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Blood Moon

Chapter six

Sam walked out of the bathroom dressed only in jeans as he towel dried his hair. He swallowed hard when he saw Dean sitting on the bed holding the gun in his hand, a gun which maybe tonight would be ending his life. Dean saw the look on Sam's face and quickly put the gun down next to him.

"It's okay Dean, you need to be ready." Sam said assuming the gun was for him.

Dean couldn't believe how calmly his brother talked. It was as if he was asking him if he was ready to go to the store, not as if he was asking him to be ready to kill him if necessary.

"It's not going to come to that Sam."

"But if it does…you know what to do."

"Yeah, I know what to do." Dean reassured Sam but he knew the 'what to do' didn't include killing his brother.

Early evening

Dean knew he should be out looking for Barnet but there was no way he could leave Sam alone. He dreaded the coming night and what it might bring. He stood at the motel door looking out into the slowly darkening night while Sam paced nervously inside. Sam suddenly walked over and stood next to Dean, his eyes filled with tears.

"Dean…I can feel it….I can feel it happening….I'm sorry…I'm sorry but you got to end it for me.…" Sam knew it would just about kill Dean to shoot him but he knew Dean had no choice, it had to be done. "Oh God…." Sam moaned as he wrapped his arms around his stomach as pain shot through his entire body.

Dean turned around and looked at Sam, his own eyes filled with tears. It was obvious Sam had been infected. His brother stood in front of him his eyes rimmed in red, his fists clenching and unclenching at his side as the pain left his body and his mind began to fill with rage as it reacted to the virus in his body. Dean could tell Sam was trying to control his emotions but it was impossible. He watched as his brother's face turned from fear to a mask of hate and rage, but he also knew Sam wouldn't turn into a full werewolf until he made his first human kill and tasted their blood. There might still be hope for him.

"Get away from the door!" Sam glared at Dean.

"No." Dean said as he held his ground.

"I said get away from the door!" Sam grabbed Dean's arm and threw him across the room.

Dean quickly recovered and ran over and once more blocked the door.

"I can't let you go out there Sam."

"Move!" Sam screamed as his eyes began to turn yellowish.

"You're not going anywhere Sam!"

"Get out of my way!" Sam once more threw Dean across the room. This time he hit the wall hard and winced as he slid down it then sat at the bottom of it stunned as he watched Sam approach him. Sam's face softened and Dean could tell his brother was trying to fight back his anger. "Dean…do it…. end it now … please…." Sam begged Dean as he looked down at him. But a few seconds later Sam couldn't fight it any longer as the rage he felt took completely over. He reached down and grabbed Dean's arm and threw him once more across the room, he then started to head for the door. Dean knew he had to react quickly, if Sam got out and attacked someone and tasted their blood there would be no hope for him. He took out his gun and ran up behind him, then slammed the gun hard against the side of Sam's head. Sam fell to the floor stunned.

"I'm sorry Sammy." Dean knew he had to act fast. He retrieved the handcuffs and rope from under the bed then pulled Sam's arms behind him and handcuffed them then tied his feet together with the rope. He then took duct tape out of his backpack and put it over Sam's mouth. Then as if trying to calm a wild animal he put a blindfold over his brother's eyes. Sam quickly recover from the blow and began to struggle violently against his restraints.

"Sorry Sam but there's no way I'm blowing you away."

He then went outside and opened the trunk to his car. He rearranged the weapons inside putting most into the hidden compartment under the trunk, the rest he tossed into the back seat. He then went back into the motel and picked up Sam who continued to struggle. Then as gently as he could he put him in the trunk. Sam kicked out wildly as Dean lowered the trunk lid. Once shut Dean patted the top of it. "Sorry Sammy." He said softly as he listened to his brother kicking the inside of the trunk. He blinked back tears as he jumped in the driver's seat and headed once more to the woods hoping to come across Barnet. Tonight he'd take Barnet down, or die trying.

TBC