Who am I?

Disclaimer: I don't own the show Supernatural or the characters I just like to play with Sam and Dean and then send them home again.

CHAPTER 10

Sam forced himself to calm down, remembering what Dean told him about the demon feeding off chaos and panic. As he slowed his breathing he concentrated on the demon holding all of them, his concentration had to be splintered, a small smile played on Sam's face as he realised what he can do.

'What are you smiling at?' The demon snarled a thin sheen of sweat covered the human face of the creature.

'You,' Sam said simply, 'it must be taking an awful toll on you keeping four of us under your power.'

'It is nothing,' the demon panted, 'this human is weak-bodied that is all.'

'Nah I don't think so.' Sam could feel the pressure building in his mind, but a different pressure to that of the demon or his sprite. The pressure came from his overwhelming need to protect Dean, Missouri and the innocent holding the demon's essence. 'I am not going to let you hurt them anymore.'

'Oh you're not?' the demon shook its head, the hold he held over the humans started to waiver.

Sam closed his eyes and felt the metaphysical punch gathering strength as he opened his eyes he let it fly; the demon-possessed police officer flew across the room crashing unconsciously against the hallway wall.

Missouri fell to the floor, her breathing rapid but slowing down with each intake, Sam fell awkwardly but was able to roll at the last moment to avoid completing wrecking his injured leg. Dragging himself over to Dean he stopped next to his brother and had to wait until a wave of dizziness passed over him and he could breath freely once again. 'Dean?' he whispered touching Dean's shoulder, his older brother lay so still amidst the wreckage of the bookcase, blood trickled down the side of his face from a thin cut on his left temple, his left eye bruised and already swelling shut, the bruise running down the side of his face. He must have collided with the bookcase on his left side. Quickly Sam checked the rest of Dean's face and neck, with a shaking hand he reached down and checked his chest. So far so good, but then he saw the growing pool of blood coming from under Dean. Holding his breath, he carefully placed his hand under Dean's shoulder and after two attempts; he managed to roll him over enough to see the damage done. A splintered piece of wood was embedded in Dean's left side, just below his shoulder blade.

'Dean?' Sam cried out, worried that his brother had not moved yet.

Missouri dropped down next to Sam, her face still pale but she looked a lot better, 'let me see Sam,' she said gently placing a hand on Sam's. He glanced up at her and blinked through the unshed tears, 'he's not moving Missouri.'

'But he's breathing and got a pulse and that's all that matters right at this moment.' Missouri said trying to sound as positive as she could. 'Okay I'm going to roll him right over onto his stomach ... that's it ... okay Sam can you just make sure that he's not lying on his arm or anything?' Missouri fussed over Dean making sure that no other injury would be aggravated or that he had any obstructions to his breathing before she ripped his T-shirt and pulled it away from the protrusion in his back. The cloth felt tacky and stuck in places to the already congealing blood. He had lost so much blood already.

Shaking her head, she risked a glance up at Sam before she checked the puncture wound closely. As she probed the area around the injury Dean groaned and tried to move.

Sam placed a steadying hand on Dean's shoulder, 'hey dude I need you to lie still.'

'Sammy? What happened?' Dean asked after three attempts to speak.

'He threw you against a bookcase, you ah, you have a piece of it sticking out of your back.'

'Fuck, is it bad?'

'Dean honey, can you feel anything?' Missouri asked breaking into the brother's conversation without giving it a thought.

'No, no just feel kinda heavy, like I got a weight on me.' He answered with a frown, 'Sammy what's going on?'

'Dean it's going to be okay,' Sam assured his brother, ignoring the terrified look on Missouri's face.

'I – I can't ... we need to get Dean to a hospital.'

'No,' both boys cried out together.

'No more hospitals,' Dean grunted, 'Sammy can fix ...'

