AN: Goooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooood evening my Imperial Storm Army! I know, I know...*headtodesk* I needed another me day. I had a wicked headache, it was my youngest brother's 18th birthday, my parents still won't let the insurance thing die so that's where the headache came from, and just real life in general. But I'm back with the new chapter! Alright. So this month will be a little crazy for me, so updates are going to be spotty at best. Not only that, Inkett (an authoring website) is a having a contest, and the top three winners get not only their book published, they get their cover designed, and a marketing team to help with sales and such. So I really want to enter this contest, but the deadline is October 2nd, so I'm going to try and beat the deadline and enter this. So yeah. That and September in general is usually a busy month for me anyways. Also, I still need to get my second surgery done as well, so yeah...I will do my best to get stories out to y'all this month. I know my regular darlings will be patient with me, so newcomers, follow their example! XD I'm going to be writing a lot this month...my little fingers are going to fall off. Well not little fingers..I have long bony piano fingers XD I have long toes too. Which makes me laugh, because I'm only 5'4 in real life. I was actually suppose to be a little taller at 5'6-5'7 but after having surgery on my chest, my lower spine curved in giving me kyphosis aka hunchback. When my spine curved in, I stopped growing height wise. Yeah. Enough of my rambling! Let's get going! When we left of, Sammy's slowly dying.
spnfanforlife-Oh boy XD Cas would just look at the skillet and question it...poor clueless angel. Dean could do some serious damage (I once had a character that had a skillet as a weapon and had killed people with it. She even had a line saying "If want to make some good scrambled brains, you have to crack a few skulls."). Sammy! Hold on! Daddy's coming! Onwards and forwards my darling!
lenail125-Don't worry! They'll make it!
Aziza Maye-I was thinking the same thing. It might actually do better as a book :) Thank you for the input though! Aw! *hugs* Yes, Mama Dean has finally shown up! Yay!
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Broken Curses & Broken Hearts
With Dean and Cas
"Dean, enough. We must return to Sam and Bobby." Castiel said calmly to a still angry.
"No. He still hasn't told us how to remove the curse on Sammy." Dean snarled.
"N never t tell...H he's m mine..." Mason whispered, not having the strength to talk loudly.
Dean was about to throw something back, but his phone rang. He looked at the caller id and paled. It was Bobby. He answered it, but was afraid of what he had to say. Sammy was dying he could feel it, but that didn't mean he wanted to hear it. But he had to answer the phone, he had to know that his baby was still hanging on. He needed to know that his Sammy was still here.
"Bobby, how is he?" Dean asked.
"It don't look good Dean. He's fadin'."
Dean closed his eyes and held back tears that threatened to fall. "Can he...talk? I want to talk to him."
"Sorry boy. I can't wake him up. He's-"
"No he's not! He's not going to, not ever! He needs my permission and I didn't give it to him!" Dean said shaking with anger.
"Dean son-"
"Just. Keep him here Bobby. He can't leave me yet." Dean said still shaking, this with fear and sadness.
"I'll do my best. Good luck."
Dean hung up and looked at the dying Mason. He was still shaking with so much anger, he picked up his knife and stabbed the warlock. Dean watched with satisfaction as the light left the warlocks eyes. He took the knife out of his chest and grabbed the black crystal, and crushed it. Dean turned to Castiel and was ready to go home. Castiel got the message and took him home. He would come back and deal with the corpse.
With Sam and Bobby
After Bobby hung up with Sam, he looked at the boy with such sadness, seen in fathers who lost their children. He reclaimed a large cold hand in his and sighed. His boy was dying, and there was nothing he could do.
Suddenly Sam whimpered in pain, the whimper turned into a hoarse scream. The shards in Sam's neck glew and then popped out. Bobby snapped out of his trance after a moment and disposed of the shards in well sigiled curse box he kept nearby for when he and Sam solved the mystery. He wheels to his desk and placed the box there. He'd have Dean take it to the basement later. He wheeled back to Sam and looked at the still ill boy. He was still ashen and his breathing was still poor. He shook his head and had hoped that when the shards came out, he would've gotten better. But if anything, he looked worse. Like death.
"Don't leave us boy. Don't you dare." Bobby said shakingly, his eyes brimming with tears.
Dean and Cas appear after a bit, and Dean rushes to his baby. Bobby explained what happened, and Dean explained his side. Dean was happy the curse has been broken, but not happy that Sam was still dying.
"God, Sammy. I'm so sorry baby boy. So sorry." Dean said tearfully. "Please keep fighting. Don't leave me."
Bobby moved away and let Dean take care of his kid. Castiel too gave the brothers space, but stayed to keep Bobby company. Dean stayed by Sam's side all throughout the night, begging Sam to stay with him, apologizing to him, doing his best to keep him warm since he was still cold.
"I was wrong Sammy. So wrong. We're better together, we've always been. It's you and me against world right?" Dean asked with a sad smile.
Sam didn't respond and Dean was slowly starting to think that maybe, Sam really wouldn't make it. That this would be the one time Sam wouldn't make it. But he just can't let his baby go. He couldn't and wouldn't. Sam was going to make it. He had too. There was no him if there was no Sam.
Dean was going to make sure that was going to make it. He didn't give one damn about Heaven or Hell. He just wanted his baby back.
Yup. I cried. Straight up. Why do the plot bunnies make me write this stuff...
Until Next Time! *trying to mentally prepare for all this writing*
