Careful What You Wish For
AN: You guys are so great that I didn't let myself eat anything sweet for FOUR days cuz I haven't updated... (And that's a long time for me) But I hope that after this I can allow myself to buy me chocolate. After you have read, please please PLEASE let me know what you think of it. :D
Warning: Language
Disclaimer: You know, I did ask Santa to bring them to me, I even asked my parents would it be possible to buy them but I STILL don't own them...
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Chapter four
"Answer me, Dean! How would you know how she's killing you?" Sam demanded.
"Like... I said... it makes sense..."
"Don't lie to me, Dean!" Sam yelled. "Tell me what's going on! Now!" Sam's voice was more panicked than angry. But mostly it was just frustrated. Why couldn't Dean just let him help? It wasn't like it was Sam's first time...
"Okay, Sammy... But you ain't... gonna like it..." Dean said.
"Just tell me", Sam pleaded.
"Okay... uh... I... can't feel my... left leg... and it seems that... in a while I... won't be able... to feel my... leg either..." Dean said. "So I think... she's killing me... the way that... they killed Tim... Which means that..."
"Eventually she's gonna stop your heart", Sam ended the sentence for Dean.
"Told you... you weren't gonna... like it..." Dean said. Sam put a hand through his hair.
"This can't be happening..." he mumbled.
"Yeah... this wasn't actually... in my calender... either..." Dean said as a lame attemp to cheer Sam up. "Come on... little brother... I still think... that you can get us... out of here..."
"Yeah, but I'm starting to doubt it", Sam admitted. He looked around the room, helplessly. There had to be something that would help him to figure things out. A slightest hint of the spirit's, Lily's, weakness. Sam didn't have a long time to think about it, though. A cold wind went through the room and suddenly Lily was standing there right there in front of him. After eyeing Sam for a moment she turned to Dean.
"Die!" she ordered, as of frustrated that it was taking so long.
"Don't... push it... missy... You made... this happen all... on your own... You want... me dead... quickly... should have... done it... already..." Dean said, each word being more painful than the last one.
"No!!" Lily screamed. "You're no good for him!" Dean and Sam exchanged confused looks. "You don't love him! You just hurt him again and again and them you beg for forgivness!" Lily said.
"You... talking about me... or Matthew...?" Dean asked. This chick was really starting to piss him off. What did she know about anything?
"They're all the same", Lily said. She kneeled down in front of Dean and became so close Dean could have touched her face with his nose. Sam made an effort to move but the look Dean shot him kept him glued to where he was. "I'm making it better for him. Better for all of them." And with another blow of air she was gone. Sam was frozen to the spot, his mind blank. Better. Had she just said better?! He was brought painfully back to reality when he heard Dean gasp for air. The older man was way paler than five minutes ago and breathing was clearly a hard task for him.
"Dean?" Sam panicked, making his way next to him.
"She really... doesn't like... big brothers..." Dean said, though it looked like it was the hardest thing he ever had to do.
"Don't talk, Dean. It just makes it worse. Take deep breaths, okay?"
Dean gave Sam a how-the-hell-do-you-expect-me-to-do-that? look. His chest was on fire and his lungs screamed for oxygen. "God..." he wheezed out. Then he realized something. "Uh... Sam...?"
"Yeah, Dean?" Sam said a little feafully.
"I can't... feel... either leg... anymore..."
It was Sam's turn to gasp for air. No, no, no.. they were suppose to have more time than this... Soon Dean wouldn't be able to hear him and as much it hurt Sam to see how painful talking was to Dean it would hurt him even more if he couldn't hear anything from him.
"This is... bad... huh?" Dean said. For him, talking was 1. a way to keep himself from falling unconscious 2. a way to keep Sam from thinking their time was up.
"You still think we have faced worse than this?" Sam asked, his voice full of tears.
"Of... course... All the... time..." Dean said matter-in-factly. "Can't think of... anything... right now... but..."
"Have you watched Disney movies?" Sam asked, curiously.
"Where... the hell... did that... come from...?" was Dean's reply.
"Oh... nowhere, I was just thinking", Sam said. Dean eyed his little brother for a second but let the subject drop. Not that he was gonna let Sam away with that question. He was give him a hard time when - okay, Dean had to admit it to himself - if they got out of this together.
"So... you think... she has a... weakness...?" Dean asked, trying to keep Sam's mind off his dying big brother.
"I don't know. She seems to think that big brother's bring nothing but bad things to their siblings' lives", Sam answered.
