CHAPTER 6

A/N- Hello again! I'm sorry it has taken this long to update, I was flooded with papers for school and then finals and move out and now my family is moving...again, but enough of that. Here it is! I hope you all enjoy it! I really enjoyed writing this chapter! It has really been too frigging long since I've written anything for the Supernatural fandom! I didn't realize how much I missed it.

I've gotten a couple private messages from people wondering how long I think this story will go on and if there will be a Sam/Dean thing when Dean snaps out of it. I honestly don't know how long the story will be and all I can say to the second question is, you'll have to wait and find out. ;-D Alright, ladies and Gents, enjoy!

Disclaimer- Mild Sexual content, Vulgar language, minor violence

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"Oh?" A wave of pleasure went through me and it felt like someone was stroking my cock from the inside. I gasped in response. "You did, did you?" His voice whispered along my skin. I nodded and saw Sam doing the same out of my peripherals. He dug his nails in just enough to make me moan. He laughed, a rich sound that tasted like a sweet candy on the tongue. I wanted to swallow that sound and shivered as it touched me in places hands could never go.

"Poor execution, lovers."

I was beginning to think he was right as I lowered my mouth to his with no conscious thought, feeling his fingers slide along my scalp. He tasted of blood for a moment and then his flavor exploded in my head. Sam moaned in the background as I fed at Aedyn's mouth, wanting every drop of his exquisite flavor. How could we kill him if we were fucking him?

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My fingers slid along his scalp, the silken soft curls twining and slipping around my hand. Our mouths fed at each other, his tongue chased away whatever might have remained of my sanity. He slowly moved up my body until I was pressed back against the floor, the weight of his body on mine was delicious. He broke the kiss, staring down at me. I gasped through my ragged breathing. I had been wrong. His eyes weren't blue. My heart jumped as I saw two separate colors. A thin ring of yellow green, like peridot surrounded his pupil, flowing seamlessly into a green like that of freshly bloomed spring grass. The iris was so large that the brilliance of color almost swallowed the white of his eye. The pale, flawless flesh of his face seemed to glow and it took me a minute to realize his skin wasn't glowing, it was illuminated by the glow of his eyes. His eyes glowed like someone had turned on a light behind that crystalline beauty. But no gem or crystal had ever held the weight of intelligence and sex that bored into me now. I reached my hand up, running my fingers under his left eye. His beauty was unreal, made more alien by the blazing glow of green. I wanted to touch the light I saw in his eyes, wanted to bathe in it. He offered me the most beautiful smile I think I'd ever seen. I leaned up to claim his lips. We were centimeters apart and then he was gone. I blinked in shock and sat bolt upright, trying to figure out where he'd gone.

Aedyn had Sam pinned to the floor, hands pushed into the floor above his head. Sam struggled against the smaller man to no avail. Sam held something in his hand, something long and metallic, catching the glow of the violet lights. He had tried to kill Aedyn. Why? Why did he want to kill something so beautiful? I shook my head violently as Don and his friend flashed into my head. I pulled my legs under me and pushed myself to my feet. It felt like my legs were made of jello as I moved slowly towards the two men. Aedyn's eyes flicked up to follow me as I walked around to see both of their faces. Sam shouted in frustration and I stared at him. He looked at me.

"What are you doing, Dean?" His tone was outraged and at the same time seemed to be saying help me. I looked back up at Aedyn who was staring at me patiently as if he could wait forever. He probably could.

"Do you plan on letting us go?" He cocked his head to the side slightly, dark curls falling like a curtain over his right eye.

"You came here to kill me. Why should I let you live let alone leave?" I just stared at him.

I should have been pissed. I should be trying to tear his heart out. But I wasn't. I crouched down on the balls of my feet to see his face better and felt nothing but calm as I waited. I didn't know what I was waiting for but I did it regardless.

"Why did you come here to kill me? I have done nothing to anybody."

"A friend of ours has been frequenting this club with some friends longer than you've owned it. One of them is now in the hospital after having been invited back here."

