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It hurt. He panted, trying to get control over his jerking limbs while he lay on the stony ground. The world around him faded in and out of focus, the only thing real for him at the moment, the agonizing pain running up and down his spine, even drowning out the pain of his abused limbs.
A yell let him concentrate on his surroundings again, as he forced his eyes open.
At least his head cleared, now, that he didn't hang upside down anymore.
His eyes stopped on the dark shadow that was situated on top of his little brother. The man from the nightmares he had had as a child. He shuddered as he remembered the cold gaze and the mocking words, the memory strong enough to help him fight the pain and he slowly stumbled to his feet.
For a moment the world tilted and he had to close his eyes to blink it into focus again.
Behind him something shuffled, and as he turned everything around him seemed to freeze.
...
Sam stared in horror at the figure that came up behind the man that held him pinned to the ground. Bobby… Past seemed to mingle with the present, as his mind played tricks on him, let him remember the time as he'd been little…
SPNSPN
He fought against the hands that held him down, keeping him almost immobilized as the man with the crazy eyes kneeling between his legs raised the glimmering, silver-cross. His thoughts raced. Where was his dad? Where was his brother? What had happened? He wanted it all to end. He wanted it all to stop. He wanted them all gone… his eyes scrunched close, as the shiny, sharp tip of the cross started to come down on him, his breath hitched, two words repeated over and over in his mind: "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"
He squealed as something loud exploded, the echo reverberating in the church, another one followed soon. Something warm and sticky cascaded over his body, as he curled up into himself, all hands gone now and still his mind screamed: "Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!"
Silence and darkness followed the onslaught of noise. He didn't want to see. He heard movement and felt hands, touching him, fingers placed at the crook at his neck, then wandering over his body, touching and searching.
His eyes were still scrunched close, as he was lifted and carried away. The air had started to smell odd he thought. He flinched as he was wrapped into a blanket and then felt the cold night-air embracing him. Out! He was out! It had stopped! Exhaustion swept over him, as a small feeling of consolation blossomed in his little chest, letting the rush of adrenalin wane and he drifted off…
The next time he woke, he first didn't know where he was and started to trash, trying to get the hands that held him to release… it took him some time to recognize the scent. The smell of leather, coffee and wind… he felt his hands taken into much larger hands and a gentle, baritone voice let him stop his struggle. His eyes flew open as he understood who was talking to him and his arms wrapped around the man's neck as he clung to him, small sobs wrecking his frame as he felt himself rocked back and froth, the voice continued, choked now with his soothing noises… Sam still stared at their friend who held the silver-cross that was standing a few feet behind the dark shadow. Then everything happened again at the same time.
SPNSPN
He could hear a roar, and almost at the same second the weight that had held him pinned down was gone.
Sam looked on for a moment as Dean struggled with the huge man, frozen to his spot on the ground.
"SAM!" he could hear his brother's stentorian voice drifting into his haze. "SAM! RUN!"
Sam could hear flesh hitting flesh as he pushed himself on his feet, swaying for a moment, while he could feel the blood coming from the wound at the back of his head, running down his neck and soaking his collar.
"SAM!" Dean's voice was cracking, but it was too late.
Sam felt himself being hauled around by Bobby, his legs been kicked out under him and the world tilted as he came down hard, winded he lay there, stunned… only semi-aware that the struggle behind him died down. His eyes were glued to Bobby's gleaming eyes and the silver-cross he held in his hands, holding his breath as he saw him raise it high above his head...
He could hear his own voice almost in awe as he whispered the name of their friend: "Bobby…" survival-instinct suddenly took command and he threw himself to one side, but he was too slow.
He never heard his scream as the cross pierced his skin, going through muscle, scraping bone and tearing muscle and skin again on its way through his body, finally coming to a stop, the tip driven deeply into the stony ground underneath him...
to be continued...