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Chapter Six--Demons
" Sammy..." Dean whispered as he sucked in a sob, trying to look through the blindness of his tears, as with shaky fingers, he stroked his brother's face, "Come on, one more time. Come on now, just one more time..."
There was no one else.
No one left.
Dean had lost every single member of his family.
He cradled Sam as tightly as he could and held onto him knowing that he would be taken from him, knowing that this was the last time ever he would ever be able to physically touch or feel his little brother.
He was shaking furiously as tears rained down his face, christening upon Sam's cold, pale lifeless face.
The emptiness.
The hollow grating hole that was consuming Dean sucking him in and spitting him out like a discarded chew toy.
He was just Dean now, no longer a son, no longer a brother. Just a person who had nothing, no one.
Dr. David Kessin's heart went out to the broken man, lying sprawled over his brother's body. Reality always had a tendency to be a bitch in his profession. Dr Kessin, had been a doctor for over twenty five years, he'd lost patients before, had the family locked in the room with him; but for some unknown reason- today had just, felt, different.
"What's that song you heard on the radio..? You've been singing like a canary for the last few weeks...?" Dean suddenly blurted out, his chuckle nervous and racked, with a disillusioned belief that Sam Turner was still asleep. "Come on, we'll sing it now...!"
Dr Kessin swallowed, as he studied Dean's traumatised form, even as a doctor of medicine and not of the mind, he knew it was going to take a heck of a load of therapy to get Dean Turner over this. Dean however struck him as the sort that would rather slit his own wrists with a rusty hacksaw, than ever open up to anyone.
"Hey doc, what do we do about the body..?" A female nurse asked in a hushed tone, as she looked over at her superior. Dr. Kessin cringed at his auxiliary nurse's lack of tact.
"Just leave him alone..." Dr Kessin promptly said, hoping that Dean had not heard the nurse's unsympathetic question. "And leave Dean alone also..."
"How are we supposed to tidy up...?" The nurse asked again, as she looked questionably at Dean Turner, who was singing some weird song to the body of his dead brother.
The nurse swallowed, clearly the patient from another ward had gone into shock, and she didn't fancy having to deal with his emotional outbursts when she tried to tidy up the equipment. She knew an emotional outburst would come from him, from grieving family it always did- call it experience.
"Just do what you can…" Dr. Kessin muttered as he picked up Sam's chart at the end of the bed.
His blue eyes fell to Sam's face which was paler than any human ought to be, and a horrible blue tinge was beginning to form at the edges of Sam's lips. The ventilator having been removed by a different nurse as soon as Sam's time of death had been called, allowing Dean to actually hold Sam without anything in his way.
With the equipment now removed, Sam simply looked like he was sleeping, and Dr. Kessin couldn't help but feel upset.
He'd wanted to save the kid.
Especially for Dean. He'd liked Dean a lot. On hearing about the antics Dean had been causing on the other wing of the hospital, the ICU doctor had pulled some strings, to allow Dean to stay with Sam until his brother was better.
He knew that would have put a smile on the mischievous Dean's face. But he'd never been able to tell him. Sam had just arrested before he'd come to tell him the news.
He rarely ever did what he was about to do, but the doctor said a silent prayer as he placed Sam's notes back at the foot of the deceased's bed.
He prayed that Dean would be able to move on. He prayed that Sam knew how much Dean loved him. He prayed that one day, both boys would be reunited.
He also prayed that the bastard that had killed the twenty-three year old would be captured by police and sent down for a very long time...
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John Winchester heaved in a ragged breath.
What was the father to do now...? The man knew he had to go to Dean.
He sighed as he stared at his broken elder son.
……Oh Deanie...John thought sadly, looking through the window into Sam's room, and seeing Dean still was trying to rouse his brother. That was Dean in a heartbeat; never giving up, even when the odds were stacked against him.
…….I'm so sorry Dean...John thought, as he shook his head... I'm so sorry Sammy...
John slowly climbed to his feet, his heart still shaking inside his rattling body. His hand touched the handle to Sam's door.
