Yeah I know, my update is really REALLY late, but I blame this chapter. It was the perfect scene in my head but a total and utter b!tch to actually write LOL. Either way, it's done now, and I seriously hope I've done justice to the scene that has been going around my head for months now.

Thank you for all the reviews for the last chapter, I'm glad you all enjoyed the brotherly angst and their perspectives on each other.

I think now will be a good time to say that this is the second story in a set of three..so yes for all those math geniuses out there, there is a final part to this story. So while this story will wrap up, the aftermath and consequences will play itself out in the final story of this trilogy called 'Catch 22', I sincerely hope you guys will enjoy it.

So with all that said, I hope you enjoy the story and the remaining couple chapters.

On with 'Blood to Blood'…

Chapter 20- Blood to Blood

Sam Winchester's eyes slowly opened, and then flickered shut a second later. He could feel his hair being blown gently around on his head, the warm breeze dancing on his face.

Or at least half his face.

It was then Sam realised that he was lying on his side, and then more worryingly he couldn't move his hands, which seemed determined at the moment to stay behind his back.

The younger brother tried to open his eyes again, but couldn't, the pain in his head, the aching dull throbbing that battered in his skull. Opening his eyes just didn't seem worth it, the darkness of unconsciousness seemed a hell of a nicer place.

And then there was the singing.

And that made Sam force his eyes open again. Sam would know that voice anywhere, but the idea of him singing, was a shocker even for Sam to swallow.

So the younger of the Winchester's slowly forced his eyes open, gave himself a few seconds for his blurred vision to adjust and slowly, he begun to identify exactly where he was.

It's just where he was exactly that didn't make a whole heap of sense.

With his feet loose, but his arms tied, Sam was lying on his side in what he could have sworn was a truck. An open ended, uncovered truck, and from the smell of it, it was a summer fruit truck. He could swear he could smell plums.

Then the signing begun again, and this time, against his better judgement, he raised his head in the direction of the cab and could see the back of his brother's head, bobbing along and singing loudly with the tune that was screaming from the radio.

The fact that Dean was singing loudly along with a 'Dolly Partan' track, was just more stone cold evidence that Dean was definitely possessed, or at least, just not quite himself.

Wriggling around as subtly as he could along the metal truck, Sam cursed as his almost numb fingers tried to feel along his back to see if his small pocket knife was still on his body. He almost did laugh out loud when he chuckled at his own stupidity of even considering the idea that Dean would have even left a knife in his possession.

He couldn't raise his head to see where he was going, he couldn't move too much or his brother would notice, but where he exactly was going was really beginning to heighten Sam's curiosity.

He had to think and think quick.

Ok, so he hadn't known exactly what he was going to do when Dean had returned from his errand to collect his arrow root, but being knocked out like a moron and thrust up like a thanksgiving turkey in the back of a truck hadn't exactly ranked high on Sam's to-do list; yet here he was, lying on his side waiting for his execution.

Man, were there lives totally deranged.

Sam's thoughts instantly came to a jagged stop and his breathing hitched in his chest. The truck was slowing down, which meant that Dean was slowing down and whether Sam wanted it or not, he needed a plan, now.

Lying perfectly still, he felt the truck come to an unsteady stop, the radio abruptly cut off as the engine died, and the cab door frantically open.

Dean was humming, loudly, almost to the point of singing.

Sam could recognise that tune anywhere, after all having it drummed into your head since you could remember had its benefits, but he also recognised the significance behind the tune.

Dean was humming 'Metalica', which confirmed to Sam that Dean was nervous.

Bizarrely, it gave the younger, hope that if Dean was nervous, that meant that there was something inside of him that had him nervous, had him unsure, and had him thinking that what he doing was wrong.

On the other hand, was it such a comforting thought knowing that he would have to allow Dean to actually slice into his flesh, knowing his elder brother was so nervous? Knowing Dean he'd probably end up cutting an artery.

And that, that would just be peachy.

Sam sucked in a deep breath and waited.

It was all about to kick off...

