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Secrets

Chapter 7 – On the Road

Dean had been driving for some time, only stopping long enough to fill up and grab more caffeine. He looked over at his brother and sighed. Sam was sleeping, but from the moans and the pain lines on his face, he could tell it wasn't a peaceful sleep. He figured that his brother was only sleeping because his body wasn't able to handle any more.

Dean hummed softly to the music he had playing on the radio. It was strange, but he felt more like his old self than he had in a long time. Yet nothing had changed really. He still was worried about when Sam would have to face the demon. Suddenly their future was no longer their own, but rather they were part of some big war between good and evil. Dean didn't feel ready for the role that apparently had been set out for him and Sam since their birth. He didn't believe in fate and more than once had spit into the face of it. Yet here he was trying to figure out a way to battle a demon and get both him and Sam out alive…and he would figure it out, because Dean would not accept the alternative.

Sam moaned softly beside Dean. Dean turned and placed a hand on Sam's arm. "Take it easy Sammy; we'll get through this some how." Sam's head rolled to face Dean, but his eyes remained closed. Even in sleep Sam sought the comfort of his brother. Dean knew his brother needed him, but he wondered if Sam really understood how much Dean needed him.

Sam moaned louder this time and began to toss in the seat, his face lined with pain as his breathing began to hitch. "Oh crap Sammy, not again!" Dean pulled the car over and got ready to help his brother as another vision hit him.

Sam was standing on a dark street corner in what looked like a really seedy area of the small town. He noticed that there were other girls standing around, most of them barely covered by the clothes they wore. As he watched, one of the girls walked up to a car that slowed down and stopped next to the curb. After a brief conversation, she climbed into the car and sped away with the driver.

Sam realized that the girls must be hookers. Suddenly another car slowed down and came to a stop in front of him. "Hey sweet thing…feel like showing me a good time?" The young man in the car called out as he pushed open the door.

"Well it depends on what you mean by a good time." A soft voice answered. Sam realized that once again he was seeing things through the woman's eyes.

"Nothing kinky…I swear. I just felt like a little company tonight." The man answered.

"Ok, but I don't do cars…you need to take me to your place. Or we can go to a place I know of that is real private." A hand ran down the man's chest in a suggestive manner, stopping just above the belt line.

"Sure…Sure…ahh…let's go to your place. I have a roommate, so privacy might be an issue."

Sam blinked as the scene changed and he was staring at the battered body of the young man. He looked around and saw that they were in some kind of cabin…there was a lake showing through the cracked window. The one room cabin had no furniture, but Sam shuddered as he saw the hook hanging from the ceiling and the lone bed in the corner of the room.

"You were a very bad boy Tony…and bad boys have to be punished don't they?" The voice asked softly. "I said don't they…answer me!"

Tony's body arched as a red hot poker was pushed against his thigh. Sam could smell the burning flesh and saw the other burn marks that were all over the man's body. Tony just moaned, his head fallen forward to his chest as tears flowed from his eyes.

"You're just like all the rest. Useless! I've run out of patience with you. Only those who are deserving get to lay with me in my bed."

Sam watched in horror as the blade sliced towards the young man's abdomen. Sam closed his eyes willing himself away, but not before he heard the screams echoing in his mind as Tony died.

Before he could close himself off, he heard soft laughter in his head. "Did you enjoy it Sam? I'm waiting for you…how many more will die because you refuse to come? How many Sammy?"

"NO! Please stop it…I can't take it anymore. Please!" Sam cried as he felt strong arms holding him, preventing him from running. All he wanted to do was run as far and fast as he could away from the carnage he was being forced to witness.

"Sammy…calm down. You need to breathe for me ok?" Dean was concerned by the wild look in his brother's eyes. Sam didn't seem to recognize him or where he was. "Sammy?"

But Sam continued to struggle. He had to get away, he had to find Dean. "DEAN!" Sam yelled as he shoved the arms holding him away and staggered from the car. He took a few steps and fell to his knees, his head spinning as drops of blood from his nose dripped onto the pavement below him.

