Ch: 6 the last chapter
Summary: Sam has just confronted Dean, what will happen? Will either brother survive each
other?
Dean stood up and walked to feel Deena's pulse. There was none, she was dead.
"You just killed her." Dean said as he put his hand out for Sam to shake it. Sam just
stared at Dean's outreached hand as if it was pink and fluffy.
"You want me to shake your hand?"
"Yeah, I was getting a little tired of the slut. You know me, I just hit it and quit it."
"You made me kill dad!" Sam screamed as he tackled Dean to the ground.
"Get off me!" Dean grabbed an empty beer bottle and broke it over Sam's head.
Sam fell back off of Dean and held his head. Sam kicked Dean in his jaw
causing blood to drip down his chin. Sam stood up and punched Dean in the eye.
Dean kicked Sam's legs from underneath him. Sam stumbled but didn't fall.
Dean got up and planted his fist into Sam's stomach, knocking the wind out of him. Sam
doubled over in pain and Dean brought his elbows down onto Sam's back.
Sam pushed Dean to the ground and stood on top of his chest, slowly crushing him.
"You're gonna pay!" Dean said as he tried to squirm free.
"No, you're gonna pay." Sam took his left foot and crushed Dean's throat. Dean started to make
weird noises from his throat, but Sam continued to stomp Dean's throat. After five minutes
of Sam stomping Dean in his throat, Dean's body went still. Dean's throat was a bloody mess,
Sam's foot was covered in Dean's blood. Sam stomped Dean's throat one last time before
getting off and dragging his brother's body into the room where John was. Sam placed his
brother's body by John's. Sam was looking in Dean's jacket when he found a 9mm.
"This is perfect, said Sam. He placed the gun into his mouth, and wrapped his lips
around the barrel.
Dean had returned back from to woods to the hospital. He looked like he been through hell.
It wasn't easy cutting out the tongue of the Bayne, but he did it. Finally he made it to
Sam's room. The same nurse from earlier was attending his brother.
"How is he doing?" asked Dean as he got closer to the nurse.
"He's doing... what happened to you?"
"Uh, some trash fell on me."
"Ok, said the nurse. He's doing fine, he soon should be waking up. Do you want
to change out of your clothes?"
"No, I'm ok," replied Dean. The nurse just looked at Dean and left the room. Dean
pulled out the Bayne's tongue and took it out of his jacket pocket.
Sam pulled the trigger of the gun. Everything happened so quick, he didn't feel a
thing. Sam had blown a hole in the back of his neck, and he could feel his warm blood
gushing on him, but he wasn't in pain. What was the deal?
Dean placed the Bayne's tongue into Sam's mouth. "Come on, wake up sleeping
beauty." Sam's body started to go into convulsions. Dean tried to restrain him, but
Sam was shaking so violently, that Dean had to call for help. Doctors and nurses came into aid
Sam. Finally Sam stopped shaking, his breathing was shallow. Slowly Sam opened his eyes.
"Where am I?" asked Sam.
"You're in the hospital son, you had a bad accident." said a doctor.
"Dean?"
"Sam?" Dean pushed his way through the crowd around Sam.
"You're ok bro." said Dean. One by one the staff began to leave the room. The doctor said
that Sam could be released the next day, if he didn't have anymore problems that night.
When the doctor left the room, Sam broke down.
"What the hell Sam?"
"I killed you, Dad, Deena, and myself."
"Sam, you were having hallucinations. That's what happens when you get scratched by
a Bayne."
"It felt so real," said Sam as he wiped the tears from his eyes.
"But it wasn't. You were dreaming, that's all. Who's Deena?" asked Dean.
"Some girl that we were messing with."
"Was she hot?" asked Dean
"Shut up Dean! Sam suddendly went pale in the face and coughed up the Bayne's
tongue. Dude, what the hell did I just cough up?"
"Uh, it's just some hospital food." replied Dean as he started to laugh in Sam's face.
"This isn't hospital food Dean, what is it?"
"Oh, it's just a little Bayne's tongue."
"Dean!"