"And you assumed what? That I am the one who put him there?"

"Our friend told us that once you came onto the scene the club started to go crazy. People beg for things they would normally not enjoy." I looked down at the perfect, bloody imprint of his teeth on my thigh briefly before meeting his eyes again. "That the new owner was real hot stuff." I leaned forward a little bit. "You are the owner, aren't you?" He stared at me in silence for a moment then nodded just once. "Well then. It would seem our assumption was right."

"Look around you." I frowned at the flat calmness in his voice and wondered if I should in fact look around me or if I should keep eye contact.

I wondered if he would attack me at the first moment of distraction. I looked down at Sam pinned beneath him, still struggling. The muscles in Aedyn's arms were corded with the strain of holding Sam down but as I looked into the liquid green depths of his eyes you would never be able to tell he was doing much of anything. They were calm, bottomless pools that seemed to reflect whatever you wanted to see in them. It was movement in my peripheral view that got me to look away from him.

Just fifteen feet away from us stood two women. Tall, lithe bodies standing so close next to each other their bodies touched in a line from shoulder to thigh. The one on the right looked like she was ready to spring into action at a seconds notice. The one on the left just stared at me and I knew that she would kill me and not care, or I could walk out of here and she wouldn't give me a backwards glance. They were both naked and standing next to each other so similarly that I couldn't tell you how I knew this difference between the two of them. I just did. My eyes drifted around the room to see eight more people of varying heights, races and gender. They were all in varying states of undress, all staring attentively as if waiting for me to do something, daring me.

One man lay sprawled on his stomach on the floor about twenty feet away, chin resting on his folded arms. His eyes were rolled slightly upward so that he was looking directly at me. It wasn't the blank look in his eyes that made my heart jump. It was the slow, lazy almost teasing, anticipatory smile that curved his full mouth into something sinister. His eyes told me nothing, but the smile managed to be both promising and threatening. I dragged my eyes away from him, glancing back toward Aedyn, who was looking rather bored with the struggle Sam was putting up.

"Stop. Fighting. Me." Each word was clipped and almost hissing with some unidentifiable edge of emotion.

Sam yelled in frustration, doubling his efforts. Aedyn made some noise I could only describe as a growl and slammed Sam's whole upper body back against the floor in a movement that was almost too quick to follow. Sam lay there for a moment, dazed. Anger ping ponged through me but I bit it back. We were out-manned and unarmed. One wrong move and we'd never make it out of this plush, violet room.

"If ever you were going to make a case for me to spare you, now would be the time." Aedyn rolled his eyes up to me and his eyes were utterly neutral, the type of neutrality that comes only with a hell of a lot of experience.

"How old are you?" I didn't know much about incubus' but something told me, from the weight in his eyes that they lived a long time. Aedyn smiled as if I had said something interesting.

"How old do you think I am?" Sam groaned and wriggled a little beneath him. I gazed into the liquid depths of those amazing eyes and couldn't answer his question. I shook my head.

"Physically you look to be in your mid-twenties." That full mouth pulled wider into an all out smile.

"And yet you do not believe that to be the answer to your question." The rhythm of his speech, the words, the weight of his gaze. I stared at him and allowed myself a moment to mull everything over. Aedyn looked down at Sam as he began to fight against him again. When his eyes returned to me they looked almost bored. I shook my head again.

"No. You are definitely older than you look." Aedyn laughed and a beautiful smile accompanied it, but didn't reach his eyes.

"I will not say you are wrong."

"No. You'd be lying." He cocked his head to the side in a curious gesture.

"And you are so sure of this?"

"Yes." His smile dimmed from a hundred watts to about forty and he nodded once, a shallow dip of his head.

"How old are you?" I asked again.

"Old enough to know hunters when I see them." I smiled this time.

"Apparently not. Otherwise Sam and I never would have gotten back here." His smile was just gone leaving his face a blank slate.

