Hey guys!

i'm sorry for not updating this story in a little while, the past couple of weeks have been really busy and hectic for me. this chapter is a little darker than the first two, but i don't think any of you will mind too much.

the next chapter will come in the next 1-2 weeks, but don't hold me to that, especially as i'm going back to school tomorrow.

hope yoy enjoy, lily x

"Dean, we have to go!"

Dean sighed in exasperation, looking to Bobby for help, who just shrugged.

"Sam, you're being stupid. It was probably just a dream."

It was Sam's turn to sigh, shaking his head.

"I know what I saw was real. And I know we have to save these people! I can't believe you're basically going to let them die."

"Stop being overdramatic Sammy."

Sam gave Dean his puppy dog eyes, pouting.

"Please Dean. I need to do this."

Dean paused for a second, considering. Their actual destination was down in Florida, not a nowhere town in Washington. But was there really any rush nowadays? The world was fucked and it wasn't going to be getting any better.

Rolling his eyes, Dean gave into his brothers incessant pleading. "What the hell." He grumbled.

Bobby chuckled in the background as Sam grinned lopsidedly at his victory, thanking Dean profusely.

Bobby chucked his duffel bag into the back of his truck, patting the side of his trusted vehicle and turning around to talk to Dean, Sam sitting in the impala.

"I'll meet you boys back in Sioux Falls once you're done with this business."

Dean looked back in the impalas direction, nodding at Bobbys' words.

"He'll be alright son."

Dean shook his head.

"No. No he won't. Not if he doesn't stop with this... shit."

"He's a clever boy Dean. Im sure this won't go on for long, not if we're around to stop him."

Dean nodded, taking in Bobbys words.

"Yeah I know. I'm just worried about him. After what azazel said to him, I just wish he realised what he's doing to himself."

The two men stood in silence, both of them lost in thought.

Dean was brought back to reality when his brother knocked impatiently on the window of the impala, frowning at Dean.

Bobby smiled at Sam, curtly waving goodbye.

"See you later Bobby."

Bobby slid into his truck, its old and rusty frame groaning under the pressure.

"Alright Dean. You boys stay safe."

Dean smirked. "as always."

"Good luck."

The drive was long and rough, Dean wise enough to know to take back roads. The scenery was unsurprisingly beautiful, getting more breathtaking the further north they travelled. The brothers sat in silence, unsure of how to approach each other without immediately breaking into argument.

Dean had something to say though, and he was just waiting and trying to pick an opportune moment. Sam's head was rested against the impala, worry plastered over his face. His little brother had always been an open book.

"Sam."

"Hm?"

"I need you to promise me something."

Sam frowned.

"What?"

"Please... please don't keep using these powers. It's playing with fire."

Sam took a deep breath, shifting in his seat.

"Yeah. Yeah of course Dean. I never wanted to start using them again."

With no hesitation, dean fired back. "But you did."

Sam stayed silent.

"What else do you want me to say Dean?"

"That you'll stop with all of this after we sort this situation out."

"I already said that I would."

"Well then, we don't have a problem, do we?"

Sam grimaced, annoyed by deans patronising voice. Unconsciously, his fist began to clench and unclench, trying to avoid any unnecessary interaction with his older brother.

Bitter and angry, sam chided in a final dig, and as soon as he said it he knew he he'd gone too far.

"At least I can actually save people." Sam snarkily remarked.

Dean scoffed, shaking his head.

"You know that wasn't my fault."

It was low and childish and completely unnecessary, and Sam grimaced after he said it, immediately regretful.

"Dean, I'm sorry-"

"Save it."

Dean slammed a led zep cassette into the radio, and turning up the volume to almost max, he accelerated, the impala rumbling powerfully.

The town of Sioux Falls was desolate and ruined, each road littered with rubbish and covered in blood and guts. It was a horror filled nightmare, and bobby observed the macabre scene with melancholy.

His neighbours were long gone, starved to death or bitten by crotes. He took the turn down deeper into the wilderness, the entrance to his beloved junkyard overgrown with weeds and shrubbery. Stopping the car, he got out warily.

The lights were on in his house.

What the hell?

Creeping forward and staying in the shadows he approached the familiar house that seemed so alien and remote now.

His living room had been trashed, the furniture upturned and the walls splattered with blood.

Stepping backwards, away from the rancid condition of his house, he stumbled over an empty bottle and fell against a car.

"Shit." Bobby cursed under his breath.

Almost immediately he heard the echo of someone shouting angrily, and he ducked down into the shadows, his heart beating insanely fast.

He ducked away behind the car when two faces appeared at the window, their guns held ready in front of them.

"Who the fuck is out there?!" One of them shouted in a deep southern drawl, cocking his gun aggressively.

Bobby winced, weighing up his options. If he ran now they'd probably just gun him down straight away. if he revealed himself in surrender they'd probably do the same.

Bobby slowly poked his head out from behind the car, his insides churning and his heart thumping in his chest.

