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Chapter 8

'What I want to know is what have you been hiding?' John said leaning back in the chair. 'Why is my son dead, right after he spoke with you? Which I'm sure has happened to many others besides him.'

Madame Haleen sat there with the same evil glare that she had put on about half an hour ago when the whole breaking and entering occured. Sam held some of his shirt he ripped off against his cut to stop the bleeding. He was tired. Tired of not getting answers, tired of sitting there, tired of not being with Dean. That mattered the most. He knew his dad would find a way to bring Dean back to them. And then they could work on that family thing that Dean talked fondly about.

'John Winchester. You think I'm going to just hand my secrets to you just like that? You must take me as a fool.' Madame Haleen spat. 'You and your whole family are pitiful. You fall into traps easier than animals.'

John rolled his eyes. 'Listen to me, and listen good. I want my son back. Now. Tell me what you're doing and how to stop it'
Madame Haleen laughed. 'It can't be stopped. But it can be changed. Why on Earth do I want to help the likes of you? Or anybody?'

'She said the same thing to me, Dad. She's not gunna help us.' Sam added in. Tired also of being quiet.

'Shush, Sam,' Madame Haleen smiled at Sam. 'The adults are speaking. It's rude to inturrupt.'

She looked back at John and glared. 'There's only one way to change this and I'm very sure you know how. Not playing dumb now.
But let me ask you this, are you up for the risk, Winchester?'

John looked down at the coins on the ground. 'There are always other ways.' He suddenly flew out of his chair and held a switch blade to Madame Haleen's throat. She eyed it evily. 'Start talking, bitch.'

Sam shifted in his seat. How far would his father go to get information? Sam didn't want to find out.

'What does the writting on the coin mean?' Sam piped up holding up one of the coins. 'This isn't Latin.'

'No you foolish boy, not everything has to be in Latin. Is that what you hunters think?' She sneered. 'No wonder you get not a thing done.

'You better start talking.' John said bringing the knife closer to her neck. She swallowed hard and began to speak up.

'It's Italian. It says 'Angel of Death take me,' it's a legend from old times to entertain children. There was an angel that would watch over the wishing wells in Italy. If a wish didn't turn out the way things planned, they would blame it on the angel of death.'

Sam raised his eyebrows. 'But why is it here then?'

She raised a fingure from under the ropes. 'There was this one well that people explained was the Angel of Death's well. When a wish was made, bad luck would be cast upon them. Soon folks were so worried about it that they tore it down. Underneath it was a large gold engraving of the Angel of Death himself. The villagers took it out and burned it down into coins. But the coins nevertheless were also cursed. They don't bring good luck around with them. Those coins are them.'

Sam was confused. 'How come you're doing this? There's no reason.'

Madame Haleen laughed. 'I brought these over from Italy from my family. My decendants made the fountain. It was our curse. Now my curse. And as soon as I get rid of the curse, I'll be free.'

'So you kill innocent people?' John asked lowering the knife.

Madame Haleen shook her head. 'They don't always die. It's not like that everytime. But it's also not my problem.'

'It is your problem,' Sam said looking out to the well. 'you're cursing other people.'

'I told you the story, Samual, you don't have to believe me, but you also can't stop me.' She said. And with that, the ropes flew off of her and a force knocked both Sam and John down to the floor. Madame Haleen stodd up and wiped off her dress.

'I was waiting forever to do that.' She said with and evil smile. 'You see Sam, she said walking over to him and grabbing his hair to make him look into her black eyes. 'Along with the curse, I have powers beyond belief. Well, belief for people unlike yourselves.
They throw my coins into the well, and all I have to do is take them back out. The curse is nothing compared to the wonderful things I can do.'

She picked him up and flung him into the chair. The ropes that once was on her hands and legs were now tying themselves onto Sam locking him into place. John got up and ran at her with his knife. With a flick of her wrist, the knife went flying out of his hands and he went flying into a bookself. Madame Haleen walked over to John and knelt down.

'You don't think you deserve to live?' She said sadly putting a hand to his cheek. He looked up at her with a glare and swatted her hand away. 'It's true isn't it? You summoned the demon in the hospital didn't you? But you couldn't do anything about it. You had second thoughts and were too afraid to sacrifice yourself to sav eyour oldest son! The only son who cared about you and would never leave you! He gave up so much for you ungrateful bastards. Tsk tsk, John.'

John shuddered and looked away. 'Dad! Don't listen to her. Don't do anything.'

'Hush, Sam! Madame Haleen yelled and his mouth was bound shut. 'The adults are still talking.' She turned back to John.
'Oh, look what we have here.' She said as she opened John's hand. Inside of it was one of the golden coins. 'Having some thoughts, John? Thinking maybe Dean does indeed deserve to live? Hmm, I think you know what to do then.' Madame Haleen said taking John by the hand.