"Touche. Hunters have gotten progressively more adept at the game of deception." He looked at Sam underneath him and then at me. His gaze seemed to be taking in everything about us. "They're getting prettier too." I tried to stop it but the laugh just rolled out and I had to put a hand on the floor between my legs to maintain the crouch I was in. I shook my head. How many people had been suckered in by the beauty of this man? How many had fallen victim to physical circumstance?

"What is so funny? The rest of us enjoy a good laugh too." I looked around at them all and smiled slightly.

"We almost beat you at your own game."

"It is not a mistake I will endeavor to repeat." The anger in his words was thick enough to roll around on the tongue and I looked at him. The too perfect beauty of that sculpted face was cold, etched in lines of anger.

"I believe you." And I did.

"Do you? You are not scared enough for a man unarmed in the face of death." I let myself look into his eyes and what I saw there eased me back onto the floor. I folded my legs beneath me Indian style.

"You don't want to kill us." He raised an eyebrow at me, surprise flashing briefly across his face.

"No?" I shook my head. "And what makes you so sure?"

"Your eyes." His face and eyes went empty as if someone had erased his personality. "You are tired of killing." I knew because I saw the same look in the mirror sometimes after a grueling hunt. He stared at me blankly for a few moments.

"Again, you are not wrong. But do not mistake me, Dean. I may tire of delivering death to others, but I have never hesitated to do so in order to save those I love. I will not start now."

Sam was still beneath him. I didn't know when he'd stopped struggling because I'd been too wrapped up in my conversation with Aedyn. Normally Sam and I would have been fighting tooth and nail to get out of a predicament like this. The conversing was almost diplomatic, something that was very not me. I frowned at the thought but shoved it away. Diplomacy was just about the only thing that might provide us with a snowball's chance in hell at getting out of here alive. I wouldn't poke at it. I leaned forward, putting my elbows on my knees. Aedyn stared patiently at me, watching me think. I looked around again going from face to face, seeing the same patience in each expression. Some were tinted with anticipation, longing, neutrality, but I knew If Aedyn let us go they'd let us walk out of here without ever having touched us. I looked back at the man in question.

"You love them." It wasn't a question and he didn't ask me who I was talking about.

"They are my family." I nodded.

"You'd kill to protect them." His voice was barren of any inflection when he answered after a brief moment of silence.

"I have and always will." I just stared at him. How many had Sam and I killed for the sake of family? For each other. I nodded.

"Did you or any of your family put our friend in the hospital?" Again he cocked his head to the side.

"You believe me?"

"Answer my question."

"I have answered many questions from you. You might try indulging me half as much as I have for you before my patience ceases to be so limitless." I just stared at him. The silence in the room stretched on made all the thicker by the music playing in the background. He smiled slightly and dipped his head in acknowledgment. Finally he answered.

"It was an unfortunate accident."

"An accident." He nodded again.

"We recently brought a new foundling into our family. Her control unlike that of those you see before you is near nonexistent at this point. It takes time to master the hunger." He frowned slightly. "I regret to say it is my fault that the man was hospitalized." I waited for him to continue, which he did after a moment.

"I left her with him for but a few moments to attend to a matter that had gotten out of control at the bar and returned to find her weeping over his limp body. I took the man from her and had another of my family take her to be comforted. When your friend rushed into the room he saw only me holding the limp body of his friend. He snatched the body away from me and was inconsolable, screaming profanities at me." His eyes that had been distant with memory snapped into focus, boring into me. "Had he but given me a few moments more your friend would never have seen the inside of a hospital."

"What do you mean?" He smiled, but it wasn't pleasant, more a curl of lips, a vague imitation of the gesture.

"You know nothing of our kind, Dean, except the pleasure you have experienced."

"I know you are an incubus. A creature that feeds on sex."

"A very simple, narrow-minded definition of what we are. We are monsters to you so you care not to know that we are not in fact monstrous. We are just not human." He was angry again. The feeling of his anger crawled along my skin, making me squirm a bit. "I will not argue with you over such an intricately complicated subject." I nodded in agreement.

"That is fine." He looked at me and that look said better than any words how ignorant I was.