It wasn't meant to be like this, it wasn't. John was supposed to follow up the information he'd gleaned from the demon, and use it to destroy the son-of-a-bitch. Dean and Sam were supposed to stay here, together, and get better. Then, John was going to come back, collect his boys and take them some place safe. That way they could be a family again, all of them, the three of them, could start again as a family.
Yet Sam was dead.
That hadn't been part of John's plans. Losing his son in a car crash hadn't been in the plans. Losing Dean to grief hadn't been in the plan either.
And yet it had happened.
The broken father closed his eyes and prayed for added strength.
It was time to face Dean...
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Sam Winchester opened his eyes and stared at the scene in front of him.
He felt weird. Like he was sort of where he was supposed to be, but not exactly there yet.
And yet at the same time, Sam felt nothing; which was odd for Sam, because he always felt something.
The younger Winchester stared at scene in front of him.
Dean could no longer see him.
But he could see Dean.
Sam knew he should be feeling something, anything. Anger for dying, upset that Dean could no longer see him, fear of moving onto somewhere he'd never been. Excited that he would get to finally meet his mother and be reunited with Jessica again.
At least Sam hoped he'd go to heaven. If it existed of course.
"It'll be ok Dean..." Sam said standing less than an inch behind his crying brother, who still hadn't raised his head from Sam's neck. "Don't cry..."
Sam shuddered, geeze that was weird. Seeing himself dead. Sam swallowed, no wonder Dean was crying, he looked bloody awful.
Sam gently put a hand on the back of Dean's head; maybe he'd feel his touch like he had earlier.
He'd been able to do it once, why couldn't he do it again..?
"I didn't mean it..." Dean whispered, looking at Sam's still face, " I didn't mean to yell at you. I won't ever yell again, just wake up, come on Sam. I know they're wrong about you, you're not dead. I know you wouldn't just die. You're a fighter..."
Sam's spirit sighed as he looked at Dean, who was clearly inconsolable, "I know you didn't mean it Dean, its ok..."
Sam sighed as he sat down at the foot of his own bed. He watched the nurses and doctors around him busy themselves with prep work, each of them ignoring Dean's sobs, and desperate conversations.
Watching as Dean sat up on the bed, he could see anger in his brother's eyes, mixed with confusion, sorrow and hurt. Sam desperately wanted to wrap his arms around him, and tell him that everything would be ok. But he couldn't even get Dean to see him anymore, let alone feel his touch.
That made Sam feel something, for the first time since he'd died. He felt sadness. He realised that he couldn't even remember the last time he'd hugged Dean, and it hurt him deeply that he'd never be able to do it again.
Suddenly, Sam's spirit jumped to its feet. He sucked in his breath and held it. He'd felt it, the same way he'd felt it when he'd been alive. It was brief, silent and always very, very quick.
Something was in the room with them.
Something evil...
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Sam's eyes searched the room frantically, this couldn't be happening. Not now for crying out loud. Dean wasn't in any condition at all to defend himself from the supernatural, and as for him, well, he was a spirit for crying out loud, what could he do..?
Sam stood up and begun to look carefully at the nursing staff, and he jumped when he saw a black wisp dancing from behind one of the male nurses. His aura was black.
"Did you think it would be this easy Sam...?" The wisp growled, as it pulled away from the nurse's body.
Sam watched as the nurse fell lifelessly to the floor.
"Who are you...?" Sam demanded, as he watched as Dean's eyes fell in confusion to the unconscious nurse. "What are you doing here...?"
"Coming for you of course..." The black wisp said, his eyes never leaving Sam's as the swarm of black danced evilly in front of a terrified Sam. "Give me what I want..."
Sam held steady, his swirl of white lights moving around him, keeping the evil being from approaching him.
"What is it that a dead spirit has, that you want...?" Sam pushed; holding his ground and wishing Dean could eaves-drop in on the conversation.
"You're not dead Sam..." The demon whispered, as he hovered directly over to Sam, the hand he snaked out abruptly catching Sam straight in the throat and throwing him against the bed side table.