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Dean Winchester strode towards the back of the truck, his humming slowly beginning to get on his own nerves. His hands were steady, ready, willing now to do whatever it was would take to get the job done.

His nerves were steely, his heart beating steady.

He was ready for anything.

Yanking the chain off the lock, he dropped the gate open and looked at Sam's body that lay in the middle of truck.

He didn't even remember how he'd managed to get Sam's into the truck.

His hazel green eyes took in the scene, his face becoming stronger and ridged as he climbed into the back of the truck to pull Sam forward.

" Now come on Sammy..." Dean muttered, as he reached down for Sam's ankle to pull forward.

However, what happened next, even Dean didn't expect...

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Sam waited, and waited, and waited and waited.

...Come on, come on, come on...Sam chanted to himself as he could feel Dean's shadow over his body, he could hear Dean talking to him, and all Sam could do was wait.

Dean's hand brushed down over his ankle, and that's when the younger boy finally struck.

As hard as the younger brother could, Sam lashed out at Dean kicking him as hard as he could in the stomach. The blow alone sent Dean flying off the back of truck. Sam scrambled to his feet in the truck, trying to gain his balance with no hands, just in time to see Dean hit the ground with a resounding thud, the wind clearly knocked out of him.

Not wasting a second, Sam jumped out the truck and ran in the first direction his eyes laid on.

He had absolutely no idea where he was.

Running frantically as fast as he could, his eyes never daring to look behind his shoulder, Sam sprinted and suddenly recognised where he was; he was on the bluffs.

As he raced along the top of the cliffs, his eyes darted down towards the beach, the open water crashing in the distance against the rocks down below, the pier dazzling ahead in the moonlight.

Moonlight however couldn't guide Sam fast enough as his feet continued to try and put as much distance between Dean and himself, his hands frantically tried to work their way out of the ropes.

Suddenly everything came crashing down around him...

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Dean grunted loudly as his body tackled Sam in mid air; bring them both down to the floor with a resounding bang. He groaned inwardly knowing that had to have hurt Sam, after all the kid had no way of blocking the fall, his hands were bound.

Dean clambered off Sam and angrily threw his brother onto his back, who was hastily trying to wriggle free from Dean's grasp. Dean, who was kneeling, stubbornly grabbed at Sam's bound arms and without even casting Sam another look, slashed through the ropes, freeing his little brother's hands.

Sam instantly shoved his elder brother off as hard as he could and turned to run. Instead, Dean dived on him and angrily punched him in the face, his hands holding into Sam's mess of dark brown hair.

" Dean, please, please look at me..." Sam begged as Dean could feel Sam straining to get away, as he straddled over his brother's chest, his knees on either side of him, forcing the younger hunter to keep still.

Sam however wasn't giving up, and squirmed and bucked as much as he could to try and break free.

" Stop it, stop it right now !" Dean shouted, his hands still tangled with his brother's hair as he viciously lost his temper and drove Sam's head into the ground.

Although he didn't lose consciousness, Sam felt an explosion takes place in the back of his skull.

" Looks at me Dean, it's me, Sam..." Sam pleaded as Dean wrestled frantically with the long arms that tried to keep him at bay, but he fought them with every move he knew.

" He's lying Dean, he's lying, you have to trust me, Dean please, you got to know this is wrong, this is what he wants you to do...!"

Dean's face twisted into a snarl, as he pinned Sam's left arm to the ground, the free right arm smashing frantically into his body, head, and face. He could feel Sam scratching at his skin, pulling at his face, his ears, yanking violently at his short hair.

" Dean...!" Sam screamed as he watched as his elder brother wrestled with him, tears burning at his eyes, " Please, listen to me, you know me, you know who I am, you know everything about me, you've got to know who I am..."

Dean's eyes darkened as he stared into tear filled eyes, his face slowly lowering to the boy who was frantically trying to twist free.

" Get the hell out of my brother..." Dean growled as he reached into his back and pulled his hunting knife out. The elder hunter watched the boys eyes grow wide.

