Part 5
Sam reached the motel a short while later. He rushed into the building. An old man sat at the reception desk and Sam went up to the desk,
"Excuse me, have you seen my brother…the guy that I checked in with?" he asked hurriedly.
"He left a while ago" the man said slowly.
"Well did he say where he was going?" Sam said urgently.
"Why the hell would he tell me?" the old man said in annoyed voice.
"So he didn't say anything…nothing at all?"
"Are you a cop? Has this guy killed someone…is there a reward for turning him in?
"What, no, no nothing like that" Sam said quickly. The old man's face darkened,
"Well screw you, get outta here! I ain't saying no more" Sam sighed and he reached into his pockets and pulled out a couple of dollar bills,
"Which way did he go?" he asked. The old man shrugged the kid looked upset, he wasn't going to take money from him, "I got no idea". Sam sighed for what seemed like the thousandth time and he snatched up the money and he walked out of the motel. Where the hell was he? He pulled out his cell – there were 20 miscalls and they were all from Dean. He hadn't noticed them before; then again he hadn't been looking. There was no reception so he couldn't call back. Sam felt a lump rising in his throat; he needed to find his brother. He needed to say sorry. I'm supposed to be saving him. Sam gasped suddenly; Dean was out there and so was that messed up emo-reject that had his features – his curse. What was he going to do? Why did it have to be this way?
Dark Sam opened his eyes and he smiled. He felt a lot better now; he had enjoyed the pain. He sat up slowly and made himself aware of his surroundings. He could hear Sam's thoughts again, so he hadn't found Dean yet. Dark Sam smirked. That just made his job a whole lot easier. All he had to do was find Dean before Sam did. He stood up and brushed the dirt off his clothes. He didn't need Sam; he could do this on his own. He could kill Dean; that would push Sam over the edge wouldn't it? Dark Sam smiled again. He looked around; Dean was here somewhere, he could feel it. He looked down at himself. Maybe I should change. He closed his eyes and he focused until he was wearing an outfit that was identical to the one tat Sam was wearing. Just then he heard a noise, he frowned and took a step forwards; then he froze,
"It's you…"he whispered, a frightened look on his face. The demon stepped out of the shadows, its green eyes gleaming in the moonlight.
"Get down on your knees and beg for your life"
Sam checked his phone once more but there was no reception. Damn it. He needed to get to Dean; he couldn't let that monster kill him. But he couldn't help wondering…is that what he was going to become? Sam hoped that it wasn't; he didn't want to become one of the things that he hunted. He walked down a deserted road that was close to the motel he'd just come from. There was still no sign of Dean. Sam shivered slightly…the air was colder. And what that sulphur that he smelt?
Dean walked deeper and deeper into the forest. He hadn't remembered seeing a forest but it just seemed to have appeared, and Dean found himself walking through it. He didn't know why. It was something was calling him. Dean frowned, that was weird – even by his standards.
"Please…by the end of tonight…Dean Winchester will be dead…you have my word" Dark Sam said with a look of desperation in his eyes. He couldn't fail now, he was so close. He had to have one more chance. The demon looked down at Dark Sam,
"That's easier said than done." He said as he narrowed his emerald eyes. D.Sam's eyes darkened,
"Yeah well if it's so easy why don't you do it yourself?" he yelled angrily. The demons nostrils flared in anger,
"Oh I will, and if you don't do it tonight I'll kill you too' there was a loud whooshing sound as the demon left the body that it had been possessing. Dark Sam watched as the black cloud disappeared slowly. He didn't care what the demon said; he was going to do this his way.
Dean shrugged and pocketed his phone, Sam had just called him but the line had been really bad so the call had disconnected. At least he's okay, Dean thought. He continued to walk into the forest, he knew that he probably shouldn't have gone into the forest on his own but he was curious, it hadn't been there before. The trees were tall and they blocked the moonlight and the leaves were all black and shrivelled up. Suddenly, there was a strong wind and Dean was thrown into it. He tried to steady himself but there was nothing for him to hold on to. The wind became stronger and Dean fell into the darkness; there was fear in his eyes – what was happening. Then everything became still for a few moments. Dean breathed a sigh of relief until he realised that he was falling. There was a loud thud as he hit the ground. He lay there unconscious, there was blood trickling down the side of his face. Dark Sam stepped out of the shadows with an evil look on his face. He smiled slowly; he was going to enjoy this.