"Had your friend not interrupted I would have breathed some of the vitality that my sister stole from the man back into him. He would have felt ill and slept heavy for a few days, consumed more food than normal for about a week and carried on as normal."

"If she wouldn't have fed on him in the first place it wouldn't have been an issue." Sam finally spoke and he sounded angry but underneath that was indecision. I sympathized with the latter at the moment. Aedyn never looked at Sam. He stared at me as he spoke.

"Do not speak so crassly of things you cannot fathom. You do not feel remorse for the cow who gave it's life for each bite of steak that fills your belly. You do kill to survive. We try our best not to do the same." He didn't have to say it but the question was clear in his voice. Which of us is the real monster. I couldn't find it in me to argue with him. Sam went to say something else but I stopped him.

"Shut up, Sam." He moved his head so that his neck was bent backwards, to look at me. He was not happy with me but he stayed quiet. Aedyn stared at me as if trying to figure me out.

"I called the ambulance that saved your friend. Believe me when I tell you it was an accident." I nodded.

"Oddly enough, I do." Sam made some noise that I couldn't discern the meaning of and Aedyn looked so shocked I couldn't help the laugh that fell from my lips.

"Truly?" I laughed and nodded my head, rolling my body until I lay on my stomach, chin propped on my hands.

"Yeah. I do." I smiled but it wasn't happy. "I have seen too many times while working cases things that have confused me. Too many times." I shook my head trying to shake off the barrage of memories. "I've said it before and I'll say it again. Monsters I get. People are just crazy." Someone laughed in the background and it was a rich sound that made me shiver as it rolled across the skin. How did they do that?

"How can you be a hunter with such conflicting morals?" I shrugged as best I could in this position.

"You don't pick this life, Aedyn. We didn't have a choice. Few hunters do." For a long time we stared at each other. One second he was staring at me while pining Sam beneath him, the next he rolled off Sam in a liquid flow of muscle and grace and moved too quick for me to see. I was on my back with the warm weight of his body pressing against mine, his hips nestled between my thighs. My heart was in my throat as he stared down at me. I hadn't seen him move at all. I lay passively beneath him as he seemed to be trying to figure me out.

"How curious." His fingers traced along my jaw, eyes moving slowly over the features of my face like he was going to be quizzed on the minute details later. I saw a brief flash of fear in his eyes and understood it for what it was before he spoke. "Your words taste like truth. But if we let you go free you will most likely come back and attempt to kill us again. Won't you."

"No." The answer was automatic. "I don't want to kill you, Aedyn. If what you tell me is true then I know humans who live shadier lives than you and your family."

"I swear to you that I speak the truth." I propped myself on my elbows putting our faces a breath away from each other.

"Then I swear, as long as you and yours don't purposely kill, Sam and I will not hunt any of you." We were so close when I finished my promise that my lips ghosted across his with the final words.

"Do not make any promise you do not intend to keep. A man's word was all he had once and I still treat an oath as a life or death matter." The threat of our deaths if we broke our word was clear enough that I should have been angry, but I wasn't. I looked into his eyes from centimeters away.

"I swear." And I meant it.

Aedyn's eyes slid shut and a small sigh escaped him, caressing my lips. I couldn't tell you which of us moved into the kiss if I wanted to. Our lips met and my mouth opened to him. Our tongues danced in a sensual, soft rhythm that brought a small, eager noise from me. He swallowed that sound and it seemed to excite him. The kiss grew until we were feeding at each others mouths, my hips rolling up into him as my cock hardened once again. My hand was buried in his thick, silken curls, his hand warm along the side of my face, the full length of his body pressed against my body in the most intimate of ways. He broke the kiss and we both gasped, breathing heavily. He offered me a beautiful smile that made me catch my breath and laughed softly against my lips. He gave me a perfectly chaste kiss, a simple press of lips that hammered into me just how soft his lips were. When he pulled away from me it was completely. He stood between my legs, staring down at me. His eyes filled with that darkness that has nothing to do with anything but pure sex and held his hand down to me. I took it and he pulled me to my feet so hard I fell into his chest. My knees felt a bit weak but I pushed back from him slightly so that the thinnest sliver of space separated us. We smiled at each other.