"Sammy! I'm here. You have to relax man…Oh God!" Dean saw the blood and watched in horror as it increased. Sam curled into a ball on the pavement, clenching his fists into his hair as the pain overwhelmed him once again.

"DEAN! DEAN! DEAN!" Sam kept yelling until his voice was raw. Where was his brother, why didn't he come?

Dean realized that Sam had no idea where he was. He'd never seen Sam this bad before. Dean knelt down in front of Sam and placed a calming hand on his brother's shoulder. He could feel the tremors as he listened to his brother sob his name over and over. "Aw Sam, what are these visions doing to you? You have to come back to me Sam…do you hear me. I need you…please Sam!" Dean couldn't help the sob that escaped his lips as he begged his brother to come back from whatever hell the vision had him trapped in.

Sam heard Dean's voice as if he was far away. He stopped and listened, following the voice of the one person he knew would make the pain go away. "Dean?" Sam whispered as he opened his tired eyes and gazed at the wet green eyes of his brother.

"Yeah Sam, it's me. You scared me little brother." Dean admitted as he helped Sam sit up and lean against the car door. Sam's face was pale except for the blood that had run down his chin and onto his chest. "Stay put Sam; I'm just going to grab the first aid kit."

Sam watched as Dean moved quickly to the trunk. His head was pounding and he was finding it difficult to keep his eyes open. He was so tired. He knew that they were heading into a trap and he knew that until the trap was sprung, he was going to be forced to watch the murders. But why…what did the woman want with him? And how did she know about him? Sam flinched as he felt Dean's hand touch his shoulder.

"Where did you go there little brother?" Dean asked gently as he began to clean up Sam's face. He nodded as he noticed that the blood had stopped flowing from Sam's nose and a little color seemed to have seeped back into Sam's face. "Do you need another pain pill Sam?"

"No, I'm good." Sam said softly as he looked into Dean's concerned gaze. "We need to find her Dean…she's killing them because of me."

Dean sank back on his heels looking at his brother. "That's the second time that you said this bitch knew you…do you know how Sam?"

Sam shook his head. "No, but what if this connection works both ways…what if?"

"What if what Sam? You're killing me here. You have to tell me what's going on or else I can't help you." Dean watched as Sam's face filled with terror.

"What if the connection works both ways Dean? What if she can see or sense me like I can see and sense her?" Sam dropped his head. If that was true, they both were in big trouble.

Dean pulled Sam's head forward until his forehead was resting against Sam's. His hands holding Sam's shoulders as he tried to comfort his brother. "Sam, we'll figure this out. I promise. And you don't need to worry…that bitch isn't going to get her hands on either one of us. Once we find her, we kill her…end of story."

Sam sighed. "But what if she is an innocent Dean…we can't just go in guns blazing…we need to know for sure that she can't be saved first."

"Sam you do know that those priest outfits we wore were only for show right? You aren't responsible for saving everyone…sometimes you have to do what has to be done and ask questions later. Otherwise, you may never get the chance to ask the questions Sam."

Sam looked up into his brother's calm eyes. "But Dean, we can't just kill people. We only destroy evil…I have to believe that or else…"

Dean stepped back and helped his brother back into the car. It was time they get back on the road. "Or else what Sam?" Dean asked as he climbed back into the driver's seat.

"Or else, we've lost the battle already Dean. We become what we have spent our lives hunting….evil."

TBC

Raven524: Ok, I know updates are coming slower. But holiday time is just taking up too much of my time lately. Of course, the fact that I've had to bake 4,000 cookies, wrap 10,000 gifts and string thousands of lights hasn't kept all of you from my thoughts. So, a big thank you to everyone who has sent me reviews. I figured you'd rather I update than answer all of you, but know that I appreciate and relish receiving each and every review. I will try to get back to you if things begin to slow down. In the meantime, let me know if you still are enjoying this story…