figure leapt forward and slashed the woman across her throat. Blood squirted from her neck and onto Sam who just stood watching.

"Sam move!" Dean shouted as he ran forward. When Sam didn't move Dean grabbed him by the arm and yanked him out of the way. He then pointed the gun at the man. "Hold it right there you son of a bitch!"

Dean could see hate and rage burning in the man's red eyes as he glared back at him. Dean slowly began to approach the man but was stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. He glanced back into his brother's face.

"Sam get out of here." He said as he looked back at the man holding the dead woman's body in front of him. But instead of stepping aside Sam grabbed Dean and tossed him across the alley.

"Kill him!" The man screamed at Sam.

TBC