"Really...?" Dean said sarcastically.
"Shut up. What if we proved her wrong? She may let you go..."
"How... are we... suppose to... do that...? I'm not... in a condition... where I can... save you... from falling... down from that... window... or something..." Dean said. Sam shrugged, shaking his head. It had been a long shot but he just couldn't think fo anything. "You... know... if the diaries.. were hidden... in that closet... who says... there isn't... anything else...?" Dean said. Sam looked from him back to the closet and deciced that it was worth a shot. He went to the closet, pushed few old coats aside and knocked on the back wall.
"It's hollow!" he said.
"Huh...?"
"It's hollow. There's something in there!" Sam said, his voice a bit more exited. Maybe they did have a chance... He kicked the back wall, making a little crack. He kicked a little harder until there was a hole that he could fit in.
"Be... careful... okay?" Dean suddenly said.
"I will", Sam promised and went through the hole. What he saw was so not what he wanted to find. "Oh God..." he whispered.
"Sammy...?"
Sam swallowed thickly. "This is uh... this is the room where they... did everything..." Sam walked around the what seemed to be the exam table. For all he knew Lily's body could be somewhere in the room so as much as he just wanted to get the hell away from there he sucked it up and went through every possible place that Matthew could have hidden the body. What he had learned about the family was that it could be anywhere.
But as crazy as the family was it didn't seem to be stupid. Sam searched for a good half an hour and came out with nothing. The hope that had grew up in his chest blew up like a ballon. Tears made their way to his eyes again but he blinked the away. He had to keep it together. He took a deep breath and prepared himself to tell Dean the bad news.
"Found... anything...?" Dean asked as soon as Sam was back in the bedroom.
"No. She's not in there. I guess Matthew barried her somewhere else." Sam tried to keep his voice casual but he and Dean could both hear the panic.
"You'll... be fine... you know..." Dean said. "She'll... let you... out as soon as..."
"Please, Dean, stop..."
"Sammy... I can't feel... my legs... or my right... fingers... anymore..." Sam rose his eyebrows. "Yeah... thought... it'd be better if... I just slid it... in there... Anyway... It doesn't seem... like... I'm getting... out of here... alive..."
"Dean..."
"You... know it... as well as... I do..." Dean pointed out. "Just... promise me... you won't do... anything stupid... when you get out... of here... okay?"
"Like what?" Sam asked, trying to avoid the subject.
"Promise... me, Sam...", Dean said.
"Dean, I..."
"Sammy."
The tone of than one little word, the simple look in Dean's eyes that told Sam Dean had given up made Sam nod. He couldn't stop himself. He didn't want to give up, not yet, not when Dean was still alive in front of him. Suddenly all the events of the last hour and the fact that they wouldn't be getting out of this hit Sam and his knees gave under him.
"Sammy?" Dean said, worried. Sam was on his knees, his other arm around his stomach and other keeping him up. "Sam...?"
"I can't do it, Dean", Sam said.
"What...?"
"I can't just go on with my life like nothing had happened. I mean, that's what you want me to do, right?" Sam saw Dean nod slightly. "Well, I can't! I tried, Dean, I really tried but I can't find a way to kill her. I'm sorry, I can't save you but I can't give you what you want either... I'm sorry, I'm so sorry I failed you, I..."
"Hold it... right there... Sammy", Dean said. "You have not... failed me... Why the hell would... you think... that...? I'm proud of... you, Sam... Always have... been... What do you... think I really... thought when... you said you... were going to... Stanford...?"
Sam looked up, completely taken by surprise.
"God... I wanted to tell you... how proud I was... and how... happy I was for you... But I was... so afraid that... Dad would kick... you out... as he did... So I just kept... telling myself... that you ran... away and that... I was mad at you... so it wouldn't... hurt so bad..."
Tears dropped on Sam's cheeks. No way would Dean tell this to him if he didn't know this could be his last chance.
"You've been through... more than anyone... ever should... I'm so sorry for that... and I'm so proud... of you... Just remember that... okay...?" Dean finished his hear braking speech.
"I will, Dean..." Sam whispered. Dean smiled a little.
"Die... Die... Die..."
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AN: Got to say, never been this dramatic. I have one or two chapters to go, I don't know will I just make it into one... So if you have something to say, you better say it now. Aaaanyway, school starts for me in two days (oh, yei...) and I'm like so behind so I don't know when I'll be able to update. Sometime during next week, though, I promise. :D
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