Destiny Or Death.
Summary: Azazel may be dead, but he still wants Sam to lead his army. But Sam must choose; destiny or death. Sequel to 'Consequences'. Limp!Sam
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Chapter 6.
Dean could hear fear in his baby brother's voice. "It's gonna be ok Sammy" Dean whispered comforting words and smiled as he looked into Sam's eyes and saw the usual hazel colour he was accustomed to, rather than the hollow yellow they had previously been.
He had his brother back.
The motel door clicked open and Sam and Dean stepped through into the darkness.
"Come on" Dean coaxed, lowering his semi-conscious brother onto the bed nearest to the door, before moving to the bathroom for a medi-kit.
A deep gash in Sam's leg and caused him to loose a lot of blood and in his powerful state, it hadn't been a problem, but now…
Walking back into the main room, Dean began to repair Sam's leg.
Sam screamed out in pain and Dean sighed. He hated seeing his brother in pain, but there was nothing he could do.
"It'll be ok Sammy" Dean said, quickly giving Sam some Tylenol and water to help with the pain.
Continuing with his job, Dean still grimaced when Sam moaned from his pain induced haze.
An hour later, he finished and quickly washed up.
Sam was now fast asleep and Dean wished he hadn't been in so much pain, but at least he was back.
Smiling, Dean climbed into his own bed and fell straight to sleep.
Morning soon came and Dean woke to loud movement.
"Sam?"
Opening his eyes, Dean smiled at his brother and joked. "What are you doing up young man?"
Sam laughed lightly and limped to the door. "Breakfast. Be back soon".
Dean nodded. "Be careful"
Sam smiled and opened the door. "You too"
Dean smiled as his brother left, but was suddenly yanked up by 2 large hands.
"What?" He yelled and was punched in the gut.
"Sam!"
Half an hour later, Sam limped back to the room, 2 coffee's and a bag of donut's in hand. They dropped to the floor however, when he opened the door.
Dean's slumped body was held up by 2 men, their black eyes boring into him; one held a long sharp knife.
"Dean…"
"You betrayed us" One spoke. "And now, your brother will pay".
And the knife came down into Dean's stomach.
The demons disappeared and Dean fell, Sam ran to his brother's side.
"Dean, Dean. Come on" Sam whispered, checking his brother's pulse.
It was silent.
"No" Sam whispered, cradling his brother's body. "No!"
And his eyes glazed over a honey yellow once more, the foundations shaking beneath him.
I'm so evil aren't I?
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