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-Part 6- Hell's Grasp-

"Do Something!" Sam looked from his trembling and somewhat comatose appearing brother to his father who was sitting at the foot of the bed nearly frozen in fear. The young man's eyes pleading, "He's Your son!" He cupped Dean's face back into his palm forcing himself to look at him, study every inch of him as if his brother was going to be able to see what he was doing.

"Dean, come on, she's not mom, and you know it….. Come back to me buddy."

"Your brothers right…" John's voice shook as he moved up further on to the bed, "I told you before son, your mother came to me, and she is watching over you, you know her better than that Dean, she would never ask you to give up, not on yourself and sure as hell not on your family, your little brother and I…. He needs you Dean…. Now you get back here right now and that's an order."


Covered in a dense fog, everything surrounding him having a very realistic feel to it, Dean ran faster and faster toward his mother's voice, she was calling for him from…. Somewhere… And he was going to find her, she told him she was going to protect him now, he was going to have her back, they were going to be together…

And then there it was like voice far from beyond wherever he was… calling to him as he turned down another smoke filled dead end that looked just like the last 15 he had already traveled.

"Dean Don't you dare leave me… She's not our mother, and you know that…. You can't just let go like this… Get the hell back here…." His brother's voice was frightened…. Trembling with tears as he spoke in a pleading tone….

"I'm sorry Sammy…." He repeated again his feet haulting as he came to a cross road, right, left or forward… Everything the witch had done to him, every pain he had suffered was growing duller and duller with every step he took further from the sound of his father and brother calling to him…

He was even beginning to forget about the whole situation, a feeling of peace and serenity enveloping him as he stood there before the three way entrance into wherever he was supposed to go… His flesh tingling, soul light, this was how life was supposed to be…..

"Mom?" He called out into the silence waiting for her to answer, to tell him where to go as he studied the walls around himself taking a closer look, Each wall told a story…. Pictures, like the Indians used to use….

Dean studied them carefully smirking at first as he saw a young boy, well… what he thought was to be a boy… it was kind of hard to tell it being a stick figure and all…. He seemed happy… Strong,…. Dean could just tell he was… and then suddenly… The smirk fell from Dean's lips and he swallowed hard, the pictures telling his story just as it had unfolded...

Hanging…. Lights…. Eyes burning…. Sammy Dying…. Death…. Cold…blind, cold, cold... Sammy, gone……"SAMMMMMMMMM!" He could feel his heart racing in his chest as he turned to run back, back wherever he came from… only to find it impossible…. His knees felt weak as he allowed himself alone and lost in his own mind with no idea where he was… painful memories flooding back to him like a hurricane…. To collapse here in the center of nothingness, with the three roads in front of him, and no way to go back,…..

"Sammy….. God… SAMMMMMM... DADDDD"

Sam's heart panged, as he watched his brother's head jerk a little in his grasp his mouth opening as panting breaths escaped him a low rumble of a whisper coming from his lips and Sam had to lean in close to make out the words….. "Sammy…. I'm sorry…. I'm so sorry,….. Help me please Sammy Please….."

"I'm here Dean…" He whispered as he took his brothers lax hand and placed it to his face, moving his fingers around for him, and wondering if he could even feel anything, or if his body was simply as numb as his mind at this point…. "Try Dean… Try…. You have to fight it….."

John was now pacing the room cell phone pasted to his ear as he watched his sons' cracking, breaking right there before his eyes. He was on the phone with Omaha Charles again, begging, pleading for more to go off of, even though in his heart he knew if there was he would have known about it already….

"I'm Losing my son here Chuck, you have to give me answers!" He growled and only a moment later closed his phone and set it down on the coffee table with a long sigh as if it was the hardest motion he had ever made. He then returned to the bedside placing his hand on his son's knee and rubbing it lightly… "What's he saying?"

"I think he's trapped…." Sam swallowed feeling defeated, "We- we're really losing him Dad, I can feel it…."

"He's strong…. He's going to find his way out of there…." John knew it was lame, but he also knew even lame words of comfort worked better than no words at all at this point…..


Catching the faint sound of his father's voice Dean rose back to his feet, head spinning against the images, fighting to focus on his father's voice…. Where it was coming from…. As the room spun around and around the words sounding like a bad AM radio station loud and distorted filled with static….