" Oh god no.." Sam whispered as he voice chocked in his throat. He couldn't even see Dean anymore; the coldness in his elder brother's voice seemed so foreign, his hatred for what he was trying to kill was so adamant.

Sam closed his eyes for a few seconds, but to him it felt like a life time. He was in way over his head, he was stupid to ever think that he could have saved them, to even consider that he was better than Dean, that he could have pulled this off.

" Blood to blood I call to thee..." Dean whispered as, " Blood to Blood, release to me..."

" DEAN..!!" Sam screamed as his voice tore through the air, his eyes focused solely on the knife as he dragged his hand away from Dean's grasp, only to have it shoved violently back down to the ground. Dean drove his knee into Sam's upper arm as he used his weight as leverage over the rest of Sam's body, his free hand now taking the task to pin the flapping wrist down.

The knife slipped into Sam's exposed skin, just missing his wrist but slicing just above it.

Sam's breath hitched as his wide hazel eyes stared at his brother Dean who was pushing the knife into his pale skin.

Both Winchester's stared at the crimson colour that ran free from the arm that was still pinned to the ground.

Sam, drove his free right hand straight into the side of Dean's head, and just as Sam had been pleading inwardly, it knocked Dean off balance momentarily.

Seizing his chance Sam scrambled to his knees, seconds away from standing when he could already hear Dean clambering back to his feet.

Sam raised his head which hung limply and his vision shot out of range. Still, he crawled a few inches away, only to land flat on his stomach when his feet were removed from under him.

" You son of a bitch..!" Dean angrily hissed as he drove his fist into Sam's face, flooring the younger boy. Dean wrestled Sam still, his hand frantically searching behind him for his knife.

It was time for the second incision.

Sam's eyes fell on the blade, it was then he understood why his co-ordination was anything but useful. His brother's stainless steel tipped blade, was an odd brown colour.

Sam swallowed as he heard Dean's voice start talking again. Dean had soaked the blade in the poison; every cut Dean made was already mixing the poison with his blood.

It was a good plan, Sam expected no better from Dean. It just sucked that it was Sam that Dean was using his hunting skills on.

Sam's mind begun to try and consider the situation that was in front of him; there was no point in fighting, he had to calm down, he had to calm down right now. The poison was already in his system, there was no way of fighting it.

Sam's time was up, but Dean's wasn't.

He could still save Dean.

" Dean..." Sam whispered, hoping that dropping his voice would make Dean look at him; actually look at him. " You've done your best, you've always done your best. All the times dad took off and left you to take charge and take care of me, you never complained once; even when I was being a brat..."

" Nice try asshole.." Dean muttered as he pinned Sam's right hand down. Dean almost felt his own breath hitch when he shoved the blade into Sam's arm and pulled it back, watching as the skin opened, the blood making pretty red streaks along Sam's pale arm.

" Whatever happens Dean, I won't blame you, I know why you're doing this.." Sam continued to say, " You're not yourself, you are not to blame, this is not your fault..."

Dean stared angrily at the face before him, but the anger was slipping quicker than Dean had imagined.

Where was the bitching..? Where was the cocky, arrogant attitude that spirits always carried..? Where were the mind games..? Where was the evil son of a bitch telling him that he was a failure..? That everything since the crash had been his fault..? That taking Sam from the hospital without him being ready was possibly the stupidest thing he'd ever done in his life..? That lying to Sam was the dumbest thing he'd ever done. That

being such a disappointment as a son had made his father leave and not even stop to consider what he was leaving behind.

Sam stared into Dean's hazel green eyes, which were wide, trapped and vacant. Dean's hands were still over his right hand, and Sam hoped that something inside of his elder brother was hitting home.

" Dean, look at me, it's gonna be ok, you and me, we're gonna go home and we're gonna grab a couple beers and we're gonna put this whole thing behind us..." Sam said his voice soft, soothing.

Dean stared slowly at Sam, and Sam's heart somersaulted into his mouth.

He couldn't believe it; he was actually getting through to Dean.