"You may leave if you wish. You are certainly welcome back. Both of you." The weight of promise filled his last words and I shivered. He kissed me, quick but thorough and turned away with a laugh. He stared at Sam standing a few feet away. He was breathing hard and a glance showed it wasn't because of anger. Aedyn let out a shaky sigh and shivered a little.

"I must attend to my club before I am distracted again." With that he walked through the room towards the door we'd come through. I took a step after him and stopped.

"Aedyn." He stopped but did not turn around. "In this world allies do not fall from the sky." He turned enough so that half his face was cast in shadow leaving us with a view of that perfect profile. My heart raced as he weighed me with those eyes of his.

"What do you offer us?" His voice held caution the way it could hold sex.

"I offer to be your friend. Ally." He was quiet for a minute.

"And do you speak for the both of you?" Sam stepped up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. He planted a soft kiss against my neck.

"He does." Sam's voice was rough, thick with more than words. I shuddered against him. Aedyn stared and I swear I heard him sigh. A brilliant grin exploded across his face and both Sam and I stopped breathing.

"Allies then." He actually winked and blew us a kiss as he fell into a shallow, graceful bow and turned away moving for the door.

His family had dispersed into the room, indulging in explicit desires once again as if nothing had ever happened. I wasn't sure when that had happened but I didn't question it. I watched Aedyn until he disappeared back through the door we'd come through. When he was gone Sam moved back from me and I turned to watch him gently adjust the "pants" he was wearing, settling everything back into place. I did the same thing and he snatched his coat off the floor as we began making our way to the exit, stuffing the blade in his hand into one of the pockets. A woman stepped in front of us when we were almost to the door.

"So, you claim to be our allies, yeah?" Her voice was heavily accented with something that sounded like an older off-shoot of Irish. I nodded and she glanced back and forth between the two of us. She smiled and there was something sinister hidden at the corners of that charming mouth.

"Aedyn likes you. I trust him but I don't like hunters. If you think you can get close to us just to betray us, I'd think again if I were you, friends. I'll be watching you very closely." With that she moved away into the arms of another woman who smiled beautifully up at her.

I stared at the two and only moved when Sam grabbed my wrist and began moving us through the door. He held my wrist until we had to separate at the car to get in. We both sat in silence for a few moments before Sam rotated to look at me. I avoided the curious gaze of his eyes by looking down at the tear in the inner thigh of my pants where the material flapped down to expose the raw, red imprint of Aedyn's teeth, blood ever so slowly leaking down into the still tight confines below the torn cloth. I wondered when exactly Aedyn had torn through my pants but then realized I didn't really care. I did however find it curious that I still felt no pain from the ripe new bruise.

"Dean, not that I'm complaining but what the hell was that back there?" I sighed and closed my eyes, letting my head fall back from a wave of exhaustion.

"Not sure what you're talking about, Sam."

"I'm usually the diplomatic one and normally you'd be gung-ho to kill every last one of those people in there and curse me for making a deal like that." I shrugged and plugged the keys into the ignition. "Is that all it takes? Great sex and you start looking at the monsters like their allies?" I glared at him for a second before averting my gaze out the front window.

"Yes, the sex was amazing. Aedyn and his people are hot, yes, but that is sort of who and what they are. Of all the damn monsters we've faced don't you think they are the lesser of them."

"No. I think they are incredibly powerful. Especially in this day and age when sex is the drug of choice."

"I don't mean-" I sighed and pinched the bridge of my nose between my thumb and forefinger. "What makes them so bad, Sam? Regular humans fuck like bunnies for nothing more than boredom, satisfaction, to scratch a biological itch. They have to do what they do to survive. Sex is more than an itch to scratch, it is literally survival for them, the way sex was intended to be. What's wrong with that?" He laughed and shook his head.

