Title: Shadow Play
Author: Cindy Ryan
Pairings: Atlantis: Sheppard/Weir,Teyla/Ronon
Category: Xover. Supernatural,Stargate SG-1, Stargate: Atlantis
Timeline: Set two months after All Hell Breaks Loose part 2. All Stargate and Stargate Atlantis timelines are Alternate Universe
Summary: Sequel to Eternal. In a turnabout Dean finds himself fighting in the underworld for Sam's eternal soul. Not knowing any of this Sam struggles to help the Atlantis team find a way to save Dean's life. Will the brothers find a way back to each other or is it too late?
Author's Notes: Picks up directly where Eternal left off.

"Sam, come on, let them do their jobs."Elizabeth said gently as she pulled the younger man away from his brother's still form.

"Why is this happening?"Sam wondered as he struggled briefly in Weir's embrace. "Why?"

"We'll figure it out, Sam, I promise."Elizabeth said softly her maternal instincts kicking in.

John grasped Weir's right arm and pulled both out of the room. "Come on, they need room to work."

Elizabeth got Sam as far as the doorway before the younger Winchester planted his feet and refused to move.

"No, I'm not leaving my brother."Sam stated his words coming out in hoarse choked gasps.

"Sam?"Sheppard called waving a worried Weir off. He stepped in front of Sam to gain his full attention and Sheppard was convinced he still didn't have it.

"Sam? Hey."John said quietly as he touched the younger man's left shoulder. "Sam."

Finally Sam's worried, grief-stricken gaze focused on Sheppard and John was shocked by the turmoil of emotions he saw.

"If you want to help Dean, we need to move outside."Sheppard stated as he slowly began to move Sam outside. "Trust me, scratch that. I know you have no reason to trust me or anyone here; but Beckett's saved my life more times than I care to count. If there's a way to help your brother, Beckett will find it."

For the first time in a long time. Perhaps for the first time ever…..Dean physically shoved a woman off of him.
As best he could with his arms in shackles.

"I'll let that one slide."The Crossroad demon stated calmly as she maneuvered herself into a standing position, using her hands to smooth out her dress.

Dean scowled. "How do I know you'll keep your end of the deal?"

The demon smiled. "You'll just have to trust me."

"Trust a demon? Not gonna happen."

Before Dean could react the shackles disappeared and he found himself falling fast toward the fire below.

It was taking every ounce of Sam's remaining will power to allow Weir and Sheppard to keep him away from Dean.
From the infirmary's main waiting area Sam could still see into the room where Dean lay. He could still see Beckett and the medical staff struggle to stabilize his brother.

It was killing Sam not to be next to Dean. Not to let his brother know he was there.
He needed to be in that room. He needed to beg his brother to fight.

Six months may not be very much, but it was what they were promised.
Why were the demons revoking the deal now? If that's what this was.
Had Dean been right? Had Sam in his race to find a way to break the contract had he involuntarily broke the rules?

Sam walked over to the nearby wall. He stretched his arms up and laid his palms flat against the surface. Tears began to threaten and Sam squeezed his eyes shut.
Sam felt his right hand ball into a fist.

Demons never played by the rules, he knew that. It'd been drilled into his head since he was old enough to understand what a demon was.

Suddenly Sam felt something warm and sticky slide down his right hand. He hadn't even felt himself punch the wall.

Now the black plexiglass type material that covered it was in shards at his feet.

Sam looked up dazedly and saw Weir and Sheppard rushing toward him. His knees gave out just as Sheppard reached him and placed a supportive arm around his shoulders.

Sam slid to the floor cradling his injured, bloodied hand.