A gift from death chapter 5
So sorry for the long wait between updates, I have started a university course and it seems to be taking up all my time. I am new to studying and have found it hard to keep up with everything else. Well enough with my excuses, I will try harder I promise so let's not waste anymore time.
Disclaimer, I do not own supernatural sadly...
"Sammy?"
Dean said as he looked across the lawn, but he couldn't see anything there just a bunch of shadows dancing around the garden.
Was this it, had he finally lost his mind through his grief?
No not Dean Winchester, he thought as he shook his head and carried on his walk to the back door.
"Dean?"
He heard the voice that sounded so like his baby brother say again from across the lawn.
No he had to ignore it, he refused to lose his mind now after he had fought so hard to keep himself together.
"Dean please wait?"
He wanted to turn and look, but he just continued his walk to the door. He had heard his brother's voice in his head and he had felt his presence almost every night since he had lost him. But he refused to give into the temptation now. He just couldn't bear to be disappointed again.
"Will you just wait?"
He heard as a hand grasped his arm and spun him around.
Dean couldn't believe what he was seeing. He knew that either he should run, or fight. But he couldn't, he just stood there with his mouth hanging a jar too startled to do anything.
"Sammy, is that really you?"
Dean asked as he reached his hand out and pinched his baby brother.
"Ouch, shit yeah it's me Dean."
Sammy said with a chuckle, but his laughter soon died down when he looked at his big brothers face.
There were dark circles around his eyes and it looked to Sam as if his brother had not slept in months. But it was Dean's eyes that worried him the most they looked lifeless, like all the light had gone out of them. Sam had only seen him like this once before, and that was when he had been returned from hell. Dean just looked broken, and it shocked Sam to the core. He didn't have his full memory back yet, but he knew his brother was stronger than this.
"Dean, are you ok?"
He said looking at his brother, fearful of his answer. He became more concerned when the only answer he got from his brother was high pitched maniacal laughter.
Dean didn't know why he was laughing, this had to be the most inappropriate time, he really must have lost his mind. But he could swear that was Sammy stood there looking at him with such worry in his eyes, but if this was his brother and not some fucked up mental break down... Well he would have known wouldn't he? And the last thing he would be doing would be standing here laughing like some mental patient, while he looked at him like that. No Dean Winchester would be comforting his brother, telling him that everything would be ok even if it wasn't. But his Sammy was gone; he had been gone for the last six months. This was just a figment of his overly tired, grief stricken mind.
Sam was terrified by his brother's reaction, had he finally broken the man by turning up here out of the blue.
"Dean please..."
He said shaking his brother gently by the shoulder, but Dean just kept laughing until his hysteric's turned to tears and the older hunter sank to his knees.
"Dean, will you talk to me please, you're scaring me now."
Sam told his big brother, trying to take him into his arms. But the older man fought the embrace with every ounce of strength he had left in him.
"I'm scaring you? Ha, you're dead Sammy, and I have finally gone insane."
Dean managed to laugh out through his heart wrenching tears, tears that broke the younger hunter's heart.
"Dean, it really is me. I'm here big brother, Dean just look at me please."
Sam said taking hold of Dean's chin and making him look him in the eyes for the first time.
"Sammy?"
Dean said again, reaching out and touching his brother's stubbly face. And for the first time that night, Dean believed it was all real. The face was warm to the touch, and so were the tears that where making their way down it, that's when another kind of fear set in.
Sam finally felt like he may have won the battle to get his brother too finally except that he was real, when he felt Dean go rigid in his arms.
Dean had to fight, he knew he did. How could he have been so stupid so god damn weak, he had been fooled. He had been that desperate to see his brother again, that he had let his guard down. And Lucifer had fooled him, hell he had even let him comfort him.
He had to run now; he needed to get to the garage where he had stored all but his essential weapons. But most of all he had to make sure that the devil stayed out here, he had to protect Lisa and Ben at all costs. They had taken him in when he had nobody, or nothing. He owed Lisa his life, and he was more than ready to repay her with it.
Dean didn't know where the strength came from but he managed to break Lucifer's grip on him and made a run for the garage, he only hoped he could get to the weapons in his trunk before it was too late.
He could hear the demon using his brother voice calling to him to stop, as he ran as fast as he could towards the garage door, hoping for once that Ben had not listened to him when he had told him to lock the door.
"Dean please stop..."
Sam shouted as he began to give chase to his big brother.