If his brother wasn't literally sitting on top of him, he'd have probably jumped for joy.

A small smile played on Dean's face and Sam felt himself smile back.

Dean stared at Sam.

" Do I really, look, that, stupid..." Dean growled out. " Get, the hell out of my brother..."

...Uh-oh...Sam thought...This can not be good...

Hovering just behind Dean, stood the red eyed spirit.

" You leave him alone, you get the hell away from him...!" Sam shouted at the red eyed mass of nothing, which continued to growl and shimmer.

" You're in no place to argue Sam..." The spirit said with an eeriness that made Sam's hair stand up on end. " It's nothing personal, business is business..."

Sam's eyes widened as he watched as the spirit came and hovered by Dean's shoulder. Dean Winchester was removed mentally from the situation, as he continued to recite the incantation over and over again, oblivious to the spirit that literally sat shoulder to shoulder with him.

Sam was sure if his eyes got any wider, they'd launch straight out their sockets.

" Finish it..." The spirit whispered to Dean.

" You touch him, I swear to god you lay one hand on him.." Sam shouted, his voice defying the fear that coursed through his veins.

" Finish it now.." The spirit snarled.

" Dean..!" Sam screamed at his elder brother as he watched as Dean's eyes glazed blankly, an expression that Sam had become used to seeing in the last few days, but had simply put it down to Dean being tired.

" The evil wills that dwells at night, in the darkest hour before first light..." Dean recited from memory. Without even lifting Sam's t-shirt, Dean forced the blade flat against his brother's hip bone and begun to drag it along his skin, the pressure increasing.

The pain made Sam gasp in shock.

" No, no, no, no, no..." Sam cried loudly as his hands groped frantically for anything to hand. Dean could not finish this ritual, he could not, and the pain, god the pain that cursed through Sam's entire body as his blood soaked hands fumbled for anything.

He looked as his eyes spotted the rocks that were lying haphazardly all over the cliff, if he could just reach one, just grab one.

Stretching, reaching, pulling, and straining against the pressure in his chest from Dean's weight, from the pain in his arms, from the poison that cursed through his dying form, to the final fleeting pain of Dean dragging his hunting blade against his stomach.

" Blood to bloo...-" Dean chanted.

The rock smashed into the side of Dean's head with a sickening thud, and slowly slid from Sam's shaking hand.

The little brother shoved Dean off him and slowly looked at Dean's unconscious body. He hadn't wanted to hurt him, this wasn't Dean's fault. Unable to stop himself from shaking, Sam's hands searched on Dean's neck for a pulse. It took a while, for Sam to be able to figure out whose pulse was beating louder, his or Dean's.

Thankfully, Dean's pulse seemed to be beating steadily.

" Oh thank god..." Sam said as his hand slowly dropped from the side of Dean's neck, his blood stained hand leaving an ugly paw print in the crock of Dean's neck.

Sam's body was beat to hell, everything hurt, but yet he knew he had to keep going.

If not for himself, then for Dean.

Sam's hazel eyes glanced around the cliff top, his eyes trying to find the red eyed bastard that had been tormenting his and his brother's life for the last week or so.

But it was no where to be seen.

Glancing back at Dean's unconscious body, he begun to messily pad his brother's body down looking for the gun, leaving bloody prints everywhere he touched. It was then Sam paused momentarily and looked at the wounds that were still streaming red blood, Winchester blood from his skin. His right arm was cut badly, but his left was worse, that cut was deep, really deep. Sam tried to block that look that had been on Dean's face when he'd pushed that blade in.

The younger boy struggled to his feet and managed to turn towards the direction of the truck. He was surprised that he could still see it, considering he'd been convinced that he'd run miles away from the thing; of course that was probably just wishful thinking on Sam's behalf.

With a glance at Dean, Sam started painfully slowly towards the truck.