As if in a trance, John followed Madame Haleen out to the well not looking back once to Sam, whose muffeled yells were useless.
Madame Haleen turned to Sam and smiled. 'Take a good look, Sammy,' she said wickedly. 'You're father's as good as gone.' Sam began to panick. As much as he wanted Dean alive, he hated to see something like this get the best of his father. Maybe his father really wasn't in a trance. Maybe he really knew what he was doing. The he was going to give his life up-again-for Dean.

Sam began to breathe heavily and closed his eyes. He tried to think of what he did when he moved the dresser from the way of the closet when he was trapped before. Sam started to think of every bad moment in his life. His mother, Jess, Dad, Dean, the demon. The demon. He was winning again. He tore his family apart by killing both his mother and father. And Dean. The life Dean could have had. The person he would have been. Himself. He could have been happily married with Jess by now. Hell, at this moment, they could have been on their honeymoon. But the damn demon always got in the way of anything good in his life. When Sam opened his eyes the next minute the rope was on the ground and the cloth was gone from his mouth.

He got up fast and ran out into the dark, rainy square to catch up to his dad and Madame Haleen. 'Dad!' Sam yelled. Madame Haleen turned around looking infuriated. 'Stay away, Sam! Let him be!' Sam shook his head as he dove for her and the toppled into the water. 'No way, bitch.' She punched Sam and he went soaring into the statues of the well. Sam looked at his dad who was holding the coin in his hand. Sam splashed over to him and grabbed his wrist. 'Dad, no. You can't leave me. I can't loose you again. You just apologized for being a jerk to me.' He laughed.

Tears swelled up in John's eyes. 'I know what I'm doing, Sammy. Dean can help you more than I ever could. Even if the demon had never came into our lives. You have a bond.'

Sam shook his head, which was followed by a large object hitting him right in the back of it. He fell face first into the water and listened to Madame Haleen.

'Come on, John! This is what stops you from making your decisions! You think too much! Just make your damn wish!'

With that, John took his fist and hit her in the gut. She doubled over in pain and fell next to Sam who looked at his dad. 'Take care of Dean for me, Sammy. And take care of yourself.' John smiled at him and closed his eyes.

'I wish Dean was alive.' He said and flicked the coin into the well. The coin fell into the water with a soft thunk and sank to the bottom.

Time seemed to stand still for a moment. Sam and John looked at eachother. Madame Haleen got out of the well and began to walk away.

'So it's been done.' She said quietly.

John's knees buckled and he put his hand to his chest. Sam jumped out of the water and caught his dad. 'No, no, no.' Sam said as he could hear John gasp for breath. John grabbed Sam's hand and smiled at him. He closed his eyes and began to disappear.

Soon there was nothing left of him and Sam sat alone in the vast emptiness. He looked around and saw nothing. The well was gone, Madame Haleen was gone, and his dad was gone.

'Sam..' He heard someone call out from the distance. 'Sam..?' He looked around and saw no one, but he still heard a voice.

'Sam!' Sam jerked out of his trace. 'Hmm?' And he turned and looked at Dean driving the car once again down the highway. 'Dean! Oh, I thought...'

'Thought what?' Dean said looking worridly at him. 'You okay?'

Sam nodded 'I'm fine.'

'You drifted off for a moment there. And had a weird look on your face. You sure?'

'Positive. Thanks though.'

Dean nodded. 'Okay so what about this wishing well from hell now?' He asked startling Sam.

'Wh-What do you mean?' Sam asked.

'Well I don't know, you were telling me about some newspaper article that said something about someone with a well.'

Sam looked down at the newspaper clippings and saw the article about the wishing well. Sam swallowed. 'Uh..'

Dean stepped on the gas pedel making the newspaper clippings flutter around. Giving Sam his chance, he took the article and threw it out the window. It twisted and turned until it settled on the ground in the opposite direction from which the car was moving.

'Oh, damn. Scratch that one. It was probably nothing.' Sam said smiling at Dean. 'We should just take it slow anyways.'

Dean gave him an unsure look. 'You sure? Because you were pretty persistant on going on a hunt so soon.'

Sam nodded. 'We need the rest. A vacation per say.'

Dean nodded. 'Amen, brother.' He said as he sped pass the exit for the town of the wishing well. Sam gave a sigh of relief.
'Besides, it probably wasn't a hunt worth dying over. People can survive this one theirselves.' He said.

Dean laughed, 'Damn straight.' And turned up the radio as 'Highway to Hell' began to play.

'I think I'll die if you sing though.' Sam said as Dean opened his mouth.

'Hey! Driver picks the tunes. Shotgun shuts his cakehole.' Dean said and began to sing as they passed by an old lady in a long flowy dress. Sam was too preoccupied to notice Madame Haleen as she watched the car disappear over the hill and smile as she made her way back to her tent for the tourists.

THE END

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