There was no way in hell Dean was going to stop when he heard his brother calling. He had no idea how he was going to stop Lucifer; nothing in his arsenal had worked before. But he would be damned if he let the fallen angel take anything else from him.
Dean was out of breath when he reached the garage door but he was grateful that it opened with the first twist of the handle. Once inside he made straight for his tool box laying half underneath a small tarp, opening it as fast as he could he plunged his hand in and instantly felt the keys to the Impala touch his fingers, and he prayed to god for the first time since Sam had died that he could get to the Impala before the fallen angel wearing his brother could stop him.
Sam couldn't understand what had happened he thought he had been making progress. But now here he was chasing his big brother who was running through the backyard, like the devil was on his tail. Reality hit Sam like a tonne of bricks, that's who his brother thought he was. While Dean had thought Sam was a figment of his grief stricken mind Sam had been safe, but now he knew where his brother was going, and what he was going to do.
Sam slowed his pace down until he was no longer running, what should he do now? If he continued to give chase he knew his brother would kill him, or at least try to. Sam really had no idea if he could die or not now but he didn't want to find out, if he could help it. But if he left, if he came back at some later date, he knew his brother would have reinforcements and he would never get to talk to him. He would have Bobby and Cas here to help him, and knowing those two, he knew he wouldn't make it out of here alive. They would find some way to kill him he had no doubt in that. Sam knew he had to continue to follow Dean, if he didn't he wouldn't get another chance and if what Death had said was true Dean would die.
Dean fumbled with the lock on his baby, his hands shaking so hard he never thought he would be able to get the key into the lock. Even as the key slipped into place and the trunk on the impala popped Dean thought to himself "what's the point? I am dead anyway, and this way I get to be with Sammy again...I should just give up and let it be." But the hunter in him just would not let go, it was fight or flight. And he knew there was no way in hell he was running.
"Cas no matter what happens here, what happens to me... Please protect Lisa and Ben."
Dean cried out loud to the angel hoping he was listening, as he took out the weapons he thought had the highest probability of holding Lucifer at bay. He was so caught up in his actions that he didn't hear the rustle of wings, or feel the air shift around him.
"Dean I heard your call, and felt your distress."
Cas said as he just narrowly avoided the angel blade Dean swung at him.
It took Dean a few seconds to realise that the voice had come from Cas, but it was too late to pull back the swing of the blade. But luckily for him Cas avoided the blade with ease. Dean was about to apologise when Sam walked through the door.
Cas instantly tensed up ready for battle, his brother had escaped from the pit, he didn't know how. But he had taken enough from Dean and the angel knew he was ready to fight to the death, to make sure Lucifer didn't take anything else.
"Dean please listen to me, I know what you think and I know why you ran. But please Dean just hear me out, it's really me, its Sammy."
Sam said as he entered the garage slowly, holding up his hands in an effort to show his brother that he was not here to hurt him. But what Sam saw when he walked into the room was enough to almost stop his heart. He saw Cas stood protectively in front of Dean and knew this was it; this was how he was going to die.
"I don't know how you escaped hell brother, but I know I will send you back there before you take one step towards him."
Cas said gesturing behind him to Dean, and Sam began to panic.
"I am not your brother Cas, I'm his. And I swear to god I am not here to hurt him, I just need to talk to him."
"And you will never get to talk to him while I am here."
Cas said as he walked up and stood right in front of Sam. He sensed something was wrong the minute he stood next to the younger man, he didn't feel like an angel, but he didn't feel completely human either. He was puzzled, but he didn't have time to think about it now, he needed to protect the hunter.
"Cas please just listen to me?"
Sam pleaded with the angel, but he knew his words were falling on deaf ears. There was only thing on the angels mind and Sam knew that, protect Dean or die trying.
"My name is Castiel."
The angel said as he advanced on Sam, he could feel the air shift with power the closer he got, but he could also see fear and hurt in Sam's eyes. The younger man looked defeated, like the angel had already won the battle that was to be fought, and he put up no resistance as the angel took hold of him by the arms, and threw him into the wall.
Cas knew something really wasn't right as he walked over to the man slumped on the ground; he didn't even make a move to get up, or try and escape. This was going to be easy; far too easy the angel thought as he walked over to finish what he had started. But as he raised the blade he held in his hand someone got in his way.
"Castiel stop, its him, its Sam... I swear it."
Death said to the angel just before he could make his final blow.
Sorry again for the late update, I hope this chapter is not to confusing as I slip from one character to another I tried to make it as clear as I could. To all of you guys that read PLEASE review.