Sam opened his mouth but then closed it, he could feel the rush and the metaphysical punch rising again, this time he concentrated on the piece of wood protruding from Dean's back. The large splinter shook slightly and then started to painstakingly inch out of the wound. With a stomach-churning suction sound it finally broke, loose from the entry point, globules of blood, muscle, and flesh sticking to it. Flinging it aside Sam used scraps of Dean's ruined T-shirt to clean around the unnatural opening. His shaking hand accidentally hitting the tender skin harder than he intended eliciting a hiss of pain from Dean. 'Sorry,' Sam whispered as he continued to clean the area.

Missouri visibly shook herself out of the shock that descended over her and hurried as quickly as she could to get her first aid kit and a herbal poultice.

Half an hour later they managed to clean Dean's wound and dress it without too much drama, the possessed police officer lying in a deep sleep on one couch and Dean propped up on the other one with Sam next to him. Missouri flittered between the three young men, checking all of their injuries constantly and passing around herb teas.

'Missouri sit down before you fall down,' Sam said with a wan smile, 'we're fine.'

'Dammit woman you're making me dizzy,' Dean grumbled, 'sit for Pete's sake.'

Missouri sat down and took a heaving sigh staring at the police officer, 'poor boy, he won't know what happened when he wakes up.'

'And when will that be?' Dean asked a little sharper than he intended.

'When he does boy, don't you go questioning me.' Missouri shot back, 'oh my ... look at my living room.'

'What about the demon?' Sam asked as he let his gaze roam around the damage done to Missouri's furniture and living room.

'He fled after you ... what exactly did you do Sam?' Missouri asked her eyes narrowing suspiciously.

'I – I ah don't really know, I'm not sure even if it was me doing it.' He admitted shakily.

'Look Missouri, we really appreciate your help and we hate to leave things like this but I think it will be safer for you if we leave.' Dean said wincing when he tried to move.

'Uhhuh, and exactly where are the two of you going? I hate to say this but you both look like death warmed up and you can barely move Dean. Who's going to drive? I mean Sammy can't remember anything? Can he remember to drive?' Missouri snapped her anger rising unreasonably fast.

'It's Sam and he'll be fine,' Dean grunted, Missouri's sudden outburst getting to him ... it was too out of character for the woman. 'We'll find a remote motel to hole up in.'

'Missouri, we can't thank you enough for what you've done but Dean's right, we have to go it's too dangerous for you if we stay.'

'Boys I'm sorry, I didn't mean to snap but...' Missouri couldn't feel anything for the boys, no warnings, no words of encouragement nothing. 'perhaps it would be for the best if you do leave.' She finished suddenly changing her mind, 'an' it best be before this poor unfortunate wakes up.'

'What are you going to tell him?' Sam asked a frown creasing his expressive face.

'That someone broke in, and he got knocked out tackling the intruder.' Missouri shrugged, trying to hide the overwhelming feeling of relief flooding her with the news of their leaving. She shook herself psychically telling herself it was just the residual effects of the demon's control.

'Fine, okay I'm gonna go and get our bags and take them out to the car.' Sam said paling as he slowly stood, waiting for the dizziness to pass and his sight to clear before he moved to the two duffle bags sitting just inside the door. He looked at the woman with a raised eyebrow but didn't say anything he carried one bag out to the impala slowly but surely taking one step at a time. Finally, he finished loading the car and then came back for Dean.

'Perhaps you should stay one more night?' Missouri relented a little when she saw the pallor of both faces.

'No, no we'll be fine ... amazing how the open road can make a guy feel so much better.' Dean gave her a lopsided grin and slid into the passenger's seat grudgingly.

Sam gave Missouri an awkward hug and got in behind the wheel. Taking a deep cleansing breath he forced himself to be calm as he put the car into gear and reversed out of the driveway. Neither of the Winchester brothers looked back at the woman looking forlornly at them as they drove away. Neither of them saw the shadow hovering behind Missouri and watching them.

Sam helped Dean into the motel room as they gazed around in shock, although it was a pleasant shock this time. The double room was clean and fresh smelling.

