A/N Work slamming again, sorry about the delay...also spoiler warnings for season six...
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Sam stroked Dean's face, his touch soft, caring. He felt Dean's forehead, and left his hand rest there. For
once, Dean didn't shrug it off with a comment about chick flick moments. Truth was, this past year, there had
not been many moments at all that showed any care and concern. Dean was pleased for the contact,
especially as he felt so bad. His head hurt, his throat burned and he felt like he was going to throw up. And
he'd had the strangest dream he wanted to tell Sam about. Trouble was, he didn't think it was a dream. He
tried to talk, and his voice wouldn't come out. He looked up to Sam, and his eyes wouldn't open.
He realized it wasn't Sam stroking his face, it was Lisa. She smiled at him, and leaned in to kiss him on the top
of the head. But instead of kissing him, she bit him. He tried to raise his hand, but he couldn't. What the fuck
was going on? He finally got his eyes open, but it was almost too dark to see anything. There was a faint
glow on the roof...but he couldn't make out any real shapes.
He also could see there was no one there. No Lisa, no Sam. Something bit him on the head again, and he
gasped, not able to make any noise other than the sharp intake of breath. Blood started to trickle into his
eyes, but he couldn't wipe it away.
The thing on his head bit him again, and Dean hissed in pain. This time the noise was enough to send the
creature scuttling away.
A rat? Had a rat been biting him? Oh, man, this sucked out loud. Where was Sam? How had he gotten here?
Why were rats biting him? He tried to move, and couldn't. There was something heavy on top of him, and it
was pinning him flat. He tried to wriggle one arm, but the thing on him was too heavy, and he was too weak.
He could feel sweat start to trickle down his face to join the blood, and his stomach heaved.
He would've thrown up, but there didn't seem to be anything there to expel. How long had he been here? He
vaguely remembered waking up at least once before. Had Sam abandoned him? Was Sam dead?
"Sammy..." his call was no more than expressed air, but still it burned his dry throat, cauterised his tongue,
and cracked his lips further. He was in a bad way, and it didn't seem that anyone was coming.
Where was Sam? Sam wouldn't leave him...he wouldn't. Sam had his soul back. He was sure...wasn't he? He
didn't dream that, he didn't. Yes.
He was sure.
At least, he thought he was.
Sam had left him before. Sam had left him to become a vampire. But he wouldn't leave him now. If he was
able, he'd be here.
Which could only mean that he wasn't able. Dean knew, with all of his heart, he knew. If Sam could be here,
he would.
He wouldn't leave Dean trapped here…. Wherever here was. Here smelled bad, and it was dark.
Dean tried to force his eyes open, and succeeded, just a crack. There was a dim glow, very faint, from the
ceiling. His eyes refused to focus and the dim light wasn't enough to give his confused brain any clues as to
where he was…. Just that he was alone. Nothing moved. He tried to move his arms, the effort making sweat
drip and pool in with the blood on his forehead, stinging his already sore eyes.
Something was on top of him, pinning him down. It was heavy, and he was too weak to pull himself free. The
small effort of trying to dislodge his arms left him breathless and dizzy.
He closed his eyes and tried to steady his ragged breaths. Where was Sam? Why wasn't Sam here?
Dean hated being alone. Always had. Even before fate turned him into a motherless child, back when he had
two loving parents, a clean, warm, comfortable bed and a nightlight to chase the bogey man away, he feared
being alone.
He knew his brother was aware of that, but would never voice it out loud. Not in a million. He knew Bobby had
probably figured it out as well, but Bobby knew when do talk about things, and when to just leave it.
He knew it was more the fear of losing his family, of losing the ones who meant more to him that the very
breath he took, and that he'd lost his loved ones too many times.
First his mother, and the comfort she took with her. His father, and most of the friends he's ever met or made.
And Sam. He's lost him too many times. Too many times.
His heart had been broken repeatedly when his brother had died. It was more than his soul could take.
Oh, he'd lost Bobby, and Cas, too, but only for a moment. And while their loss hurt, it was overshadowed buy
that great gaping wound that watching his brother fall down the pit had torn into his very being.
And he had gotten them back.
Yes, he's had Lisa and Ben, for a while. But he was alone with them. Alone in what he was, in who he was.
They tried, and they cared, but they could never really understand, or be there.
Not like Sam. Not ever like Sam.
Every day he would wake up, from what little sleep he could manage, his heart racing, his throat convulsing,
his first thoughts always SAM.
But Sam had been gone. Lost, tortured for a millennium, while he was alone. Alone.
Then Sam had come back, but he wasn't really Sam. Not really. He looked like Sam, he smelled like Sam…but it
wasn't him. At least, not all of him.
But that changed. Slowly Dean could begin to forget the RoboSam, as his loving, gentle, strong, scary
gigantor of a brother emerged from the ether of the past to once again guard his brother's back.
