Careful What You wish For
AN: Thank you guys for reviewing!! I'm so happy that so many of you are liking my story. I hope that you all keep reading and I'll update as often as I can.
Warning: Language
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Chapter three
"Sammy... Not that... I'm complaining or... anything... but this... is starting to get... really uncomfortable..." Dean said. His breathing had become fine at least ten minutes ago and still Sam showed no signs of letting go.
"You've just had it with the chick-flick moment", Sam said.
"Can you...blame me...? But... Come on... I'm fine..."
Sam sniffed and wiped his tears away before releasing Dean. But as uncomfortable Dean said he had been in Sam's arms, he had no strength to get to another position on his own. Sam noticed that when Dean didn't move and without a word helped him to sit against the wall.
"You okay?" he asked Dean.
"Super. No, geek... boy... What do you...say you try that... door again?" Dean replied. "And if... that doesn't work then... look around the... room", he added.
"Okay..." Sam said and got up. He tried the door but it was still locked. "Damn it!" he cursed and hit the door in frustration. The only thing he managed to do was to make his hand hurt.
Dean couldn't bring himself to say that it was okay. The look on Sam's face was so desperate, almost as desperate as he himself felt. He was suppose to be in control, he was suppose to know how he could get Sam into safety. But he didn't, and it scared the holy Jesus out of him.
"Die... Die...Die..."
"Sammy?"
"Yeah?"
"This chick... really has... a problem with... me", Dean said. He saw Sam gulp and almost regretted that he had said anything.
"Do you have any idea what she did to you?" Sam asked.
"No... Just that it... hurt... Still... does..."
"I know that much", Sam mumbled.
"Oh, come... on... We've faced... worse than... this..." Dean tried to cheer Sam up.
"Have we?" Sam asked, his voice a bit harsher than he had intended. "We are in a house with a spirit that could come back any time now. We are locked up to a freakishly small bedroom with no way out. You are dying and we don't even know what's going on with you!" Sam took a deep breath and looked Dean in the eye. "So tell me: Have we really faced situation worse than this?"
Dean looked at Sam's hazel eyes and just then realized how scared his baby brother was. God, the kid was terrified.
"You're such a... drama queen... you know... that...?"
"Dean!"
"Hey... this situation... could be worse..." Dean said.
"Oh yeah? How?"
"You could be... the one dying..."
Sam shook his head. "If I was in your place we would have a better chance to get out of here", he said.
"What the hell... are you talking... about?" Dean asked, confused.
"Dean, I'm not good at this! I can't get my eyes off you long enough to take a better look at this room cuz I'm so damn afraid that when I look back at you will be..." Sam let the end of the sentence floating in the air between. After a short break he continued: "I'm just so scared..." he admitted.
Dean watched as Sam slid down against the wall next to him. Their shoulders were touching and for a second Dean thought that this would be a really good place to let go. But that thought left his mind as soon as it had came to it.
"Sammy... I know... you're scared... okay? You have... every right... to be... But still... don't think... I'd be doing... any better... if I was in your... shoes... You're my... kid brother... I'd be... pounding... my head against... this wall..."
Dean was sure he saw a little smile on Sam's face.
"I believe... you can... get us... out of here... You'll... find a... way... And hey... It's not like... I'm dead already... I'll help... as much as... I can... okay Sammy...?"
Now Sam was certainly smiling. "You said 'us'."
"Huh...?"
"You said 'us'! You didn't say: 'I believe you can take yourself out of here', you said 'us'!"
"Well... take that... as a sign of... unbelievable amount... of faith... I have in... you, little... brother..." Dean said, not wanting to get into a chick-flick moment. "Now... I really think... you should... take a look... at this room... I let... you know... if I feel... any worse..."
"Promise?"
"I... promise..."
"Good. Stay there."
"Are you... kidding me...?" Dean said sarcastically and Sam laughed, despite of himself. He got up and went to the old bed that was in the other side of the wall. He looked under it, took the covers off, flipped the mattress over and came out with nothing but a picture of a small five member family. A girl, a man, a woman and two boys, other one in a wheel chair.
