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Chapter 8

It felt like a millenia had gone by since Sam found himself pinned to the ceiling. In actuality, it'd been ten minutes. As he lay unmoving, memories of his beloved Jessica assailed Sam's mind.

It was torture.

He knew that any minute now, he would go throught the same death and pain that both his mother and girlfriend had had to go through at the hands of the Yellow Eyed Demon.

The only difference was, the Yellow Eyed Demon was not responsible for this.

His heart ached within his chest as silent tears fell like little raindrops from his eyes, the salty and bitter embodiments of anguish were not for himself, they were for father and brother.

Their worst nightmare was about to be turned into reality.

It was very little comfort that this 'Death' was a mere illusion, it would gut Dean and John Winchester all the same.

This would surely destroy both men and ignite a terrible, all consuming rage within them.

Sam's vocal cords were still being held by an invisible force, but with his mind he tried to reach out to the only one who could here him.

Alkaya.

" Alkaya, why this? Why do I have to die like this?"

" If it were up to me, I'd have had you die in your sleep, quick and painless. The Higher Powers chose this, apparently they thought it was best. It's the kind of death that will leave no trace of you and is quite poetic according to them, you get to die the same way as the two women in your life who loved you very much. You get to feel what they felt in their last moments."

" That's just wrong. Oh God Alkaya, I'm so scared."

" Don't be, like I said, everything's gonna be alright. Once this little ordeal is over, you'll be safe and sound. Effectively out of the Yellow Eyed Demon's reach. You will survive this Samuel, just let it happen."

" Well, that's easy for you to say, you aren't gonna end up gutted and burned alive."

" No man, that's all you. And by the way, if you thought it was Demon pinning you to the ceiling, don't worry about him. That SOB's still recovering... from your attacks back at the cabin and on the road to the hospital. I must say I'm impressed you hurt him realy bad back, I look forward to training you."

" What about my Family, what's gonna happen to them?"

" They will see you like this, they will see you taken by the flames. They will think you're dead. They will grieve, they will want revenge. However, the Higher Power's will make sure they won't get themselves killed trying to avenge you. They will be destroyed by this, but they will survive, after all you guys are..."

" Winchesters, we always pull through."

" Ah, you're brother and father are on their way back. Just breath and let it happen Samuel, and remember, it's all smoke and mirrors. You'll be just fine."

" Oh God."

With that, the conversation was over, taking with it all semblance of calmness Sam had felt while talking to Alkaya.

Now all he felt was anguish and an all consuming terror.

Then, a terrible, monsterous pain erupted from his gut. Sam's mouth fell open in a scream nobody could hear as he felt the skin over his gut was pierced by something unseen, but razor sharp. He felt a warm, stick substance begin to seep from what he knew was a very large gash that now graced his stomach. He felt the warm liquid begin to seep into the thin, white hospital shirt he was wearing.

Dean and John were on their way back to Sam's room, oblivious to the horror they would inside.

A pair of sad, blue-green eyes watched the two men as they passed by.

A small sigh escaped Alkaya as she watched Dean and John, quietly talking, most likely about Sam.

They were gonna loose their baby the second they crossed the threshold.

" Do you think they brought anything for Sammy?" Asked Dean as he walked beside his father.

John shrugged as they reached the door to Sam's room.

They stepped over the threshold and stopped dead in their tracks when their eyes fell on the empty bed.

" What the hell?" Asked Dean as he dashed over to the empty bed, John right behidn him.

They were at a total loss as they stared at the empty room.

" WHERE THE HELL DID HE GO?" Yelled Dean as he frantically looked around the room.

" Keep looking, he can't have gotten far, I'm gonna go alert the nurses!" Called John as he ran out of the room.

Dean heard his father's voice yelling something out in the hall, the sounds echoing through the walls.

He searched frantically for his brother, running through the whole expanse of the room, looking under the bed, out the windows.

He found nothing.

Terror began to creep into Dean's very soul as he kept looking for his baby brother anyway, he was about to run into the hall after his father when something small and dark and liquid, minutely splashed onto the bed.

