Disclaimer: I do not own either of the Winchester Brothers. Nor do I own Papa Winchester. (I'd rather own Sam, if I had the choice)

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Creatures mentioned thus far. Roman Chimera, Japanese Nue, and the Hindu Vetala

FYI- my friends and I have adopted the name of Trogdor the Burninator for The Demon

Chapter 5: Dean?

Sam lay on the ground, still in the shock that had ensued from hearing his brother's spine snap. The Demon stood silhouetted by the setting sun. His eyes shone as he looked down at Sam.

"Now, Sammy boy, that we have all the distractions out of the way. Follow me." The Demon walked back into the house as Sam rolled over on his stomach, the force gone that was holding him down. He stumbled over to Dean and turned his body to face his brother's. Not only was his back snapped, but his neck had snapped as well, his leg bent in an awkward position. Sam felt tears well in his eyes as he examined his brother's body. He growled inwardly as he realized that the Demon had used more force than was necessary to off this one man. What was it that Dean gave Sam that was so dangerous for the Demon? Love?

Sam sat back, cradling his brother as Dean had done for him so many times before. The only way the Demon had any chance of controlling Sam was through his brother. Sam stared down at the gun still clutched in his brother's hand. If Dean had thought that that gun would work on this Demon's hide, maybe it would. He prayed it would. He didn't want to incur the wrath of the Demon for attempting to kill him. If he was going to incur anything, he was going to have other demons on him for killing this one. Perhaps.

He laid his brother reverently down and walked slowly back to the house, the gun clutched firmly behind his back. The Demon stood in the doorway, leaning on the sill, looking down at Sam expectantly.

"Well now, there was no need to say good-bye. When the Vetala gets back, it will love your brothers body." The Demon smiled down at Sam and then stared at him in surprise as Sam cocked and raised the gun he had pried from his brother's body.

"Oh, well now, this hasn't been done before." The Demon said sarcastically. "You know you can't kill me." Sam smiled stiffly.

"We'll see about that wont we?" He fired the gun and the bullet impaled the Demon through the heart. The Demon growled in his human throat and his eyes glowed brighter.

"You son of a bitch," the Demon growled and his body glowed where he had been shot. The bullet hole sparked and the light in his eyes disappeared. Sam stood panting for a moment and then pocketed the gun. He ran back to Dean's body.

"Dammit, Dean," Sam grunted. He studied his brother's mangeled body again and then let out a sob.

"Come on now, Sammy, I cant have you blubbering like that. Geez, this is why I say your still a kid," came the voice of Dean from behind him.

Sam wheeled around and stared his ghost of a brother in the face. He did a double take from the body to the spirit and then slowly let down the corpse.

"How..?" Sam began, but Dean shook his head and shrugged and took Sam into his ghostly arms. Sam gasped. He was cold. Sam could feel him and he was cold. Colder than anything he had felt before. Sam put his arms around his dead brother and cried silently into his leather jacket.

"Now. You remember what we did with dad's body, right?" Sam shook himself away form Dean.

"What are you taking about? You're going to stay with me." Sam sounded desperate even to himself.

Dean shrugged. "Maybe. I need to make sure you don't kill my baby, right? Burn my body, Sam. I don't want that son of a bitch Vetala taking over my body and torturing you. Do it Sammy," he added in a louder voice as he saw Sam shake his head. "Burn it in that damned house."

"But the Nue, the Chimera?" Sam suddenly remembered the beasts.

"They ran when they heard your shot. Now do it, Sammy, I don't know how long that Vetala will be separated with that Mantra."

Sam nodded and dragged his brother's body across the yard, the bile rising in his throat, threatening to gag him. He dropped the corpse next to the Demon's old host. He frowned down at it and cleaned the blood away from the man's mouth. He set up dry underbrush around the corpses and ran to the car, picking up rock salt from the trunk and a lighter. All the while, Dean was following behind him, whispering a mixture of encouraging remarks and teasing questions about things from Sam's college days. Sam smiled warily and poured the rock salt over the bodies, as a just-in-case.

"Good-bye Dean," Sam said with a lump in his throat. He tossed the lighter into the house with the bodies. The flame caught on the underbrush immediately and the air was soon filled with the scent of burning flesh.

"I'm not going anywhere, Sammy," Dean whispered in Sam's ear as Sam took as step back from the growing blaze. "I promised I would keep you safe. Always."

Sam turned around and looked Dean in the eye. "Are you sure you want to stay with me, Dean?"

Dean shrugged. "Well, it's either stay here or go to hell. If you don't mind a ghostly figure stalking you, I'm fine with staying. Besides, now I can peek into those hotel rooms where you know they're watching porn and no one will notice me."

Sam frowned. "You wouldn't."

"You're right," Dean said, his grin growing. "I'll just buy it from your TV."

Sam smacked Dean playfully on his cold shoulder. He was smiling through his pain. "You had better not," he said in an aggrieved tone. He took Dean by the shoulder and together they walked back to the Impala. Dean went for the drivers seat and Sam laughed.

"Unless you want everyone to know you're not really there, get in the passengers seat."

Dean grimaced. "Whatever. We're still listening to my music."

"Driver picks the music. Shot gun shuts his cake hole," Sam said with a laugh as the car roared to life. They drove away from the blaze they started with Carry on Wayward Son blasting down the road and echoing through the trees. Dean glanced over at Sam and smiled softly to himself. He would miss this soon enough. But for now…he would stay…and carry on.

End.

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