A gift from Death chapter 4

I know it has been an awfully long time between updates of this story, and I am truly sorry for that. I had awful writers block where this particular story was concerned, I just hope that now it has left me for a while and I can complete a few chapters before it rears its ugly head again. A big thank you to everyone that was kind enough to read and review, I hope you will do again now.

Disclaimer, I do not own any characters from supernatural, I really wish I did.

Sam

It was cold and dark as Sam reached what was now his nightly destination. What he was doing here, he didn't know. All he knew was that some un-nameable force pulled him here each and every night.

What was it about this house that held such fascination, to him? It was the same as every other none descript house on this quiet little street.

He had asked Death that very question many times, but he would never give him a straight answer, the only thing he ever told him was that when his memory came back, everything would become clear. But it had been six months, and nothing was becoming any clearer then when Death had raised him form the pit. And Sam had to admit he was becoming more and more worried that they never would.

Death had told him the night he was raised; he had a brother whose life depended on him. But how on earth could he help him, if he didn't know who the hell he was? He had done everything he could to regain his memory, hell he had even seen a shrink once, who told him that sometimes when something happens that is to traumatic for the person to handle the mind just simply blocks it out to protect itself. And he had an idea that whatever had landed him in hell was what was responsible, but he couldn't tell the shrink that, so he had never gone back.

"Samuel…"

Death said from behind Sam, and although he should be used to the man sneaking up on him by now, his body still gave a little involuntary jump.

"I did not mean to startle you." Death told him apologetically.

"It's ok; I guess my mind was just somewhere else." Sam told him, giving the reaper a small smile.

"Your mind has been somewhere else, for far too long now Samuel, and we must do something about that now. Time is running short, and the end draws nearer for your brother with every passing day."

Again with the brother thing, If time was running short, and if his brother was so damn important, why didn't Death just tell him where the hell to find him, and what he had to do.

"Samuel, are you listening to me? You must remember, and remember now; he does not have much longer."

"If it is so damn urgent, why don't you help me remember? I have tried everything I can, but nothing comes back to me, I try so hard, and when I do all that happens is that I end up here. Why here, can you tell me that?"

Sam tried to reign in his temper; he knew he had to treat Death with more respect then that, he had after all released him from his prison.

"Have you ever seen the occupants of this house?"

"Of course I have, I have stood in this very spot nearly every night for the last six months. I would have to be blind not to, they are just a normal family, a hard working loving mother, a drunk waste of space as a father and a young boy, why are they so important?"

"Well Samuel, if that is the way you feel about the human race there really is no point in all this. We may as well just let your brother die, along with the rest of the humans."

Sam was shocked; he had spent the last six months of his life with Death. And never once had he heard the man speak like this. Despite people's perception of Death, Sam had grown to know him as a good man that cared for the humans. Most of all him and his brother, so what he had just heard the man say, shook him to his very core.

"I do not want those people to die; I do not want my brother or the rest of humanity to die. I just do not understand why this family in particular is so important."

"Sam we no longer have time to wait around for your memory to return on its own. We must give it a little push; you need to take a closer look at this house and family. You need to see why you come here every night, why you have been protecting the occupants without even your own knowledge. Follow me now Sam and it will all become clear."

Sam would follow Death just about anywhere, he had been his only friend over the past six months, and he trusted him almost as much as he had trusted anyone. Sam knew there had been someone else he had trusted with his life, someone he knew would die for him. But that person was just out of his grasp, he was just an old feeling, and Sam knew this was how his brother had made him feel, even though he didn't know who, or where he was he knew he would do anything to get him back.

So Sam followed death around to the back of the house, and stood peering over the fence into the yard, not knowing what he was looking for, that's when he saw the man on the bench.

Sam could see from his hiding place that the man was deep in thought, and that he was clearly in pain. Not the physical kind, Sam thought that the man sat on the bench could handle that. No this was the gut wrenching emotional kind, and for some reason Sam thought that it didn't suit the man. He had the look of a man that was far stronger then that, that he had the strength to take all the worlds problems on his shoulders and never show any weakness, hell he would come out fighting, and cover any pain he was feeling with biting sarcasm. But as he got up and began pacing he just looked broken, and for some reason this hurt him, he felt the need to walk over to the once strong man and take all his pain away, tell him that no matter what happened he would help him.

