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It took Lauren hours to fall asleep. She slept next to Dean, careful not to touch him. His fever had broke entirely, but he was still weak. She knew he was going to have nightmares. It was inevitable. This incident would probably haunt him forever. And this was only night one.He groaned softly, she put a hand on his face.
"Shh," She soothed. "It's alright baby." She heard John and Sam arguing in the next room.Some things never change. She laid down and closed her eyes, slowly she dozed off.
Her face was filled with amusement. She dragged the barbed wire across his chest again. She laughed as he screamed. The crowd blurred around him. The laughter filling his ears, as unforgiving and mocking as ever.
"No!" Dean yelled. "No you're dead!" Lindsay smiled coldly, leaning in and kissing him forcefully.
"Don't you get it baby? I'll never be gone. I'll climb out of Hell and I will find you. You'll never be safe!" She raked the wire down his chest again.
"Ahhn! Please!" He screamed. "Please god no! Nuahh!"
"Dean!" A voice said. "Baby wake up!" Lauren.
He opened his eyes. Lindsay's laugh echoing in his ears. Lauren's hand was on his face, which was covered in a cold sweat. She tucked her arm under his neck and pulled him close. He wrapped his arms around her tightly, wincing as he did so.
"I-I thought...It felt so," He began shakily. He could still feel the cold steel of the barbs sticking into his chest. He blinked and hot tears stung his eyes.
"Shh," Lauren said tenderly. "I know Dean, I know." She laid him down gently. She wiped a tear off of his cheek. "It's alright baby. Just sleep." Dean nodded and closed his eyes. His breath shaky as was the rest of his body. Lauren knew this was only the beginning.
John was confused. The way Dean had talked about Lauren...He made her sound like the best thing that ever happened to him. Then he had talked to Bobby. Bobby told him who she really was. The girl who had almost killed him.
She was about fifteen, Lindsay, seventeen. John had hunted this demon for about a week. Lauren had been doing the same. Once John had finally had it cornered, Lindsay was there as well. She was going right along with the murder the demon was about to commit. The demon had seen John, and told Lindsay to kill him. Lindsay charged at him, blade in hand.
Lauren had come in just as John started firing. It was almost like slow motion as the bullets pierced her body. Lindsay was dead before she hit the ground.
Lauren had collapsed next to her body. She cried for what seemed like ages. John knew he had made a mistake.
"You sonuvabitch!" She had shrieked. "You killed her! You killed my sister!" She stood and ran at him, her eyes filled with fury. Before John could explain Lauren's gun was drawn and aimed at his chest.
"Wait a second," John said. "I didn't know she was human. All I knew was she was trying to kill me." Lauren cocked the gun.
"So what?" She said, tears still sliding down her face. "You just shoot first and ask later?" John thought for a moment, trying to find the right words. "It won't matter anyway. You aren't getting out of here alive." John remained calm.
"She was evil and you know it." He said evenly. "I only did what you would have to do eventually."
"Who the hell died and made you God?" She screamed stepping closer to him. "Who are you to decide who lives and who dies? You can kill whatever evil you decide but people are completely different! Hunters hunt-"
"Evil?" John finished. Lauren shook her head. She lifted the gun above her head and brought it down on his head. Then his world went black. John had woken up in the same place. Lindsay and Lauren gone. He hadn't seen her again until now, almost ten years later.
John didn't want his son to be with this girl, and he would make sure he knew that.
"Dammit Sam how in the hell did this happen?" John yelled.
"I don't know Dad. I leave for more than five minutes and Dean was gone when I came back! Here's a good question, where the hell were you?" Sam shouted back. John shook his head.
"Sam I told you-"
"Yeah you decided to be a selfish bastard like usual. Dean's done everything you ever asked him to do and you can't even come and save him. I called you Dad. I called a lot. I didn't hear a word out of you until you decided to stop hiding and see your son. What the hell is wrong with you?" Blood was rushing to Sam's face, his fist clenched and his knuckles white.
John sighed and bowed his head. "You're right Sammy." He said. Sam unclenched his fists, his body relaxed and he stared at his father in utter shock.
"What?" He wasn't even sure he heard him right. John rubbed the back of his neck.
"You're right. I was completely selfish. I was too worried about myself and Dean needed me. I'm sorry Sam." He said quietly. Sam shook his head.
"It's not me you should be sorry to," Sam said, opening the door. "Dean's the one that needed you when you weren't there." He left the room, leaving John alone, and ashamed.
Dean opened his eyes and immediately jumped back, pain tearing at his battered body. Her black eyes bore into his, that evil smile dancing over her lips.
