Authors Note: I had a different beginning for this part but I can't find it, I think it's at school but it doesn't matter! I rushed this part a little so I hope that it all makes sense! Thanks for reading - SikemiNat

Part 7

Dark Sam and Sam glared at each other; both of them had anger in their eyes. Sam had gotten up slowly after being thrown back against the wall. Sam was sure that Dark Sam couldn't have been the one who'd been able to do that but he wasn't sure. They squared up to each other without saying anything. Dean looked at both of them with an anxious look on his face,

"Err...guys I'm still here." Both of them ignored him for a few seconds. Then Sam shoved Dark Sam onto the ground and he ran over to Dean and he began to cut the ropes on Dean's hands. Dark Sam came hurtling towards Sam just as Dean's hands became free. Dean felt Sam losing his grip on the knife and he caught it quickly. Dark Sam began to punch Sam viciously and anger flared up inside Dean. If anyone was going to punch Sam then it would be him, Sam knew that he should have dealt with the 'opponent' first - Dad had told them that enough times. Dean tried to get up but he couldn't, it was almost as if an invisible force was keeping him on the chair.

"Will someone please tell me what is going on here" he asked. Dark Sam and Sam stopped fighting for a few seconds,

"Shut up, Dean" they said in unison. Dean scowled, when this was all over he was so going to punch his pain-in-the-ass little brother. He watched as the two Sam's resumed their fight. He shuddered slightly, it was weird watching Sam fighting himself. He had to admit that Dark Sam was the better fighter; he had an edge whereas Sam tended to rely on the momentum of his punches. Come on Sammy! Well good Sam Dean thought. Dark Sam had a small cut above his right eye and Sam had an identical injury. Sam had expected Dark Sam to feel light because he wasn't real was he? But Sam had been surprised because Dark Sam felt solid and Sam could barely keep up with him. Dark Sam grabbed Sam by the shoulders and he punched him repeatedly. Dean winced as Sam groaned and fell to the floor; he was obviously in a great deal of pain. He lay on the floor as he panted heavily; lack of sleep and food were starting to take its toll on him. He felt weak and he honestly believed that he couldn't go on; he'd failed. He wasn't going to save Dean. This…this was the end. He glanced up at Dean who was staring at him intently 'You okay?' Dean mouthed. Sam nodded and almost laughed when he read Dean's expression. What Dean really meant was 'Get-up-off-your-ass-and-kick-that-son-of-a-youknowwhat'. Dean looked at Dark Sam, who had seemed to lose interest in Sam, he'd moved over to the door. He tossed the knife towards Sam who caught it. Sam stood up slowly; his right hand gripped the knife tightly. Dean wondered why Sam didn't just go over and stab the shapes shifter or whatever it was. Dark Sam turned around and threw back his head and laughed,

"Oh dearie me Sammy, what's the matter? Go on, stab me" Dean saw Sam taking a hesitant step forwards. Why wasn't Sam using his advantage? What was he scared of? Dean blinked a couple of times. This was a dream…he'd wake up and everything would be normal. Dean suppressed a chuckle. Normal? Chance would be a fine thing.

"Who are you working for?" Sam asked coldly. Dean raised his eyebrows,

"Err...guys…?"

"Shut up, Dean" said both Sam's for the second time. Dean threw his hands up in the air; he wanted an explanation. He didn't even know where the Impala was, he deserved some answers at least.

"I smelt sulphur…did you speak to a demon…is that who you're working for?" Dark Sam shrugged,

"Maybe" Dean struggled to get up one more time but he couldn't.

Suddenly something began to materialise is front of Dean,

"What the hell is-" he started to say until he - and the chair- were thrown back against the wall. Sam fell to the ground instantly and he appeared to be unconscious. Dean nursed his back as he watched this latest scene unfold in front of him; he saw a flash of green. He squinted at the figure and came to the conclusion that this 'person' was some sort of demon.

"What are you doing here?" Dark Sam asked in a panicked tone, "I said that it'd be done by tonight and the night isn't over' the demon shrugged carelessly,

"I'd like to watch, it's not everyday that you get to see a Winchester kill another Winchester, it'll be…fun!"

"You're lying" dark Sam said, "You just don't trust me!" The demon stepped closer towards Dark Sam.

"I don't trust you, I never have and I never will - you're still a Winchester and he -" he jerked a finger towards Sam who still lay on the floor, "Is stronger than you are…I'm surprised that you've lasted this long" Dark Sam's features darkened and his eyes narrowed,

"I thought that I was evil Sam, the one with the powers – he's supposed to become me" The demon shook his head,

"You're maybe 5, 10 of him, you're worthless" Dean listened carefully, he was starting to understand. But he still didn't get one thing – why did they need to kill him.

"So why did you let me out?" Dark Sam asked in a low voice.

"I though that maybe you could mess with his mind y'know, persuade him to kill Dean" the demon paused and he turned to look at Dean. Dean glared back at him; he was startled by the brightness of his green eyes, "And therefore turn Sammy into one of us but I didn't know that he was that much of a fighter."

