Summary: With Dean still in an coma, Sam and his father had decided to go on with there mission. On the final battle John dies leaving Sam alone. Now Sam is the only one to take on the family business. But what if he doesn't want to. Who will save the people now? …Short story…

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By Venetrixis

Chapter 3

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Dean watched as the building past by him. It was pass 4 in the morning. Sam had taken him to a popular club in the city. After a few drinks and dancing Sam had finally gotten tired and has suggested to go home.

" This is so weird."

" What going clubbing with your brother is weird?"

Dean turn to his brother, a smirk on Sam's face. " Yeah! That and…how your living your life."

" Normal."

" Yeah."

" Don't you think we deserve it?" Sam asked, his voice voided of any emotions.

" I guess but… I don't know." Dean looked out the car window, this time watching the lights. " Do you.."

" Hunt… No." He took a right turn, just passing the yellow light. " I'm another kind of hero. I fight against peer pressure and teen….ahhh." Sam began to scream, taking his hand off the wheel.

Dean took a hold of the steering wheel instantly, watching as his brother screamed in pain. " Sam!!!"

Sam put his hand on his head, trying to ease the pain as images came flashing in his mind. The images were scattered, flashing from one point to another. Shadowing of people running, lights, sighs and alleys all coming in one.

"Sam!!" Dean screamed, trying to get his brother to tell him what's wrong. " Sam! What's wrong?"

Sam breath heavy, finally glad as the images passed. " Sam." He turned to his brother seeing the worry in his face. " Nothing."

" Nothing?" Dean questioned. Sam sunk himself down at the seat, looking at the time on the car as it flashed 5:00 in bright green. Same time as always. Sam thought. Whatever these things were, they always manage to be on schedule.

" Hello?" Dean wave his hand in front of his face. " That was not nothing."

Sam sigh deeply, turning to his brother. I guess I should tell him, he thought. Sam told him of his dreams, the images he saw and the repeating event that would happen. The victim always being girls in their late 20's, different nationalities and region of the world. But in the end it was always the same, they would be killed and say their last two words, 'Save me.'

Dean listened intently to his story. " Do you know who these people are?"

" No... all I know is what I saw."

" Well then. I guess we have ourselves a hunt." Dean said cheerfully.

" Dean I don't do those things anymore."

Dean looked at his brother, shock at the word coming out of his mouth. " Their calling for you. Calling for your help. Please do not tell me that your going to let them die."

" We don't even know if their alive!" Sam said defensively.

"So your going to let other die, just because you want to live a normal life."

" Don't you think I deserve it!… I'm done with this. I'm done with everything."

"Who ever you are, you are not my brother. My brother would have been glad to save people. Protect them from whatever is out there. Shield them from the demons of the world. He cared about strangers more then he care for himself."

" Dean…"

" Whatever Sam, if you don't want to come then fine. I'll do it by myself."

"Welcome to Hollywood, land of the sexy and beautiful." Dean watched as two girls walked by, swaying theirs hips as they walked. " Uhh. God I love America."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. " Ohh come on Sam! You can't serious not want to bang them… Because I hell sure do." Dean leaned his head to side, looking at the girls ass. " Hey." He said charmingly. " I'm Dean…I'm rich."

The girl giggled as they turned to him, Dean giving him one of his charming smiles. " They dig me."

" I'm sure." Sam said sarcastically, watching as his brother turned to another pair of girls.

" Dean, we're not here for girls were here for the killer."

" Oh come on Sammy. Have a little fun." Dean waved at another girl, as she giggled pass him. " Hey if I get lucky. You can have one of them."

" I didn't come with you to scout girls." After their conversation in the car, Sam had finally agreed to go with Dean. For the fact that he didn't want any to happen to him.

" Sam… I haven't gotten laid in a year. I have serious catching up to do. And if these lovely girls are willing. Who am I to stand in their way……Hey." Dean nodded at the girl, as she turned her head around, checking him out.

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother. Turning to his right, watching as a group of girls did a dance routine to a music video. Sam walked towards the set, mesmerized as the girls did their little moves. Sam walked closer to the set, not bothering to watch where he was going, bumping into someone, and feeling hot coffee spill over his shirt.

" Ahhh." Sam screamed, trying to cool himself down.

" I'm so… so sorry." She said trying to tap napkins on his stained shirt. Sam took of his shirt quickly, not wanting his skin to burn anymore. Holding the shirt on his right hand with his arms in the air.

" How hot is that coffee?" Sam asked looking at the steam coming of his shirt.

" I'm so sorry." She tap his chest still, not noticing his shirt was now gone. " Ah hum." Sam forced, trying to get the girls attention. Her mind completely off the subject.

" Ohh. I'm sorry."

" I know… I can tell." Sam said, taking away the napkin in her hands. " Its okay."

" I'm sorry.. I'm just so busy and then she yelled at me because the coffee was to hot. Then I had to get another coffee but she wanted it fast or else she would fire me. Then there were more orders and I had to listen to them while I walk and they talk so fast, I couldn't remember everything they said. I swear I'll pay for your shirt, please don't' fir…"

" Whoa there, its okay I'm not going to fire you." Sam tired to calm the girl down, after watching her talk without breathing. " Breathe."

