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3:00AM Madness

Chapter ten

"What the hell are you talking about?"

"Your brother and I are connected, we both have certain powers." The man looked over at Sam who now lay quietly with his eyes wide open once more in a trance and unaware of what was happening. "Your brother's going to complete my work."

"Your work?"

"I am dying…well at least this body I inhabit is. I will merge with your brother and train him to hunt down and destroy the scum of the earth as I have done all these years."

"And who is that?"

"Prostitutes….derelicts…the scum who inhabit this world."

"And who are you to judge them?"

"That is not your concern."

"Oh, but I think it is." Dean held up his gun.

"I've lived throughout the centuries ridding the earth of vermin and scum, jumping from body to body as they wear out. This body I now inhabit grows old and soon I will need to merge with another. That person is your brother, my mind will merge with his and he will carry out my work."

"I don't think so."

"Your brother's will grows weaker each time his mind connects with mine. Soon he will be me and I will be him." The man smiled when Dean aimed his gun at his heart. "You shoot and you will only kill the body of the man I inhabit. You can not kill me. I will only move onto another weaker body until your brother's mind is weak enough for me to enter completely and be one with him. Then he will carry out my work."

"My brother isn't carrying out anything for you." Dean started to reach for his salt gun. Now that he knew this wasn't just a man but a spirit possession he knew it might be the only thing that could destroy it.

"You can't stop me….look at him." The man nodded toward Sam. "Right now he's in my control. He's only seeing and hearing what I want him to." Dean glanced at Sam and could see the same blank look on his brother's face that he had seen earlier in the alley. "I will squeeze the life out of him right here right now unless you let me leave."

Dean froze inches from the salt gun as he watched Sam throw his head back and begin gasping for breath.

"Let him go!"

"Let me go and he will live." The man watched as Dean once more started to reach for the salt gun. "He will die before you reach it." The man warned.

Sam's body arched up on the bed as the air was sucked out of him. Dean stepped back away from the gun.

"Go! Get out of here!" Dean said to the man through teeth clenched in hate. He then went to Sam who had fallen back to the bed and lay there trying to catch his breath. When he reached him he glanced back and the man was gone.

"Sam. Sammy." Dean untied Sam's wrists and ankles then sat on the bed and pulled his brother close to him. "Just breathe easy Bro." He said as he held him. "Just breathe easy."

"Ohhhh." Sam moaned as he slowly came to. "What happened? What's going on?" Sam asked looking up into Dean's face.

"He came here."

"Where is he?" Sam said sitting up and looking around.

"I left him go."

"You left him go? Why?"

"I didn't have a choice Sam; he said he'd kill you if I didn't."

"Did he say anything? Did he talk to you?"

Dean told Sam the conversation he had had with the man. Sam listened without saying a word.

"I'm getting you out of here Sam, right now."

"Dean we can't just leave, we got to stop this thing or it will keep killing."

"Weren't you listening to me? This spirit or whatever the hell it is wants you Sam. It wants your body to continue its work."

"Well then I think we should give it to him."

"What are you nuts?"

"Dean, we can trap this thing and kill it."

"At what cost Sam? If this thing enters you and I can't destroy it…" Dean shook his head and stood up. "No, it's not going to happen, it's too dangerous,"

"I'm doing this Dean. I want to end this, I want it over with."

"Sam…."

"Dean I'm doing it and I need you to back me up… Please I want this over with one way or the other."

Dean shook his head and looked down. He knew he wouldn't be able to talk Sam out of it.

"Okay, I'll back you up but I don't like it…. This thing isn't demonic but it's strong, it said it's been doing this for centuries."

"Well hopefully tomorrow night it ends."

The following night 3:15 AM

Dean had set the alarm for two forty five and now sat in a corner watching Sam, the salt gun and a bottle of holy water sat on the floor next to him. He had once more tied Sam up but this time he had slept quietly throughout most of the night and Dean wondered if maybe tonight nothing was going to happen. The other nights Sam had tossed and turned all night before getting up with a bad headache and bloody nose. Dean tilted his chair back against the wall relaxing a little hoping that maybe the thing had released its hold on his brother. Maybe now that it knew that they knew what was going on it had moved on to someone else. As much as Dean wanted to destroy the thing he was also relieved that maybe his brother was finally safe from it. But almost as soon as the thought crossed his mind Sam suddenly sat upright on the bed and with super human strength ripped the bindings from his wrists and ankles, then before Dean could react he jumped off the bed and was standing in front of him. Dean jumped up and reached for the salt gun but a hard punch to his jaw threw him back against the wall. He slid down the wall fighting to stay conscious but another blow snapped his head back and he could no longer fight the blackness that enveloped him. He lay unconscious at the bottom of the wall as Sam turned and left the room.

TBC