But why would he do that, he didn't even know him, he didn't even know where all his feelings for this man where coming from.

What Sam heard next made him want to scale the fence and take the man in his arms, had it not been for the vice like grip Death had on his arm he would have been at his side in a heartbeat.

"I'm trying Sammy, but it's just too damn hard without you"

Sam tried to struggle out of Deaths grip, he needed to help him, but Death was just too strong.

"Tell me what I am supposed to do; I am so lost here….Please"

Sam heard the now sobbing man cry out.

"Please let me go to him?"

He asked turning away from the man and looking at Death who was still holding him tightly. He could still hear the man crying and calling out to someone else, and it tore Sam's heart in two.

"Not now Sam it is not safe."

Death told him, never loosening his grip on his arm.

"I know I must seem cruel Sam, but you must watch this and not interfere. It may just make your memory return, and if it does, you are free to do what you wish."

So Sam did as he was told, and returned to watching the, now pair of men embracing in the garden, where had the other man come from anyway? He looked strangely familiar to Sam; both men did, like he had known them once, that they had once been important to him. But it was more of a feeling then a memory. He didn't know where these feelings where coming from, all he knew was that he felt as if he belonged with them. And that it should be him that was in that garden comforting the man, not the angel…. Hang on, angel? Where had that come from?

"Is he an angel?" He asked turning to death.

"Yes Samuel he is an angel of the lord, you must watch closely, I think it may be working."

Sam felt guilty watching someone else's pain, but he did as Death asked and turned to watch the pair again.

"Cas can I ask you something?"

The man asked the angel, and Sam could not overcome the feeling that he did not want to hear this question. That it would not only cause the man pain, but him also.

"Why am I still here? My Mom, Dad and now Sammy are gone; we all fought the same fight all our lives and they all died trying. Why am I different? Why did I have to be left here all alone? Did I not fight hard enough?"

Every word that Sam heard made him feel more and more guilty about listening in to the other mans conversation, he was clearly bearing his soul to the angel. Something that Sam knew was hard for the man to do, even if he didn't know how he knew it, he did. Also Sam couldn't believe that the man sounded so defeated, but if what the man was saying was true, then he himself in that position, would have wanted to die to.

"What ever the reason Cass I am done… Do you hear me you son of a bitch, no more I am out. Find your self some other poor sap to do your dirty work. I did everything to rid the world of every evil son of a bitch for you and what did I get in return? You took everything from me and left me here alone."

Damn right to, Sam thought, God had abandoned him, why should he do anymore in his name. Even he was beginning to hate god for what he had done to this man.

"Dean?"

Dean, the name echoed around Sam's head. Had he known a Dean? Yes he had, he was sure of that now, but how did he know?

"Cass you should have let me die, I don't want to be here without Sammy. I just don't know what to do without him."

Just then, with just that sentence spoken by Dean, it all came rushing back to him. Their childhood, family, hunting everything. Oh god this was Dean, his Dean, his big brother the one that had sold his soul for him, literally gone to hell and back for him. And he remembered the fight between Dean and Lucifer in the graveyard, and taking control back before he killed his brother, and looking into his broken and bloody face before he took his swan dive into hell. So that was how he had gotten there. He needed to go to Dean, he needed to tell him everything was ok, that he didn't have to be alone anymore, but Deaths grip held him firm.

"Let me go!"

"Not yet Samuel, you must be quiet and still."

"No let me get to my brother, he needs me, please."

He was almost begging, and Sam Winchester does not beg. But Death just held on tighter. Was he trying to torture him, was this his plan all along.

"Just a few more moments Samuel I swear, if you go in there now the angel will kill you first, ask questions later. We must talk to Dean first; get him to explain to the Angel and Bobby. You are far too important to risk your life now."

They only had to wait a few minutes and then the angel was gone. What was Sam going to say to Dean? He had no idea, but he had to be with his brother, he had to fix him.

"Go to him now."

Death said as he finally let go of the young hunter. And Sam did just that, he hoped over the fence in one jump. Just as his brother turned to walk into the house. He couldn't believe it; he was going to be too late.

"Dean"

Sammy shouted just as his brother was about to enter the house. When he turned he saw fear and shock written all over his older brothers face

"Sammy?"

TBC

Wow a cliffy, that's not like me. Well I hope you all enjoyed this chapter, and I will try to make sure I update sooner next time, thanks for reading and please review.