"This is the spirit, right?" Sam said when he showed the picture to Dean.
"Yeah, she's... the middle one... Looks younger though... I guess those... two... are her... parents..." Dean replied, pointing at the oldest looking ones in the picture.
"That would make sense. So those two are her brothers then?" Sam wondered out loud.
"Suppose... so... Go and search that... closet over... there..."
"Yeah", Sam said, still looking at the picture. Something just looked off. Even if the family was smiling brightly, their eyes just lacked the happiness they should have. Sam shook his head and put the picture to his pocket as he started to look through the closet.
Meanwhile, Dean had broke his promised. Or not technically, as he kept repeating to himself. He didn't feel worse. In fact, his left leg couldn't feel anything at all anymore. Dean had noticed the numbness making it's way through it but he hadn't paid any attention to it until now. And slowly but surely, it was taking over his right leg, too.
"Die... Die... Die..."
"I found something", Sam said, breaking through the spirit's voice. "They look like diaries", he said when he dropped two books to Dean's feet. He picked up the other one and flipped through pages. "Sweet mother of God...!" he suddenly said.
"What?" Dean asked.
"Take a look at this picture", Sam said and turned the book so Dean could see. The older hunter's eyes widened. The girl and the younger looking of the boys were tied up to a table and the father and the older boy were smiling like lunatics. As they seemed to be. The boy and the girl were both badly bruised and bleeding. But what shocked Sam and Dean the most was that the father was holding a saw and looked like he was anxious to use it.
Dean gulped. "That's sick... No wonder... why she... is so pissed."
"It says here that: Frank and Matthew used a saw on Tim today. They cut of his left leg." Dean's hand went automatically to his left leg. Lily screamed like a pig in a Christmas table the whole time. Tomorrow, we are gonna get his right leg." Sam closed the book. "This family was insane!" he said.
"Tell me... about it..." Dean replied. "Can you... read more... or do you want... me to... do it...?"
"No, I can do it", Sam assured, opening the book up again. He turned page after page, each one showing a beating or Tim losing yet another limb or body part. When Sam came to the last page, Tim had lost his both legs, both arms, both ears and an eye. And he was still alive. "This is the last page", Sam said. "Today was the big day. We took out..." Sam stopped reading and his eyes became wide as plates.
"Sammy...?"
"They took out his heart! They killed their own son!" Sam said, dropping the book from his hands. "He killed his brother!" he whispered. Dean was kicking himself for not insisting that he would read the book. He took the other one, assuming that it would tell the same story about the girl. That's why he was so surprised that it looked like a normal journal.
"This is... her diary..." he said, reading the first page. "She started it... after her brother... died... Seems like... they were... close... She is furious..." Dean turned the page. "Matthew killed... their parents... he said.
"What?"
"Yeah... Says here that... Matthew... left the... house after... he had killed... Tim... Went to... med school... Lily went after... him..." Dean turned the page again. "But... she never found... him... She's written... just few lines... about each day on...the road... She came... back here... and surprisingly... Matthew... came back... Wanted to... settle things... between them... Wait..." Dean turned the page and frowned. "Here's another... picture... Matthew... fooled her... Killed her... too..." Dean showed the picture of the dead girl and Matthew smiling next to her. "You are right... Sammy... This family was... screwed up..."
"So, if Matthew first tortured Lily's brother with his parents, then kills them and eventually Lily too, wouldn't that leave Lily kinda pissed off?" Sam said.
"And now... she's killing me... With almost... the same way... they killed Tim... Would make... sense... I am the... older one... of us..."
"What did you say?" Sam asked.
"That it'd... make sense cuz... I am... the older..."
"No, before that. About she killing you the same way they killed Tim. How would you know that?"
Dean looked at Sam, who looked back quite accusingly, almost angry. Me and my big mouth...
"Die... Die... Die...
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AN: Okay, so now you know a little more about everything. Please let me know what you think! My school doesn't start for another week so I'll update as soon as I get a chance and of course, if I get a lot reviews, I'll try to update even sooner. ; )
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