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Chapter 19: - I'm Your Brother!
Outside, Sam had kicked aside the bags of groceries, ignoring the pain that shot though his fists as he hammered them against the door. Finally throwing all caution aside, he backed up several paces and ran at the door, using his full weight to break it down.
Smashing through and charging in looking around wildly, he watched in horror as Dean looked at the gun in his hand and raised it to his temple.
Alex shook away the stars as Sam burst into the room, blood flowing freely down her face. Hearing the click of a safety of a gun being removed, she turned, her eyes widening as Dean raised a gun to his head.
Leaping at him, she grappled for the gun, clawing at his hand as she tried to break his iron clenched fist. Sam watched frozen as the pair rolled across the floor, Dean slamming Alex's head hard against the ground as she tried to force the gun free. She let out a strangled cry as her head collided with the hard floor, her skull groaning under the pressure. She struggled against him wildly, crushed beneath his weight as he pinned her down. Writhing and kicking out as she tried to break free, her face reddened with determination. Wrestling him for control, she threw a punch, her fist connecting hard with the side of his face, stunning him. Forcing her way free from his strangle hold, she tried to drag the gun away from his forehead, a gun shot piercing the air.
Sam closed his eyes instinctively as the shot rang out, his body shuddering as the vision he had had at the bar came true. The room filled with a deathly silence as everyone held their breath. Opening his eyes a crack, he saw Alex and Dean lying on the floor, their eyes closed. Dean's head lay on Alex's chest, bleeding from the temple, the gun lying abandoned next to them.
He watched as Alex opened her eyes hesitantly, groaning as her own head throbbed painfully. Looking down at Dean's face lying across her chest, her ears ringing with the gun shot, she cupped his face in her hands feeling for a pulse.
Apprehension filled the air as she struggled to find one. Seconds felt like hours as she looked up at Sam, her eyes swimming with unshed tears.
"He's okay," she whispered, breathing a sigh of relief. Rubbing her knuckles, she rested her head back down on the carpet. "The bullet hit the ceiling."
Sam let out an enormous sigh as the demon, who had shrunk away, seethed as yet again its plan was spoiled.
Leaping out, it jumped Sam, slamming him hard against the table and knocking him to the floor, thirsty for blood. Its overgrown finger nails clawed and gouged deeply into Sam's throat, as Sam struggled to throw him off.
Alex, pushing Dean off her gently, climbed unsteadily to her feet desperate to help whilst Sam squirmed, letting out pained breaths as the demon drew blood.
Sensing movement, the demon turned on her seeing her reach for a gun. "You're a meddlesome little witch!" it hissed, releasing its grip on Sam, the latter struggling to breathe as he sank back to the carpet, gingerly touching his bleeding throat. It advanced on her as she backed away.
"Sam, a little help would be nice," she said, drawing the demon away from him and the weapons.
The demon glinted malevolently, drawing out a large knife.
"Sam!" she exclaimed, continuing to stare into the demon's eyes, unable to tear away her gaze. "Anytime now would be good."
Her back pressed up against the wall as she ran out of room. Smiling, the demon advanced till it was only millimetres away from her. She could smell the musty odour of its clothes and its disgusting breath, her stomach turning in revulsion. 'This wasn't good,' she thought.
The demon smiled at her, sensing fear as it plunged the knife deep into her side making her inhale sharply. It smirked as it twisted the knife making her let out a bloodcurdling scream as white hot pain shot through her body. It watched in delight as her knees buckled beneath her, her breath ragged and laboured, perspiration shining on her bleeding forehead. She involuntarily leant against it, gasping for air, her head pressed firmly against its chest, pain blurring her vision.
Sam, watching it happen as though in slow motion, struggled to regain his balance. He forced himself off the ground, his legs refusing to obey him. Using the table to steady himself, he watched in horror as the demon withdrew the knife, forcing Alex to emit another strangled cry, before readying itself to strike again.
"NO!" Sam shouted, leaping forwards and grabbing its arm, twisting it up behind its back. He pummelled his fists into its spine as he dragged it away from her and threw it to the floor.
Alex's eyes watered as shooting pain erupted up her side. She sagged against the wall weakly, struggling to control her rebelling legs.
Sam pulled out a gun as he stared down at the demon with hate. It had hurt himself, Alex and more importantly Dean. The demon grinned up at him maliciously as Dean stirred on the ground and rose to his feet, standing before them pointing a gun at Sam.
It smiled as its power seeped through Dean's body, Dean's willpower too weak to attempt fighting back.
Dean had woken, his head pounding. Seeing a gun beside him, he grabbed it knowing something wasn't right. As his eyes adjusted to the light in the room, he struggled to his feet, his eyes widening when he saw Sam lying on the floor, the demon that had killed his mother and Jess standing over him.
'Oh great,' Sam thought inwardly, as Dean released the safety, pointing it at his chest.
"Let my brother go!" he shouted at Sam, thinking he was the demon.
"DEAN! I am your brother!" Sam shouted back in frustration.
"NO YOU'RE NOT! YOU KILLED MUM AND JESS!" Dean spat, his finger twitching on the trigger, his eyes dark with murderous intent.
Alex, wheezing as she leant against the wall behind him, groaned as she clutched her throbbing side. Looking at the back of Dean's head, she focused her last reserves of energy on breathing as she moved to pick a lamp up off the table. She crept towards him, hardly daring to breathe. "I'm sorry," she whispered, as she brought it down hard on his head.
Sam stood frozen as his brother crumpled to the floor unconscious, not noticing the demon at his feet trying to escape.
"Sam!" Alex exclaimed, as it jumped through the window, showering the room with glass.
Sam cursed under his breath at his momentary lack of concentration and ran towards the window. He saw the demon reach the path, grinning back at him for a split second before it disappeared into the undergrowth, leaving Sam to stare after it.