As this was happening Sam was dreaming. He could just about make out some sort of tunnel. He stepped forward and he entered the tunnel. He could see something gleaming in the distance, but then suddenly things changed. He was staring down at Jake. What was happening? Was he still dreaming? Sam dropped the steel bar on the ground…wait...this was the night...the night when he died. He couldn't do it; he couldn't kill Jake. He grabbed his shoulder and he held it so that he wouldn't feel the pain. 'Sam!' he heard someone call. Dean. It was Dean! Sam's face brightened and he smiled as Dean came into view. 'Sam!' 'Dean' Sam called back in a relieved voice. Boy, was he glad to see his big brother. Then the look on Dean's face changed. Sam felt the presence of someone behind him. Suddenly everything seemed to slow down. 'Sam look out!' Dean yelled, nut it was too late, Sam felt a hot, white pain as something dug into his back. He saw Dean running towards him as he fell to the ground. He could hear Dean saying something but he was slipping away. Suddenly the pain stopped and Sam felt peaceful. He closed his eyes and everything went dark. The tunnel was black and he was walking further and further inside it. He could still see something gleaming in the distance. Then suddenly he saw Dean shooting the Yellow Eyed Demon with the colt. The colt. He needed it to kill the demon. He ran quickly towards the end of the tunnel and sure enough the colt was there. He grabbed hold of it, he was going to finish this.

Dean saw that Sam had moved a little, was he awake. Dark Sam and the demon were still arguing about being bad asses of whatever so they didn't notice Sam getting up slowly, his right arm was raised. Dean's eyes widened as he saw what Sam was holding, it was the colt. Dean frowned slightly. What the hell? He was now seriously confused. He hoped that Sam had a decent plan. If Sam shot the demon, he'd kill it but Dark Sam would still be free and Sam couldn't shoot him. That would leave Dean vulnerable to an attack. He caught Sam's eye.

"You got a plan?" he mouthed and Sam shrugged as he motioned towards the gun. He scratched his chin and Dean knew that he was stalling. Sam didn't know what to do. Dark Sam and the demon hadn't noticed him. Dean was stuck at the far end of the room. Sam looked around. Where were they? He didn't even know. He had to do something now-before it was too late. He still had the knife…if only he could get Dean to throw it at Dark Sam. Sam would be hurt too but it'd create a necessary diversion. Sam looked at Dean and nodded; he held up the knife and threw it over to Dean who caught it. Sam gestured towards Dark Sam and Dean understood. Sam took a step forward and Dean threw the knife and it got Dark Sam in the shoulder. Sam winced in pain as blood started to seep through his jacket. He aimed the colt and pulled the trigger. He watched as the bullet sailed effortlessly into the head of the demon. The demon spluttered and stumbled backwards. Then he fell and the green light went out in his eyes. There was a sense of still as he fell to the ground slowly. Dark Sam- who was kneeling on the ground- watched in horror.

"Noo…" he screamed. Sam and Dean exchanged looks. Dean stood up slowly,

"Looks like Sam just killed your best friend, I'd like to say that I'm sorry but I'm not!" he said in a mocking tone. Sam threw Dean a look that said 'leave it'. Dark Sam had walked over to the Demons body and he was looking at the demon with a unreadable expression on his face. Sam took a step towards his 'curse'.

"Look," he said, "the demon was just using you, he didn't care about you….he was trying to get at us but we're….we're stronger than that." Dean rolled his eyes as he remained rooted to his spot, he thought that they were wasting time but if anyone could talk them out of this then Sam could. Dark Sam looked up at Sam, his face was pale and his eyes were wide-they were dark brown now, they weren't black anymore.

"Us?" he said in a horse whisper, he stood up and looked Sam in the eye, "So now you accept that I'm you and that you're me, or are you just saying it? Are you trying to get rid of me?" Sam opened his mouth and then closed it again. Dean let out a low whistle; Sam had dug himself into a hole here. Dean hopped that he wouldn't dig any further.

"I've always accepted you….I was just confused." Sam said unconvincingly. Dean shook his head, they weren't going to get anywhere at this rate. He began to edge his way into the centre of the room. Then Dark Sam pulled out a .45 and Dean froze. Crap. Sam looked like he wished he hadn't said anything but then he said,

"What are you going to do with that?" Dark Sam smiled,

"I'm going to kill Dean." He said as he aimed the gun at Dean who hadn't moved since Dark Sam had pulled out the gun. Dark Sam had his finger on the trigger and Sam and Dean watched as he pulled it. DEAN MOVE! Sam thought but Dean was frozen on the spot. Sam didn't even think about it. He ran over and jumped in front of Dean and he interrupted the bullet- it got him in the stomach. Dark Sam looked down at his own stomach and he saw that blood was pouring out of the wound. Dean watched as Dark Sam faded away. Then he looked down at Sam who lay on the ground bleeding. Sam had taken the bullet for him. Sam had saved his life.

"Dean…." Sam whispered and Dean knelt down beside him.

"Sam, Sam listen to me, you're going to be okay." Dean glanced at the wound. "I'm going to take you to the hospital." this time Sam didn't protest.

"Excuse me? Is he alright?"

"Somebody call 911"

"Some dude's been shot!" Dean looked up and saw that they were on the path way again; he could even see the Impala. A small crowd of people had gathered around Sam and him.

"What happened here?" someone asked. Dean looked up.

"What do you think?" he said with an icy glance. "my brother's been shot!"