"I'm not disagreeing with you, Dean. It's just that you kind of have two holes pegged out in your head: black and white, monster or human. You don't tend to see stuff like this in shades of gray. You're not really prone to befriending monsters very often, so forgive me if I'm surprised that not only did we just fuck a monster and you're okay with it, but you also offered to be their ally." I shrugged and turned the engine over, beginning to back out of the parking lot.

"Maybe I'm just turning into a nymphomaniac and couldn't bear the thought of killing a great lay in a world of bad sexual encounters." Sam scoffed and shook his head, turning in his seat so that he was sitting straight again.

"Whatever, man." The rest of the drive passed in silence until just as I was turning into the motel parking lot. A bright light flashed across my eyes, whiting the world out.

"DEAN!" Sam's voice echoed around me and I slammed on the brakes, my head connecting with the wheel.

"What the fu-" Sam's rant was abruptly cut off and then I felt his hands on my shoulders, easing me back against the seat. "Dean, are you okay?" I groaned and nodded my head, swallowing hard when the motion sent a sharp pain through my head.

"Yeah. Think I cracked my egg, though." He chuckled and I felt his arms slide behind my shoulders and under my thighs. I groaned as the world slipped away behind me for a moment and then I was back against the seat I felt the car slide forward and tried to press the brakes and realized they weren't there. I cracked my eyes to see Sam behind the wheel just as he cut the engine.

"You think you can walk?" I took a moment to assess an answer for his question before answering.

"Yeah. I'm fine." Though in truth I didn't honestly know if I was. The bones in my head felt unstable as if I really had cracked it.

I heard Sam get out of the car and winced at the loud clang of the door closing, the sound reverberating in my head like a gunshot in tight confines. My door opened and I swung my legs out of the car, sitting up and moving for the exit too fast. I was on my feet when gravity weighed down on me and the world spun, spinning the shards of my cracked skull with it. I had a second of falling and then my stomach jerked down into my feet as everything came to a full stop for a second. I squeezed my eyes shut tight and swallowed hard as my stomach spun like a top and my skull tried to slide out of my ears.

"Dean?...Dean, come on...talk to me..." I felt something soft beneath me. A cloud? The cloud shifted and I felt the gentle touch of fingers followed by a sharp burst of pain that sent my spinning stomach spiraling upwards in a burning wash. I rolled onto my side and retched up what felt like every ounce of my sticky bits, my head exploding in agony with every heave.

"DEAN! WAKE UP!..." Sam's voice screamed, echoing around me again. Had I fallen asleep? I groaned and struggled for air for a second past the nausea and agony. I must have a concussion. Yeah, sleep and cracked egg syndrome was bad wasn't it?

"Stop...screaming..." I mumbled, clutching my hands to my head. Why was Sam screaming so loud when I was right next to him. The cloud beneath me felt warmer now and held me firmly.

"Dean...please, open your eyes...look at me...Dean, please look at me..." I heard something that sounded like a quiet sob and then the pain faded away, leaving me feeling light and empty. Water splashed onto my face in fat droplets. Was it raining?

"Don't...wake up, Dean...sleep...love..." Everything was coming through in garbled, broken pieces that didn't make any sense. Why was Sam speaking nonsense? The cloud hugged me. No, not the cloud. Sam. His arms cradled me, rocked me. More rain drops splashed onto my face and it was only when I heard another quiet sob and felt the weight of his chest against me heave that I knew, Sam, my Sam, was crying. Crying for me.

"Dean...wake up...I...can't...love you...don't leave..." I tried to smile comfortingly at him or move to touch him but I couldn't move, couldn't open my eyes. I felt myself drifting away into the ink black dark that rose up and helped suck me under to the sound of Sam's soft cries. I shoved at the dark but it was like fighting water as you sank through it.

"DEAN, SNAP OUT OF IT!" Sam's voice was the last thing I heard, echoing around and through me as I fell into that dark, screaming, flailing for the light. Fighting for my Sam.

