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3:00 AM Madness
Chapter nine
Sam walked over to Dean and pulled him to his feet. He then began to beat him mercilessly. Dean, not wanting to hurt his brother, protected himself from the blows the best he could without fighting back.
"Sam! Sammy wake up!" He screamed at his brother trying to snap him out of his trance. Finally realizing there was nothing else he could do he punched Sam in the face hoping that would do the trick, it did. Sam shook his head slightly and stepped back.
"Why the hell did you do that?" Sam asked as he rubbed his jaw confused as to why Dean had hit him. It was obvious to Dean that Sam had no idea what had just happened. Dean pushed Sam to the side and ran over to the passageway where the man had been but he was gone. Sam slowly walked over and stood next to him his eyes wide as they both looked down at the dead girl.
"Oh God Dean ….Oh God what did I do?" Sam looked down at his blood splattered clothes.
"It wasn't you Sam." Dean said softly.
Sam looked up at Dean with tears in his eyes.
"Who was it? Did you see him?"
Dean nodded as he looked at the woman lying at his feet.
"Some guy… He had you in some kind of trance it seemed. He told you to fight me and you did."
Sam looked down at the body then back up at Dean.
"I'm sorry Dean…I ….I don't remember."
"What do you remember?"
Sam thought for awhile.
"I remember….watching the girl die but it felt like I was killing her…..I think I could feel his hate, his emotions….It was like …it was like I was him."
Dean glanced around the alley making sure they were alone.
"We got to get out of here Sam."
"Dean, we need to help her."
"She's beyond helping Sam….she's dead."
Sam swallowed hard as Dean grabbed his arm and led him out of the alley and through the streets back to their motel.
Motel
Sam sat on the bed staring out the window as police cars flew by on their way to the murder scene. Dean sat on the floor in front of Sam pulling shards of glass out of his feet.
"What's happening Dean? Why am I doing this?"
"Look Sam, as far as I can tell you're not doing anything but watching this…this person slaughter these girls. I don't know how he's drawing you to him but somehow he is. He's somehow psychically connected to you and is pulling you to the site."
"But why? Why me?"
"I don't know Sam. I still say we pack up and get as far away from here as we can. These damn nightmares didn't happen till we were near this town. Hopefully if we leave they'll stop." Dean rubbed antibiotic on Sam's feet then covered the deeper cuts with gauze.
"We can't just leave Dean. Someone or something is out there butchering women and I'm watching it happen. We got to try and stop him."
"How are we going to do that Sam? It didn't work out so well tonight."
"That's because I attacked you. If you can get me out of the way you have a chance of ending this."
"And how do you suggest I get you out of the way Sam?"
"Shoot me."
"Ah come on Sam…" Dean shook his head and started to walk away. There was no way he was going to shoot his brother.
"No, listen Dean….you can shoot me with a stun gun if I come after you, then you can take him out."
Dean stopped and turned back to Sam.
"Or maybe we can draw him here."
"How do you expect to do that?"
"I wonder what would happen if I tie you to the bed tonight and if you can't go to him….just maybe he'll come to you."
Sam thought for a few seconds.
"You know it might just work. When I'm in his head I feel like I'm him. I can see and feel what he's seeing and feeling…maybe you're right….maybe if I can't go to him, he'll come to me."
"It's worth a try. And I'd feel a lot better bringing him to us then going into an alley looking for him."
"Okay, then tonight we'll try it. Tonight we hopefully end this thing."
2:45 AM
Dean tied Sam to the bed, his wrists and feet tied to the bedposts. At first Sam had trouble falling asleep in that position but finally around two he drifted off. Dean watched as he rolled his head back and forth and moaned as blood once more trickled from his nose, it was happening again. Dean walked over and opened the motel door then stepped back into the shadows. He took out a gun and attached a silencer to it then waited.
At three ten a figure dressed in black appeared at the door. The man slowly entered the room and stood next to Sam's bed. He stood staring down at Sam then as if sensing Dean was in the room spun around and glared at him. Dean slowly walked out of the shadows.
"Why are you doing this to my brother?" Dean asked as he pointed the gun at the man. The man glared at Dean but said nothing. "I asked you a question." Dean raised the gun slightly and pointed it at the man's head.
"Go ahead; shoot me….but your brother will die with me."
TBC