"Keep talking dad…." He whispered to himself, "Just keep talking…."

"No one is this strong dad… look at him….."

"SAM! I hear you Sammy!" Dean screamed as he looked down at his hand, feeling something against it, something in his palm, something smooth yet covered in stubble….

Move your hand…… Move your hand…. He thought to himself, but now that he was concentrating on it, now that there was something in it, the feat seemed impossible….

His index finger, then his middle finger, then his ring finger, each one seeming to weight a ton and a half as he moved them slowly, his body heavy… so heavy as he struggled to move in closer and closer to the voices of his loved ones….

"Dean…. Don't leave me! Come back to your mother DEAN!"

"Sam's Right…." He growled through gritted teeth, his head snapping around, "You're not my mother! And I told you before you can't fucking have me! Now LET ME GO!"

"but-" She appeared before him again there, her breath burning against his flesh as she reached out stroking his face... her sweet innocent motherly eyes slowly shifting…. Changing, into those monstrous evil orbs…. Her soft silky flesh wrinkling….. "I've already got you…"

Sam felt his brother's hand move slightly against his flesh and managed a very small smile, as he cupped his hand harder to his face and nodded, "I'm here Dean I'm here….. Come on now…. You're a fighter…. You can do this…. I'm here…."

John gripped his son's free hand holding it to his lips and closing his eyes, "45 more hours son…. I know it's hard…. I know it's hard but you've got to hang in there, you've got to come back…"

Watching his brother's facial expression darken Sam nearly cried out in fear as Dean's head and body began to thrash his mumbles getting louder but still in audible….

"Dean no…" He whispered under his breath shaking his head as he felt his brothers fingers rip at his cheek his father's grip immediately tightening on his son's hand.

"NO DEAN!" Sam repeated again this time as he climbed on to the bed and on top of his brother straddling him like one would a horse one leg on each side of him sitting on his torso to force his body to stop thrashing as a small trail of blood found it's way down his cheek from the scratch his brother had put there.

His nostril's flared as he gripped him by the shoulder's anger and determination swallowing him whole in a matter of a few seconds. He was not going to lose his brother not like this…


Dean tried and tried to get away , but no matter how bad he wanted to no matter how much he fought to free himself he was stuck there, paralyzed by something…. Fear maybe... staring into her eyes…. Staring at her as she looked into him, down deep, deeper than the soles of his feet, and ripped him apart from the inside….

The pain so unbearable his face contorted, as his limbs flailed, but still, he could not get away, no matter how much pain he cried out in, he was stuck there, and she was not going to let him go….

Weak and afraid Dean let the tears fly from his eyes, reverting himself back to a child…. His mother, his real mother holding tight to him as he panicked about the monster living under his bed….

She held tighter and tighter, until the young boys sobs eased and he was calm wrapped there in her arms safe from all the world…. Believing nothing could ever harm him…. Or his baby brother, who even at that age, there asleep in his crib Dean knew he would have to protect. Sam….. His brother, the most important thing in his life…. Sam….

"Fight it…" He whispered to himself as his brothers voice broke through again booming loud against the walls like a megaphone at a football game…

"GIVE HIM BACK TO ME YOU DAMN HAG, LET GO OF MY BROTHER!" He screamed so loud that his cheeks were flushed huddled over brother, there on top of his body like he was more a rug than a human being screaming into his face, his arms shaking to keep hold of the squirming man, the boys' father teary eyed simply watched..

Wanting his youngest son to get it out, feel some sort of power,…. Drain his frustrations… because John knew, one way or another before this was over, they were going to build again. "DEAN YOU GET YOUR SORRY AS BACK HERE RIGHT NOW… DO YOU HEAR ME YOU LOSER ASS SONOFABITCH!"


"I-I HEAR YOU SAMMY!" Dean's voice was just as loud, figuring maybe if he could hear his brother, his brother might be able to hear him, maybe he wasn't really as trapped as he appeared to be and there was a crack somewhere, a break that he could be heard through.

"he can't hear you…." She snarled….

Dean's eyes burned like a thousand fires as he grunted loudly against her forces bringing his hand up and prying her fingers from his face shoving her backwards... sending her to the ground before looking down at her, "You know, you are really starting to get on my last damn nerve,… " He stood on her with one foot to hold her down his dark brown eyes staring at her proving that he was now the dominate one..