"I got your back". Simple words, but they had meant so much…so much.
But where was he now? Where was Sam? Was he okay? Was he alive?
Dean pried his poor eyes open again, and tried to figure out where he was. It smelled bad. Real bad. Death
and guts and vomit and piss. Sam would never leave him here. Not on purpose.
He tried, with all the strength he had left, to roll over.
To no avail. Bright spots swirled in front of his half closed lids, and if he's had anything in his stomach he
would have heaved it all over himself.
He gasped, his head pounding, his throat burning, the smells of putrid decay filling his nostrils and making him
feel even worse. He felt complete and total despair. Sam was gone. And he was alone.
Alone.
He started to cry, heaving sobs that caught his heart, tears mingled with the blood and sweat. His chest
hitched and tears flowed, he cried until he fell asleep again.
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Bobby levelled his gun at the creature before him. It was hard to see exactly what it looked like in the
torchlight, best as he can tell it looked a bit like a wendigo, but taller, and, maybe, a bit thinner.
Urass clutched Bobby's leg even tighter, little squeals of fright bursting out of him, and Vadar stood, hackles
raised, growling, but backing up, fear clear in his very stance.
Sam raised his weapon and fired several shots of silver into the creatures chest. He wasn't sure where the
heart was located, so he made sure his spread would catch any heart in the creature, bad light or not, he
was a good shot and did not miss. The creature fell back as step, but didn't fall, instead it shook itself and
advanced on the three.
Bobby unloaded his clip into the creatures head, this time it fell, but quickly rose to all fours and turned, loping
like a dog, out of the chamber. Vadar then chose this moment to rush after it, but skidded to a halt at the
mouth of the tunnel.
Not quite brave enough.
"So brave. Angry man and Sam I am so brave" Urass whispered, and Bobby reached around and peeled him
off his leg. He placed the small creature in front of him, and he and Sam looked at eachother.
"So, silver don't work" said Bobby.
"Hurt it, though" Sam replied.
He reloaded his clip, then squatted down in front of the urchin. "Urass, can we kill this thing?"
The little creature was still shaking in shock and fear. It vigorously nodded its head, but put both its hands
over the trembling mouth.
"Hey, Urass, it's ok" Sam soothed. "We can protect you. You're very important to us. You saved Giant Sam's
brother, right?" Urass nodded, hands still firmly in place. "And Giant Sam still needs you to help find his
brother. We're not going to let anything happen to you. You're very, very important"
Urass dropped his hands a little, but his mouth was still clamped shut. Sam looked up to Bobby for support.
The elder hunter kneeled beside him. "Like Sam said, you're very important. We need to find Sam's brother,
and we caint do that without you. That makes you the most important man here".
The urchin started to giggle. "Man" he chuckled. "Angry man calls Urass a man".
"It's Bobby" he corrected "And you are a man. Aint you?"
Urass stood as tall as he could pull himself. "Man….. man. Yes! Urass is man!" He propped his tiny claw hands
on his hips. "Urass will help. But angry Bobby and Giant Sam will protect, yes?"
"Yes" both hunters answered in unison, and they stood up.
"Well, what do we do?" Sam asked. "My brother is still missing and I need to find him. Can we kill Bagool first,
or can we get to my brother safely instead?" Sam ran his hand through his hair, exasperated. "He really
needs me, Urass, and I'm very worried he might be really hurt"
The urchin puffed out his chest. "Can go to brother, but Bagool wants brother. Wants soul. Best if you kill
Bagool first. But careful is also best" he pointed at Bobby. "Soul is also big in Angry Bobby"
Sam's brow wrinkled. "Um, Urass? What about my soul?" he looked at Bobby, and the older hunter saw the
worry darkening the young man's eyes. "Bagool knocked me aside. What's wrong with my soul?"
Urass hung his head, and muttered to himself, before looking up at Sam. "Crying"
"You're crying?" Sam asked him.
"No. Giant Sam I am soul sad. Soul hurt. Not for Bagool. Not for…not for anyone….Torn. Broken." He seemed at
a loss to explain , shaking his small head. "Sam brother soul hurt, but not like this. Not so….broken"
Sam met Bobby's concerned look, and felt his eyes tear up. He didn't want to be broken. He didn't want his
soul torn up. He knew there was a wall he should not touch, and that there'd be dire consequences. But a
soul so damaged a monster wouldn't touch it? How could he comprehend that?
"Well, You're right about Dean's soul" he said to the little creature. "Biggest damn soul ever walked this earth.
So how do we gank this dirtbag?".
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A/N ... I promise to try to get the next chapter out a lot faster... I said try, so no angries if I can't get it out til next week! Oh, you can review anonymously, if you want...I'm not gonna beg... yet..