She sighed in relief happy that she was able to keep her job. " I'm sorry." She smiled apologetically at him.

" Its okay, I swear. I just need a new shirt." Sam stared at his shirt, a slight steam still coming from it. He smiled at the girl reassuring her. " So, I'm Sam." He held out his hand.

" I'm Kaie Wangland." Taking her hand into her.

" Irish?"

"Half, my father is."

" Hey Sam!"

He turned to his brother carrying a bag in his hand, sun glasses on his head. " Where did you get that?" Sam said pointing at the bag.

" Some guy came up to me, saying he wants me to star in a T.V show. Saying I'm TV material." Dean said proudly, a wide grin on his face. Sam looked at him confusedly. " Some show called Supernatural or something. I really wasn't listening. So anyway he gave me a bunch of crap and told me to call him."

Sam stared at him, not knowing what to say. " Ahhh. Are you sure he wasn't just in to you?"

Dean put a serious face on, narrowing his eyes at Sam. " Or not." Sam finished, chuckling at the expression Dean made. Dean nodded at his brother, yea that's right you better take it back, Dean thought.

" So did you find anything?" Dean questioned, looking though the bag.

" Just the girls." Sam turned, pointing his heads at the dance group. The girl previously now gone. I guess she went to get coffee, Sam thought.

" So one of them are next."

" Yea but I don't know who." Sam scanned the girls, trying to see which one was in his vision. After some research Sam had found out that the murders were not all around the world. But sets in the Warner Brother's studio. Recent news articles have posted a series of missing and dead women, all taking place in the sets. The world lot was miles longs, all including the major and small cities from every era. They know he had a lot of ground to cover, and getting lost was not an option.

" I'm gunna go check the place out." Dean put the sunglass over his eyes before walking away from him.

Sam walked down fake Toronto, looking up at the tall buildings as they pass. They do really make it so real, Sam thought. It was about 11 pm, he had been trying to call Dean for an hour now and still no response. He's probably messing around with some famous movie star, Sam thought. Thinking that it would be so like him.

Sam watched as car went by, guessing that they actually use the set roads as actual road to get around the lots. That explained the taxi, Sam thought. He turned to the alley, finding himself in a small town a few minutes later. The town was small, with no light for the exception of the houses here and there.

The place looked like it came out of western film, and for all he knew it probably did. The houses were made of worn out wood, some hanging from the ceiling. Broken window, empty bottles and sand everywhere. Sam commented to himself how real the place looked.

He walked around the place some more, wanting to see the whole place. After a mile or so he found himself in forest. Tall tree's everywhere he looked and a dirt path that lead the way. Sam walked down the path wondering if he should turn back. He knew he was definitely lost, maybe turning back wasn't a bad idea.

Sam turned only to stop when he heard a scream. He ran towards the direction, jumping over rocks and fallen tree's. Sam heard the scream again, this time loader then before. Who ever was screaming sounded like they were in danger. He ran faster, wanting to get there as soon as possible, only to be stop by a cliff.

He looked below him seeing a girl on the corner of the cliff, two hooded men coming towards her. They carried knife, gloves in their hands, their face and body covered by their robes. They came closer to the girl, as she plead for her life. Sam knew he couldn't get there fast enough but he had to try. He looked for a way to get down finding a steep step on the other side of the cliff a few yards away.

Sam looked down at the girl one more time, only see Dean punch one of the men. Sam ran towards the steps, hoping that Dean would stall long enough for him to get there.

Dean blocked the second man as he tried to stab him. Kicking Dean to let him release his grip on his arm. " Run!" Dean yelled at the girl, who had not bothered to move from her spot. Crying her eyes out from the event. Dean kicked the man coming towards him, pushing him to the ground.

He took another blow from the man behind him, forgetting that he was there. Dean back up slightly, watching him as he held his knife. " Their will be more." The man said darkly, a small grin on his face.

Sam watched the scene below him, the man Dean had kicked getting up to his feet. Dean cornered himself to the cliff, cursing himself out after doing so. The two men nodded at each other, before running towards Dean. Their knife in the air. Dean kicked the man on his right, taking the other by his head and bashing it to the cliff. The other man attacked again aiming his knife at Dean's neck. Dean took the man's arm stopping it a few inches from his neck.

Dean held tighter on the man hands, turning the knife slowly. Making the blade face the man. He pushed some more, making it go nearer to the man's neck. Dean smiled at him, knowing that he was going to die. The blade now only a centimeter away from his neck.

The man smiled back at him, his eyes looking pass Dean's shoulder. Dean turned slgihtly, watching on the corner of his eye as a man stab him in the back. Sam watched as his brother let go of the knife, allowing man to take control of it. Sam ran faster, finally getting to the bottom. He watched as in slowmo as the man held up his knife again. Dean on his knee's staring back at him.

" Dean!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Author note: Sorry for not updating. Been busy. I only wrote this b/c I was waiting for my other to be grammar checked… so I couldn't post it. This one isn't grammar check so for all my mistakes I'm sorry.

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