Well We Thought We Were Gaining
We Turned Back The Time
It Still Slips Away

~Within Temptation- Forsaken~

Chapter 2

Bobby huffed angrily as he tried to call Dean for the fourth time. The kid had turned off the phone, most probably knowing that Bobby was going to call him. It was almost close to 11:00 p.m. and Bobby's patience was on edge.

It was highly uncharacteristic for Dean to leave his sick brother alone. 'Well beating up the Impala was not exactly something Dean would have done!' His mind reminded him and the older hunter heaved a long sigh.

The Impala had been a sore subject since the accident. It'd been nine days since Dean had finally lost his pent up anger and beat up the Impala. Things had been somewhat tense between him and Dean, until Sam had gotten sick with flu.

Bobby had been worried about the youngest Winchester's health. Sam hadn't escaped the accident without injuries. Bobby knew that he had signed AMA from the hospital and when he tried to voice concern about it, Sam brushed him off saying that he was all right and they had to concentrate on Dean. And then John's death and Dean's withdrawal from Sam had pretty much messed up the kid.

Sam had gone to work in Sherry's diner even before his hands were healed from the burns he sustained, saying that Dean needed more help with money. Bobby was not happy about the decision, but Sam held onto his plan. Dean was already working on the old Mustang of Mrs. Weatherly's which he gave to Dean to work on so he'd be able to but new parts for the trunk. Four day ago, Sam was down with flu and only then did those two idjits start having a real conversation other than yes, no, or fine. Sam getting sick had finally hit a nerve on Dean and he had returned back to his role of being a big brother.

Dean had gone to town, saying he needed a break. He went there around 6:00 p.m and Bobby thought that it was time the kid moved his ass back to the house. Bobby had a gut feeling that Dean would be at Miller's place since that's the only bar around the town. If Dean's plan was to go hustle that would be the place he'd go. What worried Bobby was the fact that Dean could be drunk. Which was the reason he had been calling repeatedly, trying to contact the elder Winchester and to tell him stay put until Bobby to come to pick him up.

Bobby sighed and made a decision on going to check over at Miller's place. He made his way to the guest room to wake up Sam and tell him the situation. He was halfway to Sam's room when he heard Sam screaming for Dean. Worried about the younger Winchester, Bobby hurried to Sam's room.

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Sam was pressed to the wall with such unnatural force that he kept on struggling to break through. Panic and terror built inside him, seeing Dean dying… from the hands of their father. Possessed father…. But still it's still their father and seeing it was as if someone plunged a knife into his heart.

"Stop it," Dad suddenly said and that was it, both of them were released from the invisible grasp. Sam grabbed the Colt from the table and aimed it at dad. The demon was back… sneering at him.

"Kill me, you kill Daddy."

Sam stood his ground. "I know." He was going to shoot dad in the leg and then he didn't have to die…if he could just remember the complete exorcism ritual… There was a chance for performing the ritual on the demon as he still had the powers, but Sam had to try something. He had a family to safe.

Suddenly Dad gasped. "Sammy!" Breaking through Sam's thoughts.

"It's still inside me. I can feel it! Just shoot me. You shoot me. You shoot me in the heart, son!"

'Something was off!' Alarm bells ran inside his head… this was not suppose to happen… he shot his dad on the leg right? This is soon… too soon….

In his panicked haze, Sam heard his dad's chuckle.

"Of course, you never follow a simple order," his dad taunted with a sneer.

"You had this one chance of avenging your mom and Jess and you blew it!"

His father raised a hand and Sam was slammed back into the wall. His head hit with a crack and pain shot through his head.

"But you couldn't really follow that orders now, could you, Sammy…. Well this time it gonna cost you dearly."

Sam watched in horror as Dean was lifted from the floor and pinned back to the wall. There was blood still spilling from his mouth. Dad threw his head back and laughed as he continued to torture Dean.

"Dean!!!"

"Dean!!!" Sam screamed as he woke up, sweating and shaking. The sheets were tangled around his body and Sam kicked them wildly trying to get free. He tried to control his breathing and panic building in him.

'Something is not right…Dean's in trouble'

Sam held his head in his hand willing the pounding to stop... Something was wrong, something was really wrong with Dean… He almost jumped out of his skin when he felt someone touch him on the shoulder. Sam's panicked eyes met Bobby's concerned ones.

"Sam?" Bobby asked worriedly.

"Dean… Where is Dean?" Sam asked panic building inside him.

"Sam calm down… Dean went outside."

"Outside?"

"Yeah said he's going to get some fresh air, but it's late. I was going to go to look for him."

"I… Bobby he's in danger… I .. I.. have a feeling. We gotta hurry up." Sam clambered out of the bed quickly. If not for Bobby he would have been face first on the floor.

"Oh no, kid… you are staying at here," Bobby said sternly.

"I can't…. Please, you have to understand, he's in some sort of danger… I can feel it. Please don't make me stay here," Sam said desperately, trying to reach for his hoodie. Bobby shook his head remorsefully and Sam understood. Bobby was just trying to look out for him. But Sam needed to go. He couldn't bear staying behind, thinking what could have happened.

"Ok, get dressed and come downstairs," Bobby said, handing him the hoodie and jeans from the rack. Sam nodded at him gratefully. "Thank you," he said. Bobby grumbled under his breath and walked away from the room.

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Half an hour later they were in Bobby's truck, heading into the town. Sam periodically called Dean's phone but received his brother's voice mail. Sam was almost tempted to throw the phone away, but he held the frustrating urge, reminding himself it was the only way to reach Dean faster.

Sam's phone started ringing just as they were entering the town. Sam checked the caller ID and it was from Dean. "Bobby… it's Dean" he said relived that finally they were able to get hold of Dean.

"Where the hell are you, man?" Sam demanded even before Dean could answer him.

There was a hesitation in the other end before a female voice came through the phone. "Hello, is this Sam speaking?"

"Yeah it's Sam who are you? What are you doing with my brother's phone?" Sam demanded and Bobby looked over at him, anxiety written all over the older hunter's face.

"I'm calling from St. Mary's hospital. We have a young man called Dean Butler here who was brought in beaten up and with a concussion. He kept on asking for a Sam so we found your phone number. "

Sam mind was overload with the information. Dean was beaten up? By who? Concussed? How bad was it? It would be quite a serious one or Dean would not be at a hospital. Sam felt his phone grabbed away from his numb fingers.

Sam heard Bobby talking but he couldn't clearly place what he was saying. He felt the truck stopping and he felt Bobby's hands on his shoulders.

"He's all right Sam… just a concussion. They plan to keep him for overnight observation… he's fine. He'll be out no time" Bobby said soothingly. Sam blinked back the tears.

"Please not again" he whispered hoarsely. Bobby cupped his face.

"No Sam… I promise not this time!"

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Too many flames, with too much to burn
and life's only made of paper
Oh, how I need to be free of this pain
but it goes over, and over, and over, and over again

~black sabbath- Over and over~