Sam simply drifted straight through it connecting with the wall behind. Sam glanced around confused.
Something wasn't right.
How comes he was phasing through certain objects, but still connecting with others..?
Spirits phased through everything, that was why they were called friggin spirits.
Sam also realised something, pain and blood.
The young hunter looked down at his palm which had sliced straight through the bed side table. A long cut escaped down his palm and red blood flowed through the cut.
Sam stared at it in stunned silence.
The demon knelt down beside him and grinned, pinning Sam by his shoulders against the wall.
"You only die when I get what I want..." The demon hissed, "And I haven't got what I want yet..."
"And what is it that you want...?" Sam demanded, as he shoved the phantom hands off him, and watched as the swarm of black wisp staggered back.
"I want you Sam..." The demon whispered, as Sam swallowed. The eyes. They were yellow.
This was the demon not in its human form. Just as it was; as a demon.
"You'll die when I tell you die..." The demon snarled at Sam, "You'll die watching me kill your brother and father..."
"You keep away from them..." Sam shouted, as he staggered to his feet, "I swear to god if you touch...-"
"Oh really, and what are you and God going to do, eh Sam...?" The demon said, as he watched as Sam ran over to him, his intent to grab him and pin him to the floor.
The demon chuckled to himself, this was going to be fun...
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Dean Winchester stared at the nurse that had fallen at his feet.
That was random, too random.
"Sam...?" Dean whispered, looking over at his brother's dead body, his eyes still tear filled, partly blinding his sight. "Sammy what are you up to...?"
Dean watched as the lights in the room suddenly shot out, and violently came back on.
It took a lot to put the fear of God into Dean, but right now the elder hunter was becoming a believer.
He'd just lost Sam; his baby brother had just died.
And now somehow, there seemed to be some sort of supernatural presence in the room.
This was all Dean needed, some kind of pissed off spirit on the war…-
…..Oh my God, Sam...Dean suddenly whispered, as the nurses and doctors in the room tried vigorously to regain the lights in the room. Dean however stared rigidly at Sam's body.
The elder hunter jumped to his feet, when he saw the bed side table shift backwards and bang loudly into the wall.
A frightened nurse's scream, pierced Dean's consciousness as he hurried over to the bedside table. In the flickering of the lights, with the sound of the other life support machines flickering with vital signs, and then switching themselves off, Dean was beginning to think he'd gone mad himself.
Staring down onto the floor, the lights repeatedly illuminating and then vanishing he stared at the ground. There was blood on the floor, fresh, red liquid blood.
Dean flew to Sam's body, his hazel green eyes scanning frantically over his younger brother's corpse.
Dean ignored his face, he ignored the sickeningly pale colour that Sam's skin was, he ignored Sam's coldness, and he ignored the dark blue of his brother's lips.
Dean ignored all of it.
Dean Winchester gasped, more in stunned shock than in anything else. Looking down at Sam's leg the sky blue bed sheet was soaked in blood.
Sam's blood.
The lights flickered on and off continuously, the heart and pulse monitor wailed on and off, shooting and bumping into one another.
"What the hell is going on...!" Dr Kessin shouted over the noise as the room was once again plunged into darkness.
Dean never responded.
He was on top of Sam's bed, leaning over his younger brother.
"Talk to me Sam, send me something, anything…" Dean begged as his eyes darted around the room trying in vain, to ignore the looks from the hysterical medical team that remained in the room.
Dean Winchester was barely coping.
He was shaking like a leaf, as he hovered over his brother, the worry that plunged inside of him feeling like a sick twisted joke. Dean knew something bizarre was happening and yet the elder hunter had no idea if it was good or evil.
Dean's hand shakily picked up Sam's hand in his, the older brother stared at the blood that streamed from his brother's hand. Dean tightly held onto it.
"Hang on in there Sam…" Dean whispered, placing his face against Sam's "Hang on in there…"
Dean looked around the room; he couldn't help but notice that Dr. David Kessin hadn't removed his eyes from Dean. The good doctor had seen Sam's bleeding palm.
