Chapter Eight – Goodbye Sam

The fog littered the Main Street as Sam made his way further into the center of town. He'd never seen anything quite like it, but as he glided about the fog, it parted for him as if accepting him into its open arms. But he kept moving, seeking out justice and the truth.

"Come on Sam, they're here." He kept telling himself, yet as he moved, something inside him told him to stop.

He paused, listening to the silence, but a cry was heard. It was too weak to know a gender but it was a cry none the less. He listened and moved towards it, wanting to know who else had been left behind. But as he neared the house at the end of the street did he realize whom it sounded like. Someone that was supposed to be dead.

"Alana?"

The crying stopped, Sam flinched. This didn't feel right. What was he going to do?

"Alana? Is that you?" he finally said, deciding he needed to know the truth.

He opened the front door, surprised that it wasn't locked, yet as he stepped into the dimly lit room did he come to term that he had stepped into another era altogether. The room was decorated in a 60's vibe and he groaned in disgust. It was just his luck that his family would be trapped here, this was torture enough.

"Sam?" a voice whispered, his ears listening intently, "Sam is that you?" Dean said.

Sam rushed to his brother's side, he was badly hurt. Cuts lined his face, dried blood caked his skin, but it was the ropes that bound his wrists that did the most damage. His wrists were raw, dry blood caking both the rope and his skin.

"What happened?"

"I was attacked when I went to the lake. The next thing I remember was waking up here."

"Have you seen anyone else?" he asked as he took the knife from his belt and cut the ropes, freeing his brother.

"Yeah Alana."

Sam shook his head, "That's impossible; I buried her the other day. She's dead Dean."

Dean looked at him oddly, "She was here with me yesterday, and whoever is doing this took her when I was asleep. I hear her cry all the time, she's in pain and I couldn't help her."

"Then who did I bury?"

Dean shrugged, "I don't know."

He gritted his teeth as he stood the wound on his back beginning to burn again. "I swear if this doesn't end soon someone is going to get hurt."

"Just like back at the library? What the hell was that? All I heard from the other room was that you destroyed that place. What did you do?"

"I brought it to the ground."

Dean looked at him in shock, "You're getting stronger aren't you?"

Sam nodded, "I'm getting scared too. When I believed Alana was dead, I was so angry and I did that. What's to stop me from doing it again?"

"There's no way in stopping it." A voice said from behind them.

A young woman stepped into the room, her shoulder length red hair curling about her. Her deep steel grey eyes looked to the brothers, "I'm sorry this had to happen to you Sam. I never thought in my life my son would hurt you and your family."

Sam looked at her, she was barely his age yet her son did this?

"Who's your son exactly?"

"Derek. He was such a bad child, always hurting people for his amusement. It's why I changed my appearance, to watch him from afar. Now you lost the one person that you loved dearly to him."

"Alana." He whispered.

The woman took something out of her eyes, much what appeared to be contacts and took the wig off her head. As she stared up to the brothers they looked at her in horror. There in here place was their sister Alana.

"We're clones. I'm not your sister at all. She was in that room when she died. I'm sorry Sam, I tried to save her and I failed. And then you had to kill my son when you realized it wasn't your brother. This place should be destroyed once and for all."

Dean gulped; he was suddenly weary, "What's to tell me that Sam isn't really my brother? What if Sam has been here all this time?"

She shook her head, "Sam was never cloned, and he was too powerful for us to do so. I'm the only one left in this place. Once I die, this place will collapse into the earth forever. You and Sam and your parents will be safe."

"What about Alana?" Sam asked, biting back tears.

"She's gone Sam. I'm not her even though I look much like her. You have to let her go."

Sam's rage was building, Dean placed a hand on his shoulder trying to calm his baby brother done but was greeted by a slap to the face. He'd been knocked into the couch nearby.

"No Dean, I'm ending this. I'm not going to live without Alana."

Dean stood, angered by his brother, "Then this is it, you die and leave me to fend for myself! How selfish you are Sammy."

He looked to the young woman, "This is your entire fault. I blame you for my pain!" he yelled.

She flinched but nodded her head, "I know."

The wood in the walls began to crack; wind blew strongly as glass shattered about them. Sam was going indeed to bring this place down around them.

"Sam stop!" Dean yelled, but was thrown out the front door. He landed on his side in the grass far from the house.

As he stood, he watched in horror as the house began to belt and collapse. He saw Sam look at him with sadness in his eyes before the roof collapsed on top of him. Dean stood there stunned, Sam was gone.

"SAM!" he cried out as he ran for the rumble. He tried digging out where Sam should've been but found nothing, "Oh god, no, not Sammy too!" he cried.

Dean closed his eyes and wept. For the first time in a very long time he cried for his family lost to the supernatural.