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I woke in a motel room, the crappy décor pegging it as one of any of the thousands Sam and I had ever stayed in. I hauled myself to my feet, my head feeling all swirly inside like my brain was riding a carousel. I walked over to the window, flicking the curtain back to glance out and see nothing. Their was absolutely nothing but nothing outside the window. Darkness. That was it. I began walking to the door.

"I wouldn't do that if I were you, man. You don't know what's out there." I whirled and had to grab my head to steady my brain. Oddly enough it seemed to work. I frowned and squinted, looking closer. I was staring at an exact duplicate of myself.

"What the fuck?" I mumbled shaking my head and instantly regretting it. I heard me laughing in the background.

"If it bothers you then stop doing it, jack ass." I cracked my eyes open when the world was steady again. I watched me walk across the room to sit on one of the beds and gesture at the one across from it.

"Deja vu, anyone?" I mumbled. I had already been here once or twice. It was always fun to talk to yourself. I moved to the bed and sat carefully so the world stayed in place. "We're in my grapefruit, aren't we?" Thing two smiled at me.

"Congratulations, genius. Now figure out why and I'll be impressed." I frowned at him and he sighed. "And you were doing so good."

"Why am I here?" He was the one to frown now.

"We really know how to fuck our life up don't we, Dean? Why do we always have to make shit so complicated?" I shook my head and winced before I realized the pain was gone. Huh, imagine that.

"Why am I here?" I asked again. He looked into my eyes and I didn't like what I saw.

"We're at one hell of a crossroads...again. You have a decision to make."

"Can the cryptic shit and spit it out already." He smiled and then I heard Sam crying. I looked around the room and froze when I saw him sitting cross legged on the floor, one arm cradling something invisible while the other stroked that very same thing. He slowly rocked back and forth, face blotched and soaked with tears and he softly cried.

"Come back to me, Dean. I can't do this without you. Don't leave me again, please. I love you. You hear me, Dean? I love you." He bowed his head over the invisible thing in his arms that I suspected was me. My eyes stung with tears and I realized I had stood up at some point and had started to move toward him when something flew through the air to the left of me. I heard something crash and looked over to see Sam laying on his back, arms shaking as he fought to keep a knife from plunging into him. His arms shook with the effort and he tipped his head back, shouting as he rolled that invisible something over and punched it. I heard the contact but couldn't see what he fought. Something hit him in the face, rocking his head back on his spine and sending him crashing to the floor again. My heart climbed into my throat as I watched Sam get lifted into the air, feet dangling inches from the floor. He was slammed once, twice into something hard enough for his eyes to roll from the impact. The knife in his hand suddenly found a home in the thing attacking him and he fell to his knees as blood poured down the knife. I looked back at the other version of me who calmly sat on the bed watching me watch the show.

"What is this? What the fuck is happening?"

"You have to choose." I frowned in confusion.

"What? Choose what? What are you talking about?" I heard Sam grunt and looked over to see his head rock back and forth, staggering him back a step with each impact like someone was using his head as a punching bag. The other Sam was shaking the invisible me, head and body bent, curled around me as he let loose a low mournful wail. I whipped my head back to glare at me and strode right up to him, grabbing fistfuls of the thick button-down and jacking his body up and off the bed.

"What? Choose what, dammit!" I nearly screamed into his face from inches away, anger, fear and confusion pouring through me.

"Which Sam will you go to. That is the choice you have to make." I searched his face frantically and shoved him back onto the bed, spinning away and raking my fingers through my hair in frustration.

"What are you talking about? You're not making any sense! Both of them are Sam! How can I possibly choose?"

"Yes, they both look like Sam but only one of them is the real Sam. It is up to you to figure out which before it is too late." I glanced back and forth between the two Sams. The one on the left screamed as the blade he was fighting found a home in the flesh of his shoulder. I jerked forward but stopped, hearing the impact from the backhand he delivered to his attacker. He grimaced and yanked the blade from himself, spinning in time to impale another attacker. The one on the right was weeping, his heart pouring from his throat in ragged wails. Tears poured down my face as my heart raced while my brain tried furiously to piece the puzzle together while I watched the two renditions of Sam before me slowly lose the battles they fought.