Revealing himself to the two hostile men, he put his hands above his head as a peace offering.

Their faces turned sour and angry, their shouts loud as they told Bobby exactly what they thought of him.

Realising the futility of his attempt at surrender as he heard the two men cocking their guns, Bobby turned on his heels and began to run, flinching away from the sound of gunfire.

Sam and Dean had gotten to an abandoned motel just as the sun was setting, the mood sour, both of them tense and uncomfortable in each other's presence.

Sam had tried apologising to Dean when they'd gotten there, but dean had responded in complete stoïc silence, throwing sam an icy glare. Sam knew this warning all too well, Dean was warning him as clearly as possible to not poke the bear.

The evening dragged on, sam taking respite in the warmth of the shower, both of them surprised the plumbing was still working and intact. The respite also came from the lack of his brothers intimidating presence, the time he'd spent in the motel room unbearable.

His comfort was soon disturbed though as Dean angrily knocked at the door and shouted ant Sam, reminding him that he was 'selfish and had to leave some hot water for Dean.'

The tension had become paramount as they lounged on their assigned beds, and finally unable to bear it for any longer Sam had left the room to get some fresh air.

Embracing the blast of chilly air like a warm hug, Sam closed his eyes, inhaling as deeply as his lungs could allow.

He wondered where Bobby was and how he was getting on, and in a brief moment of morbidity Sam wondered if Bobby was still even alive.

Sam walked over to the gleaming, impeccably kept impala and leant against it, staring up at the blank canvas of the night sky.

Recalling the words shared earlier on, sam flinched at his own stupidity. Dean was right, he knew it wasn't his brothers fault, and yet it had seemed impossible to stop the cruel words from escaping his mouth.

A crash from behind the ice machine shocked Sam, his instinct to reach into his waistband and pull out his pistol. The silence that ensued was comforting, but not comforting enough. Sam walked forward cautiously, clicking the safety off on his gun.

He hesitated as he got closer, a rustling in the darkness of the shadow of the motel ringing alarm bells.

"Who's there?" Sam whispered, readjusting his grip on his gun.

A growl sent paralysing fear coursing through Sam.

He had hardly any time to react before a malformed mass of limbs flung itself at him, Sam flinging his gun hand outwards, sending the creature to the ground with it squealing like an injured dog.

It leapt up almost immediately, scuttling towards him on all fours, its back left leg bent awkwardly inwards.

Disturbed by the nightmare fuel, Sam was paralysed mid combat and had no time to react as the thing knocked him to the ground, his head colliding with the gravel and the world became background noise as the pain overtook his senses.

The snarl of the crote brought him back to reality and sam sluggishly punched the creature, the punch weak and insubstantial, but enough to relieve the pressure on his chest slightly.

He punched again, this time the punch hard and heavy, the crote falling back with a hiss, giving sam enough time to stumble to his feet, the world spinning around him. The crote got to its legs and ran towards Sam, who in turn grabbed the monster and threw it at the ice machine, it's head bouncing off of the metal with a sickening thud.

The creature lay motionless on the ground, blood pooling behind its head from the cut wound on its forehead, the blood spurting out in pulses.

Sam stared at the constant rhythm of this, the pulses slowing down as the life drained from the crotes body.

Oh god. Why did he have this magnetic pull towards the growing puddle of blood? The pull was strong as all hell, his vision going blurry as the desire deepened to a raw primal urge and all he could think about was blood.

And before he knew it he was on top of the creature, his shaking finger slowly dipping into the puddle of blood, the thick liquid warm on his skin.

He brought it to his lips, and licked it all off, gasping at the euphoria this new sensation brought along with it.

And he couldn't stop himself as he reached down to the pool of blood, this time cupping his hands like a bowl as he scooped as much of the liquid into his hands as possible.

Lapping it up like a cat does to milk, he slipped further into the feeling of total control and calm, the pain flooding from his body and power tingling at his fingertips, buzzing to be released.

And he needed more, so Sam didn't waste any time trying to scoop it up in his hands, he just licked it off of the ground, moaning with pleasure as the feeling intensified to its limit.

Sam fell on his back, panting from the exertion. His eyes were completely glazed and blood coated his face; he'd practically bled the crote dry. His vision began to dim suddenly, the world turning black and nausea rolled over him, sam swallowing profusely to try and keep the vomit back.

He knew he'd gone too far, he knew he should've stopped as soon he'd started, but the desire to roll back over and lick the remaining blood off from the pavement was still as strong as before.

But something was wrong. Feeling and sensation had left his body, and his vision was almost completely gone. Something was definitely wrong. He tried to open his mouth to scream for help, but his body disobeyed and he lay silently in numb agony, unsure of whether he was dead or alive.

And finally the blackness became all envoloping, and Sam slipped under.

thanks for reading and i hope you enjoyed this chapter!

(reviews are appreciated x)

lily