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So, in this chapter, we will know what a shultir does and what is happening to Sam. The only question is, can Dean save Sammy?

Dean was nowhere to be found. Sam searched frantically for him, waiting for him to be his lifeline, waiting for him to be enfolded in his big brother's arms again. But that was not to happen. He found himself sinking into deep oblivion again.

It had been twenty days since he had been transported to this godforsaken place and the seventh time that Dean had tried to kill him. Sam tried to make sense of it all, his heart breaking over and over again. How could Dean hate him? Dean was his big brother, his protector, his family, his Dean. How could he hate him enough to want to kill him?

In these times, Sam welcomed the darkness, wishing he could be Sammy again. Wishing he could be 'bitch' again. He surrendered to the inky blackness of peace.

"Sammy needs a hospital, Bobby. He can't stay here, we are not helping him, he's not coming back, I've tried, Bobby."

Staring back at the pleading eyes, Bobby felt his heart tear as he took in Dean's anguish. But that was not the way to go about it. The idjit should have thought twice before making the deal and his brother, the bigger idjit, before making his deal with the shultir.

The last twenty days brought no relief when it came to the younger Winchester's condition. He was on IV now, the liquid dripping into his blood stream the only thing keeping him alive. His normally vibrant eyes still remained glazed over, staring at nothing and at everything till Bobby nearly went mad himself.

He remembered a little 5 year old dancing around in his salvage yard, rolling around in the dirt with Bobby's dogs till he looked like a tiny rug rat dog himself. The picture brought tears to his eyes, but he blinked them back. He needed to be strong, as much for Dean as he was for Sam.

"Look, Dean, nothing can be achieved in a hospital that is not being achieved here. We've put him on IV, nourishing his body somehow and keeping him alive. His physical wounds are also healing well. This is not about his body anymore. Sam won't come out because he's living in a land of his own, a land where only nightmares come true. Everything bad that ever happened to him will come haunt him in any twisted way possible. That was part of the deal to which your idjit brother nodded his head."

"Making a deal with a shultir is not easy, Dean. Wherever Sam is, he would not remember much of what happened before. For him, the world he is living in has become reality. I don't know what is happening out there, but it must be pretty bad if it evokes all those seizures your brother is having at regular intervals. It is no use hunting or killing the shultir, it's job is done. The only satisfaction it got was doing it's job of spreading pain."

"That doesn't mean you give up. The only thing that could break these deals are the bonds of love and protection. For Sam to come out of that world, he has to believe that it is not real, that you are out here waiting for him. I believe that he can sense things happening here, he just can't sort it out in his muddled brain. All you can do is be there for him. Don't give up on him, Dean."

A wry smile stretched across Dean's face. "As if I ever could, Bobby."

Jessica walked along the calm river bank, her blond hair blowing into her blue eyes. Sam stared at her, taking in her beauty, her grace. He could do nothing else really. She was out of his reach. She didn't want him anymore, she said that if she ever saw him again, she would be in grave danger, and that he was selfish to come back to her. The hurt in her eyes when she accused him of not caring was so intense and the hatred in her voice so cold that Sam turned away from her forever, his eyes filling with tears.

Now, as he watched her, he wanted nothing more than gather up in her arms and tell her that he loved her. That he was not evil, that he would die for her.

All he could do was wrap long arms around himself and try to warm his cold and shattered heart.

Okay, that's about it for now. Sorry it was a really short chapter. I ll make up for it by making the next one extra long. I have the next chapter in draft already and am working on two chapters simultaneously. I have procrastinated enough and am taking a resolution to finish this story by the tenth, or else!

Please review, it helps me boost my poor ego and get on with the writing :)