-:-Chapter Four -:- Die you son-of-a-bitch!
"If I can't have you, Dean. No body can have you!" Cassie screamed to herself as she tracked behind Sam.
"You arn't worthy of Dean. No body is worthy of Dean!" She cackled as she played mind games with Sam.
Sam had called Dean ten times now. Every time getting his voice-mail.
"Oh god. What if something happens to you and I can't stop it!" Sam thought to himself.
"It's your falt Samuel. You're the reason Jessica is DEAD! You're the reason why your mother is dead, and now Dean is going to die because you continue to live. If only you were dead, Sam. You would save Dean, and everyone else you love. Oh thats right you only have Dean left." Cassie whisperes into Sams ear.
"Shut up! It's not true! The Demon killed Mom and Jess." Sam screamed tears blurring his vision.
"Sam what would you do to save Deans life?"
"Anything, and everything!"
"Then stop living on borrowed time, stop stealling breathes, and just die."
By then he was sobbing uncontrollably, his vision was shot to shit from his tears. The salty liquid blurrying his vision so much he was swurrving all over the road. He didn't even see the car coming on the other side of the road.
"Do it Sam! Save Dean and end your pityful excuse of a life!" Cassie screamed.
Sam jerked the car to the right, driving it over the edge. The car rolled multiple times, throwing Sam of it.
The car the had been approaching from the other side, saw everything. The drive slammed on the brakes and pulled over. They rushed over to see if they could help, and was disgusted by what they found.
Sam was lying there dying, trying so hard not to cry. But it was no use, he would never see Dean again. It was his fault, he was to weak to fight of the vengful spirit of Cassie Robinson. How could he of been so weak as to let that bitch get into his head, let her manipulate him like that!
"Sammy!" His name tore through him. Dean was there and he was broken and shattered on the inside.
"Fuck sakes Sammy. Why can't you just do as your told for once!" Dean sobbed as he picked up Sams head and placing it in his lap.
"It's not my fault I was raised by you." Sam quipped, trying to lightin up the situation. "I'm dying, arn't I Dean."
"Don't say that Sammy. You can't die, okay. What would I do if you weren't around for me to protect, love and be loved by?" Dean questioned he could hear the faint sounds of sirens in the back ground and praized the enventore of the cell phone.
I won't to appologize. I have no Idea why it tock so long to get this up but it did, sorry for the wait.