Chapter Six – Damn If I Do, Damn If I Don't

Two Days Later

Dean and Sam had barely escaped when the town came crashing down around them. They'd made their way back to the campsite, only to find their stuff gone. All they had was the Impala which was home. Everything else was gone.

"I hope dad and mom are alright." Dean said, stroking his sister's now rough hair.

They'd wrapped her in a blanket, Sam carrying her the most. He felt responsible for her death. Dean wanted to help, wanted to do anything to ease Sam's pain, but the looks in Sam's eyes always made him stop.

"Sam?"

"No Dean, I can carry her. We have to make it home. She'll be better next to mom."

Dean shook his head, "We can't get a ride and she's began to rot. Soon we won't be able to do a thing about the stench."

"I'm not leaving her behind." He cried.

Dean shook his head, how was he going to tell Sam that they had to abandon Alana sooner than later?

"Sam?"

"No, Dean, I'm not going to do it. I'm not leaving OUR sister behind."

"Sam, you don't understand. She's DEAD! We can't save her now."

Sam looked at him angrily. His chest slowly rising and lowering, his breath slow and calm as if…. "Sam, there is nothing we can do."

Dean fell backwards, landing hard on his back. He stared up at his brother in horror.

"Now Dean, you're going to listen to me, and listen well. We'll be getting Alana home, and you're going to help. The first car that stops, you take them out. You understand me? We then take the car."

"Are you nuts Sam?"

"We HAVE to get her home Dean!"

Dean shook his head, "I do this and it's the last thing I do for you Sam."

"I don't care. Just DO it!"

Dean shrugged his shoulders and walked out into the road, waving down a car. The man was alone; he wouldn't know what hit him. Dean climbed in and as they were about to leave, told him to stop for a second because his belt was stuck in the door. When the man pulled off the side of the road to let another car pass, did Dean take his knife and cut the man's throat. Sam was already by the car.

"Well?"

"We got a car." He said and dumped the body on the ground.

"Are you nuts Dean? I said take them out as in take them out of the car, not kill them!"

"I DID WHAT YOU TOLD ME SAM!" he snapped.

"Get in the car, you're driving."

Dean gritted his teeth. Sam was on the verge of hurting someone really bed and why did he suddenly need his brother's help?

"Sam, are you alright?"

"Drive Dean." Was all he said.

Dean did what he said. Sam was cracking and there was nothing he could do. Alana was dead, it was their fault and there was nothing they could do about it.

So for the latter part of the day Dean drove, the sun blazing down on them. The stench of Alana's corpse overwhelming Dean as his eyes began to water. This wasn't good. She was rotting and Sam wouldn't give her up until they were back in Lawrence. Two hours to go, and Dean was ready to go mad.

But those two hours went by quickly and they were driving into the outskirts of Lawrence. It was dark by then and Sam said to stop at Missouri's and pick up a shovel, they were going to bury Alana next to their mom.

"We can't do that Sam, it's illegal and its dad's plot!"

"I don't care Dean, she deserves better than this."

Dean closed his eyes, "Fine. But if Missouri calls the cops, we're done for."

"She won't call the cops Dean, she knows better."

Dean didn't know what to say, but as he walked into the house he knew then. Sam had knocked Missouri out cold.

"What have you done Sam?"

"What I need to do to protect my sister."

Dean was silent, Sam was hurting he knew that but this obsession for someone they hardly knew a year was bothering him. But then another picture came to mind, Jess. Alana looked a lot like his brother's dead girlfriend!

"Sam? Does Alana remind you of someone? Maybe someone you lost?"

Sam blew again, knocking his brother against the wall; he looked to him angrily, "SHUT UP DEAN!"

"What's happening to you Sam, are you losing it?"

Sam looked to him, his hazel eyes black. His face appeared way too pale and Dean was beginning to understand what was happening to his brother. He wasn't human any longer; he was something more deceitful, dangerous and would eventually turn evil.

"We're burying Alana and then I'm going to deal with you." He said in a demonic voice.

Dean laughed, "You actually think I'm Dean?"

Sam grabbed him by the throat and lifted him up against the wall, "I know you're not Skinwalker. Or should I say Derek. Nice trick back there. Killing my sister for your pleasure."

Sam snapped his neck, dropping him to the ground. Sam pulled the knife out he had carried on him, and took the skinwalker's head off. "I will avenge my family's death." He said, lighting the match. "Sorry Missouri, its best you were gone, the world doesn't need to know of this." He said and dropped the match on the Skinwalker. He combusted into flames.

Sam left the house, disappearing into the darkness. Never did he once look back to the misery he would cause.