Two double beds side by side had fresh covers on them with a small shelf dividing them. Directly opposite the door, a small and neat kitchenette complete with a microwave, coffee supplies, a toaster and other necessary items. A breakfast bar with two high-backed stools. A heavy cabinet with drawers stood directly in front of the beds with a large TV on it, a wardrobe next to it and the bathroom door on the other side of the cupboard.

The entire unit was clean, tidy and smelling lightly of musk and roses. 'Wow,' Dean breathed easing himself down on one of the beds, his back ached from the long drive and the poultice made it itch.

'Yeah wow is right,' Sam agreed, 'hey ah I had better check that wound before you lie down.'

Dean grumbled under his breath but let Sam help him out of the shirt and then remove the bandage and poultice. 'Well I think we can get rid of that,' Sam said tossing the dried and stinking bag of herbs and other weirdness aside. He washed the scabbed-over wound and re-bandaged it, 'whatever was in that thing was amazing Dean, no infection and it's already scabbing.'

'And itching,' Dean growled wanting to rip the bandage off and scratch.

'Don't scratch,' Sam smacked Dean's fingers away while he finished dressing the injuries and helped him back into his T-shirt.

Dean watched Sam gingerly lower himself down onto his own bed, easing his aching leg out, shaking his head he thought of something to say but couldn't think of anything, suddenly he felt so tired and lethargic, just close his eyes for a few minutes and he'll be fine.

Lying down on his right side Dean continued to watch Sam until his eyes got too heavy and he fell into an unnaturally deep sleep.

Sam glanced down at Dean satisfied that his brother was asleep before he got up and limped over to the breakfast bar where they set up the laptop. Not sure exactly what he was looking for he started to comb through the files on the portable computer.

Stopping when he saw 'Sam's log' on one of the files, curious he clicked it open and stared at the small window asking for the password. He sat back chewing his thumb nail trying to remember what he would use as a password. Finally, after several aborted attempts, he hit on the right word and the file opened to show his own personal journal.

Peeking over his shoulder, he made sure that Dean was still asleep while he read the entries he had written. None of them sounded familiar and it was like he was reading someone else's life.

Dean moaned and shifted slightly, the dream flashed in his mind, jarring fragments filled with blood and gore.

Flashes of bodies piling up around him, all mangled and missing parts. He stood unable to move in the centre of the carnage. Then he saw Sam so close but so far away from him to reach. Another image impaled itself on his mind, Sam's body laid out on a pyre, his eyes open but empty, the sockets dark and filled with swirling mists. A long cut down Sam's torso gaped open showing glistening muscles and bones, his heart and other organs all visible. Before Dean could comprehend the impact of the image, everything changed again this time he stood on the edge of a black void. A hollow nothingness filled his senses suffocating him.

'Dean!' Sam's screams came from the darkness, 'please Dean help me!' Shaking Dean went to step off the edge to follow Sam's voice but he found he was frozen again, forced to watch the horrific parody of death and mayhem in full technicolour.

A young woman stood to his right whispering sexy little thoughts into his ear, her tongue darting out to lick along his pulse, ending up on his ear lobe she claimed it with her mouth, the tip of her tongue playing along the sensitive skin.

Her hand roamed down his body and up again until she found his right nipple. Her sharp fingernails raked over the tender nub eliciting a gasp from Dean, the tantalising pain almost too much to bear.

He felt her fangs digging deep into his flesh, ripping through the layers until she pierced his artery, thirstily she drank from him as an orgasm raged through his body.

'Dean help me, please.' Sam's repeated cries for help faded as she held Dean enthralled by her magic. His body tingling and jerking of it's own accord, coming over himself he felt the relief of the tension for the briefest of moments before he hardened again. He felt a second pair of hands on him, scraping fingernails down his hips and thighs, digging into his tender sac. A hoarse scream came from his lips as he threw his head back, his veins corded and bunched on his throat pulsed hard against his transparent skin.