The doctor's eyes locked with Dean's, the light in the room randomly snapping on and off.
"He's bleeding…" Dr Kessin said in a breathless tone, "How is that possible..?"
Dean swallowed as he averted his eyes back to Sam's still face.
Truth was, Dean had no idea how it was possible…..
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John Winchester grabbed the door handle to Sam Winchester's room, and leaned back on it frantically in a desperate attempt to open it. John found himself gasping through lack of breath at the force, he'd used to try and open the door, and yet the door refused to budge.
Instead the father was left outside staring into the room, relying on the lights that flickered every so often to offer the desperate man some assistance.
John was a hunter and a father, and sometimes the two positions in his life often got blurred and the wrong one became the priority; but right now both of them were screaming warning bells in the man's head.
Something supernatural was happening in Sam's room, and perhaps more importantly, his sons were both on the other side of the door, trapped.
John grabbed the chair he'd earlier been sitting on, and ignoring the alarmed looks the other nurses gave him, swung the chair towards the window.
John looked stunned, when the only effect the chair had on the situation was to cause a painful vibration up the older man's arm. John slammed the chair continuously into the glass window, and each time he was greeted with same reaction. Nothing.
John banged furiously on the window, the chair falling aimlessly to the floor. He cursed under his breath that he had not bought his gun with him, on to how he would explain it to the hospital staff he'd have liked to have known, but the older man was still allowed to chastise himself.
His palms placed flat against the window the older hunter could only watch Dean still hovering over Sam's body completely oblivious to what was taking place.
John squeezed his eyes shut. The older hunter was anything was a coward, but he couldn't watch another child. He couldn't watch Dean die also.
Parents were supposed to die before their kids; it was just the way it was meant to be.
It rarely happened of course, John was well aware of that, but still that was how it was meant to be in a perfect fairy style world.
Yet here was life doing the complete opposite. The father had watched his Sammy lose his fight for life, and now he was going to have to watch whatever was trapped inside that room with a grief-stricken Dean, kill his last remaining son.
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Sam Winchester charged at the demon, he had no idea what he would achieve by doing this, but he had to try something. He couldn't let this thing harm Dean, not while he was still around- although exactly how Sam was still around baffled the younger hunter.
With seething anger, Sam ploughed into the wispy form, and found himself tumbling straight through, crashing landing into the wall. The demon was on him in seconds, his slithers of black wrapping themselves tightly around Sam's neck.
"I'm gonna kill him…" The demon growled, causing the hair on Sam's neck to stand up on end. "I'm going to kill him so slowly, and it'll all be your fault…"
Sam struggled against the wispy from, unsure to how he was going to get out of the situation, considering he couldn't hold onto any part of the phasing demon.
The demon's hold around his neck became tighter and tighter. Sam could feel the air in his lungs being squeezed out, the blood being pushed to his brain. Sam's head was threatening to explode.
"Dean's the key…" The demon whispered in Sam's ear, "Dean's the key to you…"
Sam couldn't understand what was happening.
How many times in an hour could one person die…?
Sam could hear chanting, words being spoken in a tongue he couldn't understand. The blood from his air-strangled body filled his ears, and everything faded to black.
Sam had no idea what was going to happen next.
But he knew it wasn't anything good…..
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Dean Winchester jumped when the lights on the room nosily snapped on; the machines that had been dancing a psychotic dance around the terrified nursing staff came to a halt in there desired resting places.
Dean slowly surveyed the mess in the room. It was pretty clear that something had taken place. Just what the elder Winchester didn't know.
There was a gasp, a struggle for air and a wheezing cough that caused Dean to freeze.
Shaking violently, to the point where his body seem to lose control, Dean felt hysteria take hold of him. The tears streamed down his face, the screams of happiness and sobs of thanks that escaped the elder brother's mouth were like lyrics of his favourite song.
Dean Winchester was a brother again.
Sam was awake.
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