AN: see this UD right here, this is why i always got the extra cookie :D
The pain pulsating dully through Sam's body was quickly forgotten as he awoke to find Herne bent over Dean, suffocating the life of his brother. As Sam watched in horror, Dean's movement ceased and Herne pressed further to extinguish what life Dean had left.
Sam launched himself back towards the fray, adrenaline fueling his body. "HEY!" he yelled furiously, and as Herne turned to look, Sam's fist connected solidly with the Hunter's face. The blow had its intended effect, throwing Herne off balance and off of Dean's neck.
Herne regained his footing and crouched, growling, "Haven't you had enough? I just killed your brother. Join me, and you may live."
Fearing the worst, Sam glanced at Dean to make sure he was still breathing. That mistake was all Herne needed to press his advantage. The ax once again swung its way towards Sam's neck.
TWANG!! Metal crashed on metal as Sam brought his sword up, acting purely on instinct. But his stance couldn't stand the weight of Herne's thrust, and Sam fell back. He tucked and rolled back, remembering training sessions with Dad. As he completed the roll, sam stayed low, his lean muscles building power.
Herne stalked after him, matching a step with every back-step Sam took, "C'mon Sammy! I know you've got the fire! Let it burn! Show me that fire, attack! Kill!"
Sam refused to be goaded. He said with quiet anger, "we just wanted a vacation, not this."
They circled, each waiting for the other to attack. Sam was unsure what to do, but he also feared that Herne would out match him in a long term battle.
But he needn't have worried. With a roar, Herne took two great strides. Sam was ready. As the ax whistled through the air once again, Sam kept his long legs wide and crouched low, bringing his arms up in a block. Though the swing sent shock waves through his body, Sam was firm and as the ax fell away, he changed his grip on the sword and drove it into Herne's gullet.
"YARGH!" Herne's scream was more of rage then pain and Sam backed up, eyes wide.
Herne grabbed the hilt sticking out of his body, and with a savage growl, he ripped it from his body. He flipped the blade, flinging his own blood across the ground. He held it in his left hand, right still clutching the battle ax.
"Now Sammy, we're showing some backbone, aren't we?" Nothing but bloodlust shone in his eyes, "I'd love to see your spine!" He ran at Sam, who dived out of the way, rolling once again. Sam looked frantically up the street for Dean's sword. 20 feet ahead, it laid next to his brother's unconscious form.
Sam ran towards it, but no sooner had he taken two steps than he felt white-hot pain running from his left shoulder to his right hip. "AHH!" Sam went down hard, arching his back. Eyes squeezed shut in pain, Sam rolled over, not wanting to give Herne an easy shot.
Instead of going in the the kill, the Hunter sat back on his heels, standing over Sam. He sighed, "Oh, I had hoped for you two to join me. Shame both shall die." He walked around Sam, lying prone on the cobblestones, breathing hard.
He stopped at Sam's left, putting his ax in it's holder. He raised the sword, point down, over Sam's chest. "A true shame." He brought Sam's sword down.
Sam kicked across into Herne's wound with all the power he could drive into it. The Hunter stumbled back and the sword stuck uselessly in a crack in the cobblestone. Not bothering to to try and free his sword, Sam ran for Dean's. He picked it up and spun around, fatigue setting in. The slash across his back was bleeding profusely, requiring more energy than he had to spare. Weary and panting, Sam faced Herne once again, sure his end was coming quickly.
Herne laughed, throwing Sam off, "Oh dear boy, you are a treat! Yes, I can see why the demon wanted you. Such power! But yet..." He pondered, making his way slowly back up the road towards the brothers. Sam was getting really worried about Dean; he hadn't moved. No Sam, focus, he's not dead, he thought furiously, he's depending on you!
Herne made one final lunge, which Sam sidestepped. His defensive move paid off. As Herne went past, Sam reached for the ax and pulled it from its sheath, while pushing off against Herne's back. The ax weighed about the same as an obese child. Lucky for Sam, Herne took a moment to regain his footing. As he turned back on the youngest Winchester, Sam had it resting on his should like a baseball player.
"Why you little!" Herne rushed him, "No one touches my-!" His threat was cut off by his very own weapon cleaving his neck in two. Sam had swung with all his might, his aim deadly. As it passed cleanly through its owner, he let it go, and propelled by its own weight, it fell 5 feet from Herne's head.
Sam sank to the ground, utterly spent. He lay there gasping for several minutes, assessing his injuries and gathering strength. Dean! He looked over at his brother, still lying prone on the ground. "Dean!" He scrambled up, slightly dizzy, "Dean! C'mon!" He kneeled next to him and shook him.
Relief washed over him as Dean groaned and coughed, "Sammy? Wha' Happened?"
"Oh, thank God!" Sam helped his sibling up, "I, uhh, killed Herne."
"Knew ya could, little bro. Crap, I'm gonna have a headache for a week." He groaned again and massaged his head.
A door flew open and a woman flew out, nearly knocking Dean over again. She clutched him, "Oh, you are safe, you have saved us from the Hunt."
Sam looked over her head at Dean, hiking an eyebrow. Dean just grinned and enjoyed Sonia's affection. Sam shook his head and started walking back to their hotel, trying not to move his back too much.
YAYS!! but wait..that is not a decent ending!!! more to come!!! ;)