"You have to choose, Dean."

"How! How am I supposed to choose?" The other me smiled sympathetically.

"Only one is real, Dean, and if you choose wrong this room,-" He gestured to the visions of Sam behind him, "these images will be the last thing you see. Which one will you go to? Choose." I shouted in frustration.

"How? Tell me how! Help me!" He shook his head and smiled sadly.

"I have been helping you, Dean. You weren't listening. I cannot help you anymore than this. You must make this decision for your own. Them's the rules." I shook my head again and again, squeezing my eyes shut tight as both Sam's screamed at once. The pressure of this decision, the sounds of them both tore at me.

"If they are separate then will I lose one of them if I choose the other?" The panic I felt strained my words into something barely audible.

"You will certainly lose one of them, both if you choose wrong. If you choose right you might, depending on what decisions are made, get both back, though you won't know until its too late." I knew where I'd heard this riddle before and it pissed me off.

"One door leads to safety the other to certain death. One will lead you to happiness the other to despair. That's the fucking game we're playing?!" He smiled as if I'd done something interesting.

"You must choose, Dean. Time is running short."

"What the fuck kind of choice is there in a coin toss? Everything is up to luck!"

"Not a coin toss, Dean. A riddle. You know what the riddle is, you just have to be smart enough to figure out the answer. Think, Dean, think and be quick about it." I squeezed my eyes shut again.

"DEAN! WAKE UP, YOU LAZY SONOFABITCH!" Sam's voice shouted, echoing around me, punctuated by a series of grunts and sounds of flesh on flesh. I heard the sound of him getting his ass whooped and wanted to help him, to go to him if for nothing else than to save him. I couldn't lose Sam again. I couldn't.

"Come back to me, Dean. Please! You have to wake up. I love you, Dean! Wake up. Wake up. Wake up! Wake up!" The sobs of the other Sam, each plea getting more desperate, tore through me and I wanted to go to him, to wake up and feel safe and comfortable in his arms. To kiss him and hold his body close to mine everyday for the rest of my life. I wanted the promise of happiness more than that of violence. How did I choose? How? Violence. Happiness. Violence. Happiness.

"DEAN!" Both of them screamed it, the sound echoing through and around me and I suddenly knew the answer. I cried as I looked between the two of them, eyes lingering on the image of Sam crying for me. I wanted him. I wanted to go to him. Sam screamed to my left again and my head snapped toward him, panic fluttering through my chest, constricting my lungs. A knife was plunged into his lower stomach and I surged forward.

"NOOOO! SAAAAAAAAAAAAM!" I dove over the bed, frantically trying to get to him and the room morphed around me as I moved.

"The choice is made." The voice of the other me was like surround sound, soft and yet loud in my ears. The motel room melted away and I slammed back into my body, spine bowing, head going back on my spine as I took a screaming inhale, promptly sending me into a coughing fit. The world when I could see again was fuzzy and slightly dim around the edges. My mouth was dry like I'd been chewing on sand and I couldn't feel my arms, my legs hanging limply beneath me. The high-pitched scream of a woman sounded in the background and I moved my head in what felt like slow motion to see Sam jerking a knife free of her, sending her body crashing to the ground.

"Bobby." Sam's voice sounded strained and I struggled to see him around Bobby's ball cap.

"I got him." One second I was nice and steady. The next I was falling and then I was in someone's arms.

"Sam?" Had I found my way back to his arms again?

"I've got you, Dean." A gruff voice I was familiar with rumbled against me but I couldn't quite put my finger on it.

"Sam." I whispered his name as the darkness once again ate my world.

A/N- Okay, so there it is guys and gals. Once again, I am so very sorry for the incredibly long wait. I am on summer break now so I should be able to put out chapters a bit more regularly. This chapter kind of sucked a lot for poor Dean, but I thought it was about time the pace of the story changed a bit. Let's see if he can get Sam to fall in love with him all over again, shall we? I will see you next chapter and in the meantime would love to hear some feedback! Ta-ta for now, my dears!