Dean stilled instantly in his frantic searching as stared at the perfectly circular little stain. Slowly, Dean reached out towards it, his hand shaking as he noticed that it's hue was a deep, dark crimson.

Just as his fingers were about to touch the stain, another drop of the crimson liquid fell, this time, it splashed onto the back of Dean's hand.

For an instant Dean stood frozen to the spot, a wave of cold spreading from his hand to his whole being.

He was so entranced by what had stained his hand, he didn't notice his father tearing back into the room.

" Dean, did you find him?" Asked John urgently.

He was met with silence.

" Dean?" Asked John as he took in the sight of his oldest son, who stood stark still, his eyes transfixed on something on the bed.

John followed Dean's gaze and let out an inaudible gasp when his eyes fell on the tiny little stain that graced the bed and the back of Dean's hand.

Everything went still in that instant. For what seemed an eternity they both just stood there in frozen horror.

They were broken from their shared trance when another drop fell onto the bed... from above.

Both father and oldest son slowly turned their gazes upwards... to the ceiling.

A pair of dying Moss-green eyes stare back at them, glazed and dimming.

For another instant, everything went deathly still as Sam stared back at his shell-shocked family, unable to move or speak as he watched the sheer, absolute horror slowly etch itself onto his father and brother's faces as they both took in the ghastly sight of their Sam, pinned to the ceiling, with blood seeping through the front of his shirt.

Dean was the first one to regain his voice and the second he did, a violent scream that was earth-shattering in it's own right.

" SAMMY, NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!"

John stood rooted to the spot as he gawked at the Hellish seen before him, his eyes wide and unblinking, his mouth open and hanging slack as he stared at his youngest son.

For an instant, the image of a blonde-haired woman in a nightgown, pinned to the ceiling in the exact same fashion flashed through his mind. With a gasp, a scream ripped itself from John's throat.

" OH MY GOD!!!!!"

Dean was about to climb onto the bed and try to reach his brother, all the while screaming out his name, when the inevitable happened.

The flames erupted from behind Sam body with a monsterous roar. The shockwave from when the flames erupted was so great, it knocked both Dean and John off their feet, sending both men crumbling to the ground. The sat side by side as they stared up at the now burning ceiling, and a burning Sam as well.

" SAM, NO!" Screamed John, his arms around infront of him against the intense heat. Dean was about to try and get up, about to try and reach his brother again when a pair of strong hands stopped him.

" GET THEM OUT OF HERE!" Screamed the Hospital security guard as he and another guard held both Dean and John back.

" NO LET GO OF ME, THAT'S MY SON IN THERE!" Screamed John as he began to fight wildly against the man trying to drag him away from the flames.

Dean fought even harder against the man trying to pull him away.

" GET THE FUCK OFF ME, LET GO OF ME, I HAVE TO SAVE HIM, I HAVE TO SAVE MY BROTHER, LET GO OF ME!" He roared, thrashing violently against the hands trying to restrain him and pull him out of the room.

" HOLY CRAP, WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?" Screamed the Man retraining John as he caught sight of the young man who was slowly being burned alive by the flames.

" I DON'T KNOW AND I DON'T CARE, WE GOTTA GET OUT OF HERE NOW!!!!" Screamed the other man.

Together, the two guards managed to drag both John and Dean out of the room.

Before he was fully dragged to safety, Dean let out one final, desperate scream.

" SAMMY!!!!"

From where he lay burning, Sam let his eyes fall shut as the flames began to consume his body. Slowly, the agony of when the flames had first erupted at the small of his back began to slowly disipate.

With a deep exhale, Sam welcomed this false death, his body disappearing into the orange and red flames.

His last thought before death claimed him was...

" I sorry Dean, I'm sorry Dad."

Then, he knew nothing. He passed into the blackness of Oblivion... For now.

Meanwhile, in Lawrence, Kansas...

" Oh My God." Breathed Missouri Mosely as she sat bolt upright in her bed, her heart racing and her body chilled to its very core.

Something terrible had happened.