"First…. You capture me…. Okay I can deal with that,…. Then you take my eyes…. That's alright too…. But then you did something that no one does….." He pushed down on her chest a little harder wondering where this strength was coming from, how this power was suddenly his, but of course not looking a gift horse in the mouth….

"You made me believe that my baby brother was dead… that you killed him, and that it was my fault…….And now… Now you want to take me away from them! I don't think so bitch… I'm going to get out of this twisted dream of yours, and together we are going to kill you,… We are going to bound you, gag you and cut off your head like a Christmas turkey…."

The witches face was confused, nearly frightened as he looked down at her with so much will, so much strength and power like she was no more than an ant… this was not supposed to be happening, she was supposed to be the one torturing him not the other way around….

He slowly let his foot off and turned running back toward the light…. Back toward his brother, his father and his life….

"Dad….Dad…." Sam's voice was laced with excitement as he released his hold on his brothers shoulder's ever so slightly. Dean's emotions and body calming his head stirring he groaned softly….

"Sammy?" He whispered hardly audible feeling his surroundings familiarize once more, yet strangely feeling like there was a six ton weight on his chest….

"I'm here Dean…. I'm here,…."

"Why the hell are you sitting on me?" He made a weak attempt to push him off and Sam smiled with a chuckle….

"Well you didn't think I was going to let you go without a fight now did you?"

"Where exactly was I going?"

"Let's never find out shall we?" His father smiled wiping the remainder of tears from his eyes.

"Dad?"

"I'm here son….."

"Can you tell Sammy to get off me now…?"

John smiled for the first time since this whole ordeal had begun shaking his head, he knew that there was still much more fighting to be done, but at least for now… for this moment his son was safe, his son was back where he belonged….

Sam climbed off his brother before helping him to a sitting position keeping the blanket around his slowly heating flesh, watching miraculously as the color returned to his cheeks…. "What the hell happened in that head of yours?"

Dean shook his head a little before shrugging, "I-I don't know…. I don't remember much…. Just that….I was running…. And mom, well I thought it was mom, she was calling for me to come to her…. And….And then….. I heard you dad… and you Sam… and I had to come back to you, but I couldn't…."

He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly rubbing his temples, "And uh, then she was there…. And she had some hold on me, and then I felt strong…. Real strong, and I over powered her, it was like whatever spell she had over me was gone…."

"Can you see anything?"

Dean couldn't help but smile at the hope filled innocence in his brothers overly excited voice as he shook his head…. "Not so much as a mole on your ugly face dude…"

"That's okay, one thing at a time…. You're back with us for now…. "

"How long to go until we can kill this wench?"

"43 and a half hours…."

"You mean to tell me that whole nightmare land ordeal only knocked 4 and a half hours off my sentence?"

"I'm afraid so…."

"Fabulous…"

"Hey now, we can do this…. I mean you're feeling stronger now right?"

"A little yeah Sammy…But still I mean…."

"If it happens again... I'll just have to bring you back again…."

"I can't believe you sat on me!"

"Well what was I supposed to do? It's not like you're the clearest thinker when you panic either…"

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Oh nothing … mister… I shot Casper in the face…."

"She was trying to rip your heart from your chest!"

"She was a ghost…."

"Shut up." Dean swallowed a little pouting, "See how much effort I put into saving your ass next time dude." He rolled his neck a little bringing his hand to his chest and frowning feeling around for a minute….. "Wh-where's my necklace?" He asked referring to the Egyptian protection scarab pendant he always wore around his neck.

Sam and John both let their eyes wander the room momentarily before John leaned down reaching under the bed slightly and grasping the small silver pendant in his hand, before standing up again…. "It's here son…" He slid it around Dean's neck… It must have fallen off while you were thrashing earlier….

Dean nodded a little ashamed to admit he felt naked without it, such a small insignificant piece of metal…. But he didn't care, it was a part of who he was and right now… in his situation, he wanted things to remain just how he wanted them, the way they always were….

Except of course for this pesky blindness and all….

I know that in the show it has yet to be determined exactly what the pendant is that Dean wears around his neck but for the sake of the story I chose the scarab just to be a sucked for detail like I usually am.