'Dean why didn't you save me?' Sam floated in his line of sight. 'You let me die Dean why didn't you save me?'

'Sammy.' His brother's name caught in his throat as another mouth covered his, a tongue plunging down his throat, he felt like he was being consumed inside and out.

The images blurred and changed again, and Dean found himself standing at the pyre again staring down at Sam's eviscerated body. A sharp pain in his stomach made him look down, he felt his body floating upward, something pulling him upward until he hovered directly over Sam's body. The pain flared again and he screamed as the knife sliced his stomach open, his own blood dripped down on Sam. His eyes wide with horror saw the tree-lined alcove morph into a room, Sam lay on the bed below him his eyes wide but still sightless, as flames engulfed him their snaking tendrils moving upward seeking out more fresh meat.

Dean's eyes snapped open sitting upright he coughed choking on the acrid smoke filling his lungs. The stench of burnt human flesh filled his nostrils, his stomach rebelled as the taste, and smell reached it. Stumbling he crashed into the end of Sam's bed trying to get to the bathroom before ... blindly knocking Sam over in his rush to expel the contents roiling in his stomach he finally made it to the toilet as the purging started.

'Dean?' Sam's muffled voice came from behind but all Dean could see was flames smell the stench of burning flesh and the choking thickness of the smoke curling around them. His stomach rose violently and expelled the last of its contents, the retching made Dean convulse as he clung to the porcelain bowl like a life-line.

Sam eased himself down on the edge of the bathtub and gently rubbed circles on Dean's back carefully avoiding his puncture wound. After seemingly hours though it was only a matter of minutes Dean lifted his head and sank back until he sat on the floor his head and back resting on the cool wall. He looked up at Sam with a pathetic look of a little boy in his bloodshot eyes. His complexion had a greenish tinge under the two bright red spots on his cheeks and the purple-blue bruise running down the side of his face.

Silently Sam passed him a soft wash cloth rinsed out in cool water and waited patiently for Dean to speak first.

'Water?' Dean finally croaked out, his throat feeling as though he swallowed a pack of extra-sharp razor blades.

Sam handed him a small glass of water and watched Dean intently as he took a few tentative sips, closing his eyes he relished the coolness easing the heat of his throat.

'Dean?' Sam asked hesitantly but tired of waiting for some sort of coherent explanation from his brother.

'Sammy, help me up.' Dean held out a shaking hand and let Sam haul him upright, bracing each other they made their way back into the main room, Dean dropped on his bed and heaved an exhausted sigh, Sam sat down on the other bed and straightened out his bad leg. Sweat beaded along his brow from the effort of concealing just how much pain he was in when he saw the distressed look lingering in Dean's eyes.

'What is it Dean?' Sam asked quietly, 'what happened?'

'Nightmare I guess,' Dean replied his voice quivering with pent-up emotions and an overwhelming feeling of impotence.

'What was it?'

'Aren't the nightmares and visions supposed to be your gig?'

'Dean, what did you see?' Sam persisted ignoring the small dig at his visions.

'Fragments, nothing really solid,' Dean started but then he saw the determined look on his brother's face, 'hey what's that look for? I'm the one who just puked all my insides up!'

'Dean, you were thrashing about, screaming and ... by the time I got to the bed you were up and running to the bathroom.' Sam explained with barely concealed impatience. 'You saw more than fragments.'

'Fuck it Sammy, can't you drop it?'

'No.'

'Fine, I saw death Sam, death, blood and guts all over the place. I saw you lying on a funeral pyre with your body sliced open and your eyes gone,' Dean spat out the words his anger finally breaking free, 'then I was standing on the edge of this big black void and you were calling me for help but I couldn't move. Then there were these vamps doing things ... biting and feeding and ... other things. Next thing I was back at the funeral pyre but this time I felt a burning pain in my stomach, then I hovered over you on a bed, your body cut open wide, and your eyes were open. Last thing I remember was a cut appearing on my stomach and then the fire starting around you.'