" You wait there Doone, I'll be right back..." Sam whispered, unable to ignore the shaking in his own voice. He couldn't help but wonder with every step he took if it would be his last. He had no idea how fast the poison would react in his system, plus he had no idea if the way he was feeling was down to having been beaten down by Dean and a demonic red eyed spirit for the last week or so, or if it actually was the poison beginning to kick in.

Sam felt his tired feet beginning to rebel against his commands to walk, he was struggling with just general thought processing and was grateful when he spotted the notorious fruit truck sitting on its own. Opening the drivers side, just as Sam had suspected, Dean had left the gun on the drivers seat.

So not a stunt his brother would do when actually thinking straight.

Sighing inwardly, Sam snatched the gun from the seat and slowly turned back towards where his unconscious brother lay. Sam had barely caught his breath when he was lifted high into air and thrown along the ground.

Sam could feel the burning sensations in his arm as the grit and dirt from the cliff top buried themselves into his open wounds as he was dragged by the invisible force that held him captured.

Well not that invisible.

Sam raised his head and found his eyes staring into the red abyss, the very same eyes that had found him that night in the bathroom.

" You're a real pain is the ass you know that...?" The spirit growled, " You just don't know when to give up.."

" Sorry, it's not a word that often comes up in my vocabulary.." Sam muttered, as he forced himself up slowly with his hands.

The red eyed swarm yanked him by his hair into a taller position, no hands, just the feeling. The sensations of ice trickled down his back, making his blood tremble within him.

" Wake, him, up..." The spirit snarled, as his eyes bore into Sam, the strange black mist glancing over towards Dean's perfectly still figure.

Sam laughed dryly.

" Not a chance in hell..." Sam growled, " You do your own dirty work..."

" You think I need him to kill you..?" The spirit snarled, " You think I can't do it myself.."

" If you could, you would have already..." Sam hissed, " Now back off..."

" Back off..? Who, you..?" The spirit whispered into Sam's ear," Why would I do a dumb thing like that, you think I kept you alive for this long for me not to get what my kind needs..."

Sam yanked his hair free from the grip, strands falling from his head as they hung limply in the air. The spirit stayed exactly where it was, as Sam scrambled over on his hands and knees towards Dean.

" What your kind needs..? I'll sure as hell tell you what your kind will get..." Sam snarled as he snapped the safety off and raised the gun towards the spirit.

" Is that your big plan Sam..?" The spirit smiled, " To shoot me..?"

" It beats the hell out of yours..." Sam said as he held the gun steady, and raised the gun towards the spirits eyes.

" He'll be dead before you even fire that gun..." The spirit said simply, " Don't you understand Sam, don't you get it..? I'm inside of him, in his head, he'll do whatever the hell it is I ask him to do, and you know what's really sad, is that he even knows that it's wrong. He knows everything he's done to you was the wrong thing, but you know what, he still did it..."

" Shut up..." Sam snarled, as his finger tightened around the trigger.

...FIRE... Sam's mind screamed at him...FIRE...

But he couldn't.

" Leave him alone..." Sam whispered, " Please, just leave Dean alone..."

" Dean's so consumed with guilt, and hurt and pain..." The spirit whispered as he hovered towards Sam, who protectively, dragged himself in front of Dean's unconscious form.

" He'll die like that Sam, feeling like that, the guilt eating him alive every single day..." The demonic spirit explained, " He was like a homing beacon, so welcoming, so for filling..."

" Tell me what you want, and I'll do it, I'll give it to you, just let him go, just let him walk away.." Sam begged, " Please, I'm begging you, I'll give you what you want.."

So much for plans.

Sam had talked himself into going through with this whole night, going along with the plan to try and kill this spirit, had allowed Dean to slice him like a bad kebab just to get this evil son of a bitch to show its face.

But bargaining with the bastard, that hadn't been in Sam's plans. He knew it was foolish, after all, heck, it was evil he was bargaining with, but he was sure he had to do something. This thing had no intentions of ever letting Dean go.

So maybe trading himself in exchange for Dean's freedom might buy his elder brother enough time to get better, get stronger and get the hell away from here.

