Kay guys here's the next part. Sorry about the delay again, I wasn't even going to write this for another week or so but I sat down and wrote this out today after watching some reruns of supernatural lol There's a flashback in this chapter and it's a flashback to the eppis "Salvation" and "In My Time Of Dying", which I'm sure you'll all know when you read it, because well, let's just face it, we're all incredibly obsessed with this show and we'd instantly know what episode it was even if someone only gave us two lines from it lol But just in case someone doesn't recognize it, that's where it's from. Let me know how this chapter worked out for you guys! :D

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Sam's eyes were wide and embedded within them was horror and fear for his brother's life.

"Don't say no until you know the terms Sammy, you get Jessica back as good as new, you guys pick up where you left off, and we leave you and her alone, no demons, no hunting for you. You can have it all with her, everything you dreamt about…all of it, you just need to give us your brother."

Sam's mind was racing. He was being asked to choose between Dean and Jessica. And then he remembered his vision. He remembered standing above Dean's grave.

"Why the hell do you want him! I thought it was me you wanted!" yelled Sam trying to figure out what the demon was trying to do.

"Things change, I've got my reasons, now whaddu say Sammy?"

"NO! NO! You can't have Dean!"

"But you can have Jessica in exchange…you can be rid of this life…it's what you've always wanted Sammy."

"Not like this…not in exchange for Dean!"

"Don't you get it! As long as Dean's in your life you'll never have normal, you'll never have what you've wanted. Dean's holding you back Sam, he's holding you back from the life you deserve."

Dean knew that was true. As much as he wanted his brother to stay with him, he knew Sam deserved better than this life, Sam deserved every good thing the world had to offer him. Still, it didn't make it hurt any less hearing those words come out of the demon's mouth, to the hear the truth come out of someone, or something else's mouth.

"Oh c'mon Sammy, you don't need him, that's the whole reason I brought up all the things from your past, to show you, to prove to you that you've never needed him."

"Shutup!"

"You know it's true Sam, Dean knows it's true, hell even your dad knew it was true!"

Kay so maybe the last part was a lie but Hazazel just couldn't resist.

"You've proved time and time again that you don't need Dean, that you can take care of of yourself. You did it for 2 years, the rest of your life shouldn't be that hard…and besides you'd have Jessica again!"

Sam was looking down now and he knew he had no one to blame but himself for making the demon think that what he had just said was true. In reality, none of it was true. Sure he had gone off on his own for 2 years, but he was never okay in those 2 years. He was never truly happy, and he was always living in fear that one day he'd get that call from his dad, or from the police, or the hospital that Dean was dead.

Then he thought about Jessica, the love of his life, the only woman he had ever felt so strongly for. Sam loved his mom but because he never got a chance to know her and only remembered her from pictures, Jessica sort of filled this void in his heart for a feminine presence. It was the first time he was really ever around a woman for a long period of time, and everything he knew about women, aside from all the stuff Dean had taught him, he learned from her. In between the learning and the fascination of how truly complex, but gentle and caring the other sex could be, he fell in love with her and she in turn, fell in love with him. His relationship with her is what made being away from his family bearable. A year and a half into their relationship Sam knew that he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, she was everything that he had ever dreamt of, she wasn't perfect, she had her quirks and flaws, but they just made Sam love her ever more.

Sam remembered the exact day he started to understand and sort of forgive his father for the life they had lead after his mom's death. He remembered that day, holding Jessica in his arms as she fell asleep and realizing that this must've been the way his dad felt about his mom when they were together. And then he remembered the way his dad would look at his mom's pictures, the softness in his eyes, the pain, the agony, the failure at not being able to save her, and he knew that his dad loved his mom more than life itself. He remembered sitting there with Jessica sleeping in his arms and finally understanding what it must've been like for his dad to lose his mom, and understanding his need for revenge. He still didn't condone his father for the way he and Dean were raised, but he was starting to understand a little more. He remembered thinking that if anything ever happened to Jess, he would fight hell and fire to get his revenge.

What he didn't realize at the time though was that there was one person who would make him different from his dad, one person who could keep him from sacrificing everything to get his revenge. It seemed that all John could ever see was Mary's death, and to be honest, at first that's all Sam could see too, Jess's death, until that fateful day in the cabin where Sam helplessly watched as his brother was slowly being killed in front of him.

