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Carnival of Death

Chapter thirteen

Dean swung the salt gun up and fired at the demon. It growled at him in rage and started toward him but when he fired a second blast it screamed in agony and ran off into the darkness.

"Sammy!" Dean cried out as he ran to his brother. He could see the pain and fear in Sam's eyes as he tried to speak but the only sound Dean could hear was his brother's blood gurgling in his throat.

"You're going to be fine Sammy; you're going to be okay." Dean kept reassuring his brother as he cut him down as tears ran down his face; he knew his brother injuries were severe. "Sammy you hang in there…. Do you hear me? ….You got to hang in there. I'm getting you out of here…." Dean kept saying as he gently lowered Sam to the floor. He then frantically tried to staunch the flow of blood but it was hopeless, the cut was too deep and the blood only bubbled through his fingers.

Sam grabbed Dean's arm and looked up at him. A million thoughts passed between the two brothers in that brief moment. But then Sam began gasping for air as he choked on his blood and began to panic when he couldn't breathe. Dean pulled him into his arms desperately trying to comfort him.

"Sammy please, you got to stay with me. Don't you leave me Sammy…you got to hang tough. … I'm going to get you out of here, and everything's going to be okay…but you got to hang in there Sammy." Dean shoved the holy water into his pocket then began dragging Sam toward the broken mirror; his only thought was to get Sam to medical attention as soon as possible. But then a cold pain of fear shot through his heart when he felt Sam's body go limp.

"Sam? Sammy?" Tears streamed down Dean's face as he laid Sam on his back and began giving him CPR. "Come on Sammy breathe! Breathe!" Even as Dean breathed air into Sam's mouth he knew it was hopeless, the air couldn't get past Sam's slit throat and to his lungs. "Oh God Sammy no! Don't do this to me Sammy! Please don't do this to me!" Dean sobbed as he pulled his brother's lifeless body into a tight hug. Dean finally released Sam and put his mouth next to his brother's ear as tears flowed down his face. "I'm taking you home Sammy, we're going home buddy. I'm getting you out of here."

Heart broken, Dean continued dragging Sam toward the mirror frame but as he neared it the demon appeared in front of it licking its lips as it looked at Sam's body.

"Get the fuck out of my way you bastard! You took my brother's life; you're not taking his body!" Dean pulled out the holy water and once more began chanting a prayer in Latin as he squirted the water at the demon.

The demon growled and hissed at Dean determined to claim Sam's body but when the holy water hit it it screamed in agony. Dean continued toward the mirror keeping his eye on the demon and squirting it with the water every time it got too close to his brother. Finally he managed to pull Sam through the mirror and was met by Kyle and his men who looked on in disbelief.

"My God you were right….He was in the mirror." Kyle's eyes were wide with shock as he looked at Dean and Sam.

Some of the men started walking toward the mirror.

"Don't go near it!" Dean shouted as the black mist once more covered the mirror frame. He sat on the floor cradling Sam's body whose blood now saturated Dean's clothes. Tears ran down his face, he knew his brother was dead.

"What the hell happened in there?" The security guard asked.

"You got to burn this place to the ground!" Dean said ignoring the question. "You got to do it now!" Dean knew the demon was still alive, he hadn't destroyed it.

"What? What are you nuts?" One of the men said turning toward Dean.

"That thing is still in there, it's not dead!"

"What thing? What are you talking about?" The security guard walked toward the mirror then jumped back when a long bony arm reached out of the mist and tried to grab him. "What the hell was that !"

"That's the reason we got to get out of here and burn this place down!"

Dean grabbed Sam under his arms and began pulling him out of the house. Kyle reached down and picked up Sam's legs and helped Dean get his brother outside. Dean gently laid Sam under a tree then ran back to the house and circled the entire perimeter of it with holy water preventing the demon from leaving. He then went back to his brother and knelt next to him pulling him back into his arms and holding him tight against his chest still trying to protect him even though he was gone.

"Burn it down!" He yelled over to Kyle who nodded to his men who then started the dry wood of the house on fire.

As it burned an ungodly howl of rage could be heard coming from inside the house. It quickly burned and eventually crumbled in on itself.

Dean looked at the smoldering ruins as he held Sam in his arms.

"We did it Sammy, we got rid of it. It won't hurt anyone ever again." Dean's voice choked with emotion as he looked down into Sam's pale face and gently pushed his long dark hair out of his eyes, eyes which now looked back up at him seeing nothing as they glazed over in death.

Kyle walked over to them.

"I'm sorry about your brother." He could tell there was nothing that could be done for him. "I'll help you take him over to the medical tent." Kyle reached down toward Sam.

"No!…. No, I just need to be alone with him for awhile."

"Okay….okay I understand." Kyle put his hand on Dean's shoulder and gave it a gentle squeeze then walked over to his men as they looked at the ruins of the house.

Dean sat on the ground holding Sam tight against him. He buried his hand in Sam's long hair and pressed his cheek against the top of his brother's head and sobbed.

"Oh God Sammy I can't do this without you?"

TBC