The red eyed spirit hovered menacingly over the Winchester's. Sam's hazel eyes never left the red eyes spirit, but his blood slicked hand held the gun level, his other hand protectively on Dean's hip.

" Ok..." The spirit finally said its voice horse and dry. " This is what I want..."

Sam sucked in his breath.

The gun flew from his hand and landed a few feet away, his frantic hazel eyes straining to find it. His body was picked up from the ground and hurdled away from Dean, as the younger boy crashed heavily a couple of feet in front of the fruit truck.

" I want you both dead...!!" The spirit screamed, as Sam struggled violently to push himself up with his hands, the trauma on his body was becoming too much. His vision swam desperately out of focus as he tried to find Dean.

His eyes scanned where he was sure Dean had been lying, but there was nothing there.

The world was beginning to fade to a dirty shade of black.

" Did you really think that I would let him go...?" The demonic spirit snarled, as Sam felt the pressure in his neck grow, his body slowly being picked up the floor. " Did you honestly think, that I would be stupid enough as to let you go..? You don't even know what you both have, the gifts that run through your veins. You don't deserve it. You stupid little boy, you will never ever understand the power you have..."

" Bite me..." Sam managed to choke out, his hazel eyes picking up something in the distance. " I hope your back up plan works out better than your first one..."

The spirit dropped Sam in a heap on the floor and whirled around to be met with a shaken figure crawling towards the gun.

" No...!" The red eyed spirit screamed, " Dean no, you don't want to do this..."

" Shoot..!!" Sam screamed at his elder brother, as he watched as the spirits eyes glowered red. Sam instantly realised what it was about to do.

Struggling to his feet, Sam threw himself at the red mass, and found his body entangled amongst the red mist.

" You stupid, stupid boy...!!" The spirit screamed as the black mass dissolved around Sam's body and reformed inches away in front of a gasping Sam.

" Don't you get it..? You kill me, and it'll be the biggest mistake of your life.."

The force of the blow that was levelled at Sam, the younger boy certainly hadn't expected. As his body collided heavily into the door of the fruit truck, Sam's world vanished into an inky darkness...

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Dean Winchester's hazel green eyes flickered open slowly.

God, who had invited the friggin marching band around...?

His head was as heavy as lead, but the noise, man, didn't people know how to keep it down.

And why the hell was his bed so uncomfortable..?

Forcing the fog from his eyes, the elder brother pushed himself into a sitting position, and his eyes instantly grew wide.

Either his bedroom was in need of a visit from the 'Extreme Makeover' team, or he wasn't in his room.

" What the hell...?" Dean said as he looked around in the darkness, and was about to call the automatic response when his eyes settled with great alarm at a fight that was taking place several feet in front of him.

Sam was tangling madly with some black, red eyed...

And then everything smacked Dean straight in his face.

His legs were already struggling to stand, as his eyes never left the fight that was taking place. His hazel eyes spotted his gun lying on the floor.

His hands gingerly picked it up.

" Shoot...!!" Came Sam's scream from the distance.

Dean looked into those hope filled eyes. They were pinning everything on him.

" Don't do it Dean..."

There it was again.

That damn voice.

But it was different this time.

The voice he'd been hearing all this time, it suddenly had a face.

And it was that face that had his little brother strung up like a piñata.

He watched helplessly as Sam soared through the air and smashed into the truck, his body landing lifelessly on the floor.

The gun was already raised and pointing straight at the red eyed spirit before it had even had a chance to turn around.

" You can't kill me Dean..." The spirit hissed, " You can't..."

" Maybe not.." Dean said with a snarl, " But I can sure as hell try..."

He didn't say another word, he had no idea what was in the gun; but he fired.

And fired

And fired

And fired

And then failed to register as the barrel rolled around empty, the useless clicking falling to deaf ears.

Dean watched as the spirit screamed, its body struggling violently as the bullets thudded into it. The body danced around, as the black mass illuminated the dark night sky as it burned.

It's evil, crimson red eyes, finally exploded.

And then there was nothing but a pile of smouldering ash...

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