"I told you I'd be back." She said. Dean looked around wildly for Sam, Lauren, Dad. Lindsay shook her head. "Oh Dean. You won't be seeing any of them for a while."
"What'd you do?" Dean asked softly, fear welling in his stomach and rising to his throat. Lindsay stood walking to him and putting her mouth next to his ear.
"I killed them," She said. "I started with your whore. Then little brother. Then Daddy." Dean shook his head, his heart leaping violently into his throat, accompanying his fear.
"I don't believe you." He choked. Lindsay laughed.
"Of course you don't. Let me open your eyes." She grasped his hair and pulled up. She flung him across the room and he landed hard, hearing a rib crack underneath him. He groaned loudly. Lindsay grabbed his hair again and dragged him toward the other room's door. Dean fought feebly against her, only making her grip tighten. She forced the door open and shoved Dean inside. He collapsed against the floor and slowly pushed his aching body from the ground. Dean looked up into Sam's eyes. Empty, cold, lifeless. His throat was slashed and blood was spattered across the floor.
"Sam." He breathed. Tears appearing instantly. He backed away from his brothers body, grief overwhelming him. "Sammy." He turned his head and gasped. Lauren's empty blue eyes gazed at nothing, a knife stuck out of her chest. Dean reached out to her. He brushed her hair from her face. "Lauren." Dean said loudly. He gulped, tears flowing fast. He cradled her face in his hand. "God please Lauren no." Dean turned around and instantly wished he didn't.
His father laid sprawled on the floor, blood covering him. Dean jumped and slid away from the bodies. He leaned against the wal,shutting his eyes tight to escape the horror in the room. He pulled his knees up to his chest and buried his face in them. "No, no, god please no. This didn't happen...please." He moaned. His heart broken and empty. He felt Lindsay beside him.
"Oh but baby it did happen." She said. She grabbed his face and forced it up, making him look at the bodies. "God you're pathetic. You're useless. You have nothing now. You're completely alone. No one to save you." Dean said nothing. "Say you're pathetic." Dean remained silent. Tears cascaded down his face as he stared at the bodies of the ones he loved. "This is all your fault. If it wasn't for you they'd still be alive. You're weak. They didn't need you, you need them. You useless pile of flesh you might as well have killed them yourself. And you know that, don't you?" She shoved him to the ground, his body shaking with sobs. "Say you're pathetic." She said.
"I'm pathetic." Dean cried, his dignity and pride gone. She kicked his ribs and gave him a reason to scream and let out some of the agonizing pain that dwelled inside him.
"You're weak!" She yelled.
"I'm weak." Dean shrieked. She struck his face. He screamed and sobbed loudly. His heart ached with grief. She kicked him again.
"You're nothing!" Lindsay said laughing.
"I'm nothing!" She raked her nails down her chest. Dean let his anguish and pain escape his lips.
Lauren woke when Dean began mumbling in his sleep. She stared at him closely, trying to make out the incoherent words coming from his mouth. She shook his shoulder lightly. Trying to save him from whatever torment was going on in his mind.
"Dean." She said. She touched his face and he jerked away.
"Sam." He said softly. But he wasn't calling out to Sam. His tone was hurt. "Sammy."
"Dean wake up baby." Dean squirmed slightly.
"Lauren." He said, sadness seeping out of his lips. "God please Lauren no."
"Dean it's alright." She said. "I'm here it's okay."
"No,no god please no. This didn't happen...please." He moaned. Lauren shook him again.
"Dean please wake up." She begged. Dean writhed faster.
"I'm pathetic." He whispered. Sobs wracking his body. Lauren's heart ached. Then Dean screamed. It was hurt, anguished and it scared her.
"No baby you're not. Please god wake up." She tapped his face lightly.
"I'm weak!" Dean shrieked. Arching his back and still screaming. Lauren pulled him close to her, his body tense. She pulled him to her chest. Tears spilling from his eyes. Lauren's as well.
Sam appeared behind her. His breath gone when he saw his brother.
"Dean baby you have to wake up!" She yelled. Her heart ached as he shook in her arms.
"I'm nothing!" Dean's scream broke Lauren's heart into thousands of pieces. Sam's stomach lurched.
"Dean please!" She screamed. Suddenly Dean's eyes opened and he collapsed in her arms. Lauren looked down at his tear soaked face. Dean buried his face in her shirt, sobs overwhelming him. Lauren hugged him tight. Gently caressing the back of his neck. His body shook violently and he wrapped his arms around her.
Sam was scared. He backed against the wall. His breathing shallow. He wasn't used to seeing dean so helpless, or afraid.
"Don't let her hurt me." Dean whispered through sobs. "Please." Lauren kissed his temple.
"She won't baby." She said. "I promise."
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