During the hours after the attack, when they were all in the hospital, waiting to see if Dean was going to pull through, there was this moment of clarity that hit Sam like a ton of bricks.

-Flashback-

He was standing outside Dean's hospital room, just after Dean had flat lined and they had revived him. He was standing there, unable to move, unable to speak, and it was at that specific moment his brain decided to think back to the conversation he and Dean had had before the cabin, before they found out that Meg had their father, before all the blood and agonising pain. Sam remembered every word of that conversation, and he remembered how scared Dean had looked, but he chose to ignore it because he was too angry at Dean for not letting him run back into the burning house.

"If you had just let me go in there I could've ended all this."

"Sam, the only thing you were to end was your life"

"You don't know that…"

"So what you just willing to sacrifice yourself, is that it?"

"Yeah, yeah you damn right I am…"

"Yea, well that's not gonna happen, not as long as I'm around."

"What the hell you talking about Dean, we've been searching for this demon our whole lives, it's the only thing we've ever cared about!"

"Sam, I wanna waste it, I do, okay, but it's not worth dieing over!"

"What!"

"I mean it, if hunting this demon means you getting yourself killed, then I hope we never find the damn thing!"

And that really summed it up right there. For Dean, Sam's safety took precedence over revenge, but for Sam, revenge took precedence over everything else. He remembered thinking at the time of that conversation that Dean was being stupid, that Dean didn't have his priorities straight. But now standing in front of his brother's hospital room, minutes ago watching the doctors try to revive his brother, he realized that he was the one who didn't have his priorities straight, he was the one being stupid. Dean would give up finding the demon if it meant his family would be safe, and now Sam would give anything, even swear off hunting the demon if he had to, in order for Dean to survive. He finally understood what Dean had meant all along, that it wasn't worth dying over, because Dean's death never was and never would be worth it to kill the demon, it wouldn't be worth it for anything in the world.

As Sam stood there he let the guilt eat at him and he prayed that it wasn't too late to apologize to Dean, to tell him how much he loved him and how badly he had messed up. Sam was the one willing to sacrifice himself to kill the demon, but he never stopped to realize that that meant putting Dean in the line of fire. As usual Dean was the one who took the brunt of the attack, Dean was the one hooked up to numerous machines, Dean was the one fighting for his life. As much as Sam was willing to sacrifice himself before to kill the demon, he would never sacrifice Dean, but now he was starting to see that they went hand in hand. Sam sacrificing himself always led to Dean protecting him which meant that Dean was the one who would end up getting sacrificed. It was then that Sam realized that there was one person who was more important than revenge, more important than his dad, even more important than the love of his life, and that was his big brother Dean.

-End flashback-

Dean looked over at Sam who had been quiet since the demon had spoken last and he saw his brother looking at the ground with tears in his eyes. It broke his heart to see Sam like that, and he mistook Sam's silence as Sam having an internal battle to choose between him and Jessica, so he decided to say what needed to be said. He knew the risks, he knew it could be false, but Hazazel had stuck to the deal with his dad and brought him back to life and he really seemed to want Dean dead, and usually when a demon wants something that bad, they'll do anything, give anything, to have what they want.

"S-sammy," Dean started as he saw Sam's head lift up and their eyes locked. "T-take it Sammy, t-take the deal."

Sam snapped out of his thoughts and snapped his head up and stared at Dean wide eyed. He couldn't be hearing right…his brother could not have just told him to take a deal that would end his own life. Actually, who was he kidding, that was just like Dean if it meant that Sam would be happy. And that was the key word, happy. Sam saw understanding in Dean's eyes, he saw acceptance, hurt, but still acceptance in choosing Jessica over him, he saw the self sacrificing brother he loved with every fibre of his being, and it broke Sam's heart. The eyes that were looking back at him, the eyes that were telling him "it's okay to choose her Sammy", were eyes filled with years and years of unintended and unconscious emotional abuse caused by Sam and their dad. As Sam looked at Dean he could see that Dean really thought that he would be happier choosing Jessica, and Sam knew that he had no one to blame but himself.

"Dean…no," Sam choked out, he tried to sound stronger, more affirmative, but that resigned look in his brother's eyes, a look he knew he was to blame for, shattered his already broken heart and he couldn't seem to find his voice.

Dean really didn't have the strength to fight with Sam on this so he shifted his conversation over to the demon.

"W-hy the h-hell do you need his permission, I'm giv-ving you your damn permis-sion!"

