Empire of Dirt
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Chapter 7
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"I don't like this." Dean said angrily. He stood in the doorway to his and Sam's room and watched their Dad talking quietly to Sam who lay on his bed.
"You and me both kid," Caleb said from behind him. "But it's too late now. We kill this thing or we lose Sam."
"How did it come to this? Why use Sam? What was my Dad thinking?" Dean asked turning to Caleb and Joshua. Joshua didn't even look up from his research but Caleb sighed.
"You're going to have your Dad, because I sure as hell don't know." He said and turned quickly away when he saw John walking up.
"Sam wants to talk to you." John said coming right up to Dean.
"I want to know why Dad." Dean said frowning.
"Not now Dean," John said firmly. "Go talk to your brother." Then he walked away. Dean watched him sit down at the table and put his head in his hands. 'Good' thought Dean and then walked into the room.
"How are you doing Sammy?" He asked.
"I'm scared." Sam said in a small voice. He was clutching the silver dagger John had given him. It was another reason why Dean was beyond furious. Sam had to be the one to kill it. It had to be killed as it was over the sick child, so John had said that Sam was the only one who could do it.
"I know you are kiddo, but nothing is going to happen to you, I promise." Dean said in what he hoped was a reassuring tone.
"How do you know?" Sam asked and Dean suddenly felt he was looking at Sam as a two year old again and he just wanted to grab him up and take him away from all this.
"Dad, Joshua, and Caleb are all right here. Most importantly, so am I. As long as I'm around, nothing bad is going to happen to you." He promised and Sam smiled.
Joshua was watching from the door and turned to John.
"I hope you're real proud of yourself Johnny,"
"You can rip me a new one later," John said. "We need to focus." Joshua turned away angrily just as Dean walked up.
"He's ready.
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Two hours went by with nothing happening and Dean was getting anxious.
"Are you sure it's gonna come?" He asked.
"It will," John said.
"So why is it making Sam sick?" Dean asked.
"Bethany Chamber's son died from a bad case of the flu," Caleb explained. "So part of the curse is to make the kids sick a few days before they're taken."
"I thought he was sick because he was in wet clothes for too long." Dean said softly, almost to himself. "Why don't we just burn the house down?"
"The original house did burn down in 1974," Joshua spoke up. "It was rebuilt and a year later a kid went missing. She cursed the land, not the house."
"So Dad, you knew all of this before we moved in?" Dean asked turning to his father who didn't seem to want to answer any of his questions.
"It was one of the reasons why we moved to this town in the first place." John admitted. "I tried for a while to get rid of the demon without involving anyone. We needed to live in the house and it needed to make a child sick. There was no other way."
"Why Sam?" Dean demanded. "I would have done it for him."
"Bethany Chamber's son was six. The oldest kid to go missing was 10. Sam was the only one." Dean just starred at his father and John knew he would never accept any explanation. When it came to putting Sam in danger, Dean always would find another way. There was no way to justify it to Dean and John could barely justify it to himself.
"Look," Caleb whispered. The familiar blue light was coming from the door and the air became thick. Dean's breathing quickened and Joshua put a hand on his shoulder. Everything was quiet for a moment.
"Dean!" Sam's scream broke the eerie silence. Without hesitation, Dean ran to the room.
"Dean! Wait!" John called after him, but Dean didn't listen. He got to room and saw the Demon pinning Sam's arm down. It was the arm he was holding the dagger with. With its other hand, it was touching Sam's face.
"Dean!" Sam was in pain now and Dean rushed forward. He grabbed the dagger from Sam's hand and turned to the Demon ready to waste the son of a bitch, but the Demon was faster. With a flick of its eyes the dagger turned and plunged right into Dean's side. He screamed out in pain and things suddenly seemed to be happening in slow motion.
He saw his Dad, Joshua and Caleb rushing into the room. He could tell they were yelling he just couldn't hear them. Then he looked at Sam who was crying now. He wasn't sure if it was the pain or the Demon, but Sam was beginning to look transparent. Dean couldn't lose Sam. He wouldn't let that happen.
He knew what he had to do. His Dad just didn't seem to be moving fast enough. He grabbed the dagger and with another scream he pulled it out of himself and then thrust it into the demon. Unlike the doorknob, this stuck. The area around the dagger cracked like a mirror and began to fall off. Burst of light shot out. Dean didn't care to watch anymore. He grabbed Sam and they fell to the floor.