Sam sat back stunned at Dean's tirade and at his description of the nightmare. 'You saw me die?'

'More than once.' Dean said spitting out the words, 'and everytime I couldn't get to you ... I was frozen and forced to either watch you die or see your body afterwards and nothing I did could change it.'

'Dean I ...'

'Skip it Sam,' Dean dismissed Sam's attempt at comfort.

'Here,' Sam passed Dean a couple of pain killers and a fresh glass of water. 'Take these and try to get some rest.'

'Sam I ...'

'No it's fine Dean, rest please.' Sam said rolling over until Dean was staring at his back. 'I'm tired myself.'

Dean laid on his right-side the vomiting aggravating his back enough to make it hurt to do anything else. He watched Sam sleeping, there was something different about the way he slept though. Dean let his mind wander a little, noticing just how stiff Sam's back was, usually he curled up on his side or slept with his face buried in the pillow. Panic rose in Dean's chest without warning, cutting off his air supply, gasping for air he tried to wake Sam, when he saw the smoky black cloud hovering over their beds. Sam wasn't asleep he was unconscious, 'No, leave him alone.' He screamed desperately trying to move but his body wouldn't respond.

He could feel the blood running down his back and side from the puncture, the warm tackiness of the blood pooling between him and the sheets. Concentrating on Sam he forced the pain and sense of impending doom out of his thoughts, he had to save Sammy.

He watched Sam roll onto his back, or rather someone pushing him until he lay face up. The black cloud started to form into the semi-corporeal body of man floating above Sam, stretching out until it met his extra long limbs and body.

Dean's body started to shake uncontrollably as he fought to regain control, 'get away from my brother you bastard.' He cried out through clenched teeth.

'He's mine Dean and there is nothing you can do about it.' The demon bragged his hand caressed Sam's face and down his body, 'he is an empty shell ready to be harvested. His memories burnt away, now with one last kiss I shall have him body and soul. Say goodbye to your baby brother Dean.'

'Fuck you.' Dean ground out.

The motel room filled with the acrid stench of sulphur as another presence filled the cramped area. 'What the fuck is going on here? A demon convention?' Dean spat out as he saw the yellow eyes he had embedded on his memory.

'What do you think you are doing?' The yellow-eyed demon snarled at his minion.

'Master, I ah ... playing' The shadow demon pulled away from Sam and careened across the room, 'I have him Master.'

'For what? The Winchesters are mine and no one else is to touch them without my express orders.'

'I own Samuel Winchester,' the shadow declared as it materialised into a more human form, tall with a face similar to Sam's, black hair and fathomless black eyes, fangs protruded from the slightly elongated jaws, the thin red lips curling in a permanent sneer. 'I have his memory,' he produced a glittering orb filled with a shining ball of silver and gold sparkles. 'I am the one who controls him not you, stop me and I will smash it and then he will be useless to you. He will be a mindless vegetable, with no memory and no personality. I have his essence, I have Sam Winchester all you have is an empty shell.' The shadow demon laughed maniacally at the looks on both The Master Demon and Dean before he disappeared leaving behind a cloud of fetid smoke.

The yellow-eyed demon turned on Dean ready to destroy the elder Winchester when he saw the empty body of Sam lying on the other bed. 'No, no not this time Dean Winchester I will be back to claim you, but for now I need you to protect the body until you can retrieve Sam's essence.' He said with an almost tender cadence to the tone of his voice.

'I will never help you.'

'No, I don't suppose you will but you will look after the body of your brother and you will hunt down that moronic idiot who has Sam's mind and memory in that orb.'

'What are you going to do?' Dean asked an overpowering feeling of weariness descended over him; he couldn't stay awake any longer.

'Make sure you don't fail and then I will be back to collect the both of you.' Were the last words Dean heard as his eyes closed.

TBC