"Dean SHUTUP! No, Dean NO!" Sam yelled frantically as he looked at his brother, but Dean didn't look back at him, he just kept staring at Hazazel.

"Sorry Dean-o, doesn't work that way, Sammy over here needs to say the words."

Sam breathed a sigh of relief at hearing that.

"So Sammy, who's it gonna be, I personally think you should listen to Dean over there, he knows how worthless he is to you and how Jessica's worth a lot. Who's it gonna be Sammy, Jessica or Dean."

Sam didn't say anything, he just stared at Hazazel with hatred in his eyes and then he looked over at Dean who locked eyes with him for a brief second before looking back at the ground. Sam knew that Dean took Sam's silence as an affirmation that he was trying to decide who to choose, and that broke Sam's heart. He wished to god that Dean knew how much he loved him, knew that he wouldn't sacrifice him for anything, but he also knew that he had damaged Dean so much over the years that he understood why Dean would believe that Sam would have to even think about whom to choose. If the roles were reversed Sam knew that, without a doubt, Dean would choose him over anyone, and that's what made this hurt more, because Sam would trust his life in Dean's hands, but it seemed that Sam had messed up so many times that Dean no longer trusted his in Sam's, and Sam's silence wasn't doing much to ease Dean's doubts. But Sam really didn't have a choice, he had to stall, he had to make the demon really believe that he was trying to choose, because he was scared to think what the demon would do if he instantly chose Dean.

Sam kept starring at the demon in defiance. He knew that if he chose Dean right here and now, like he wanted to, there was nothing to keep the demon from killing them both on the spot. He hated making Dean believe that he was actually trying to decide, but he had no other choice. He'd just have to add this to the list of things he'd have to mend with his brother after they got out of this alive…IF, they got out of this alive.

"Samuel, I don't have all day, make your damn choice!" snarled Hazazel, he was getting impatient, which made Sam even more nervous.

All of a sudden there was a bright flash about 10 feet behind Hazazel and Sam had to actually close his eyes because the flash was so strong. When he opened them he gasped at what he saw.

Jessica.

Jessica was standing there in a long white dress, smile on her face, and she was just as Sam had remembered her, and just as he had seen her in his visions.

"Sam, baby, I can't make this choice for you, and I don't want to, but we can be happy again, we can have our family, have kids, our own house, everything we ever talked about. I love you Sam, sooo much, you meant everything to me, we meant everything to me, and I know you felt the same. We can have it all back, don't you want it back baby?"

Sam couldn't believe what he was seeing and what he was hearing. She looked so real, so…alive.

He heard Hazazel say something but he couldn't make it out because he was so taken aback by his dead girlfriend standing mere feet in front of him, he was so taken aback that he didn't even realize that he was the only one who could see her.

"Sam choose who you wanna save...Dean…or Jessica?"

Sam was still trying to rap his mind around seeing Jessica that he didn't hear Hazazel usher the ultimatum again and he said the only thing that came to his mind as he looked at Jessica.

"Jess" It came out as a whisper but it was enough for Dean and Hazazel to hear.

Dean's heart sank and Hazazel's grin spread from one end of his face to the other.

"Be happy Sammy," thought Dean, knowing what was going to happen next.

"I knew you'd make the right choice Samuel," sneered Hazazel.

Sam immediately snapped out of his trance as he heard those words and he snapped his head towards Hazazel who was now standing right in front of Dean. The next few seconds happened like a flurry of events. He saw Hazazel reach back and grab out a 10 inch blade and Sam's eyes widened in horror as to what he had just done. He hadn't chosen Jess, he just said her name because he was so shocked to see her, and now…Dean. He looked at Dean and saw the acceptance in what he thought was Sam's choice, but he also saw the hurt and the shattered heart. Before Sam could take it back, before he could do anything, he saw Hazazel draw back the knife and then plunge forward. Sam's heart sank as Dean let out an agonizing cry as the blade pierced through his abdomen.

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!" Sam cried out as he watched Hazazel drive the knife into Dean. Sam struggled violently with the force holding him up against the wall, he had to get to Dean, but just like the time in the cabin, he was helpless to do anything but watch as that thing tried to kill his brother.

He could see the blood pool out of his brother's mouth, he could see the blood spilling out of his abdomen, and he could only see 2 inches of the blade sticking out. The tears started to fall and Sam couldn't breathe.

"DEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAANNNN!!"