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9

Lauren didn't know how long she held him. It could have been minutes, hours, days. She didn't know. As long as he held onto her she wasn't letting go. His sobs were shaking her body and making her cry harder each time. She kept herself silent. She knew if she cried aloud she'd scare Dean. Dean had nothing to hide anymore. His cries echoed mental agony and the pain that gripped his body. Sam's face was white. His face buried in his hands. Lauren tried not looking at anything.

She couldn't look at Sam, his face to painful to look at. She couldn't look at John. It was a face she hated and it was filled with a confused anguish that she didn't recognize. If she even glanced at Dean her heart broke all over again. And she couldn't close her eyes. Every time she did she saw Dean, tied to that wooden post and being tortured by her sister. Dean's sobs stopped. He leaned back and stared up at her.

"Lauren." Dean said, his whisper barely audible. She blinked and looked down at him. "S-somethin's wrong." He slurred. Lauren looked at Dean's chest.

"Oh god Dean." She said. Sam looked up, John walked forward. Four long gashes had made their way onto his chest. It looked like fingernails had dug their way in, blood dripping from them. Fresh bruises were on his ribs along with a deep purple one on his face. "Dean what happened?" Lauren said softly. Dean shuddered and closed his eyes. Lauren traced her hand along the bruises, trying to see if any of his ribs were broken. She pushed lightly on a particularly dark one and Dean yelled.

"AHNN!" Lauren removed her hand instantly. Dean breathed heavily. "Lindsay." He muttered. Lauren shook her head.

"Dean baby that's impossible. She's in Hell I sent her there myself." She replied.

"You think he did this to himself?" John's deep, gruff voice said. Lauren turned and scowled at him.

"No John I don't. I'm just trying to make sense of all this." She let Dean lay back down and she stood, looking into the face she had never wanted to see again.

"I can tell you right here and now what happened." John said, voice rising. "You let her go again, didn't you? No matter what she does you always let her go!"

"No John I didn't!" Lauren yelled. Dean winced. "I said the exorcism. I sent her to hell. I did every damn thing I could. For once I didn't listen to my heart and I killed her!" Lauren and John were toe to toe, faces red.

"Stop." Dean whispered. His request was unheard by the two.

"Your damned sister almost killed my son! You say you sent her to hell but how come she's in Dean's head and still trying to kill him!"

"Stop it!" Dean said louder. Lauren and John turned. A pained look was spread across his face. His green eyes filled with anguish. "She was your sister?" Dean asked quietly. Lauren's forehead creased. She sat down next to him on the bed. She gently rubbed his face.

"I was gonna tell you baby." She began. "But yeah, she was. But she's not anymore. She's a demon now. And there's nothing I can do about it except send her to hell."

"Yeah right." John said. He looked past Lauren and into his son's eyes. "Dean this girl will get you killed. You've been with her for less than a month and look what happened. This won't work. She's Lindsay's little sister. And if Sam learned everything he knew from you, who do you think she learned everything from? If Lindsay's bad what do you think-"

"Dad stop." Dean breathed. John stopped, shocked that Dean interrupted him. "I love her...more than anything in the world. And nothing you say is going to change that." He whispered harshly. Sam's eyes were wide. Dean had never spoken to John like that in his life. It had to be the fever talking. John opened his mouth, Sam stepped in.

"Dad can I talk to you for a minute?" John turned to Sam.

"Yeah." He said. He walked into the adjoining bedroom and shut the door. Sam shut his eyes, sighed, and followed.

"Dean, you have to sleep baby." Lauren said gently. Dean shook his head rapidly, which turned out to be a bad idea. Nausea swept over him quickly.

"I can't." He said, fear in his voice.

"I'm right here Dean. Just know that I'm always right here." She laid down next to him and hugged him close. Dean fought sleep for over an hour, his eye lids becoming heavier and heavier. Finally he gave in.

Once he was asleep, Lauren cleaned and covered the new cuts on his chest. She wrapped his ribs as best as she could. She sat next to him for a few hours, until that familiar sensation of her visions came over her, and she collapsed next to him.

Dean woke with cold metal around his wrists and ankles. They were each tied to a bedpost, the shackles attached to his limbs ending in chains around the posts. He tried moving his limbs but it hurt too much. Lindsay stood next to him, a flask in her hand.

"Nice to see you again Dean." She said. Dean's eyes remained on the flask. "You use this a lot," She said, shaking the bottle. "Especially on my kind. And something I've learned Dean, anything can happen in a dream," She brought her face close to his. "Anything. And this dream juice I took lets me do whatever I want." Dean trembled as she touched his face. "Including hurt you with one of your favorite weapons."

Holy water. She unscrewed the lid.

"I hope this tastes good." She said, grinning.

"Please," Dean begged. "Please Lindsay no." Lindsay grabbed his face and forced his jaw open.

"Sometimes we don't get what we want." She said, still grinning. She dumped some of the contents down his throat. Instantly, Dean's throat and mouth were set ablaze with burning agony. A bloodcurdling scream escaped his lips. Smoke erupted from his throat in curling gray tendrils. He coughed, sending more anguish to his throat. Lindsay cackled loudly. He coughed again and water dripped down his face, burning it as well. He arced his body, ever still screaming. Lindsay pulled the flask back, then flung it forward sending the molten water across his body. Dean's shriek was bonechilling. Lindsay still laughed. She stepped in front of him and made him look at her.

"Tell my sister I won't stop until she kills me." Dean tried to speak, only a weak rasp came out. Lindsay laughed again. "As soon as you can." Dean let the tears welling in his eyes flow as he continued to moan and scream.

Lauren sat up, sweat covering her face. She looked at Dean, who was sleeping contently. It hasn't happened yet. She shook Dean's shoulder, did anything to try and wake him up, it was no use.

"Please," He suddenly whispered. "Please Lindsay no."

"SAM!" Lauren yelled. Sam and John burst from the room, eyes wild. "Sam, bottle of water, now!" Sam pulled out a bottle and handed it to her.

"What's wrong?" He asked. His question was answered in the next instant. Dean screamed, really screamed. Sam cried out when smoke poured from his mouth.

"DO SOMETHING!" John bellowed. Lauren touched Dean but knew nothing would wake him. But it didn't stop her from trying. She jumped back when his chest smoked too. Sam ran over and held Dean's arms down, preventing him from hurting himself. Dean screamed again, pain-soaked and sent goosebumps up their spines.

"What's happening?" He yelled.

"Lindsay!" Lauren yelled back. Dean's body arced as he writhed under Sam's arms.

"AHNN! GAHHHSSSNN!" Tears flowed down his cheeks.

"Dean please wake up!" Sam bellowed. Suddenly his eyes flew open, but his cries remained.

"MAKE IT STOP! PLEASE LAUREN MAKE IT STOP!" Lauren tore off the lid to the bottle of water and poured it as gently as she could into his mouth. Dean calmed a little. He relaxed his tensed body slightly and stifled his screams to groans.

Lauren caressed his face, tears sliding down her own. "That bitch is dead. So help me God I'm gonna kill her." She whispered. John stood a little ways off, numb and paralyzed at the sight of his eldest son. Sam's breath was heavy, his hands shaking. He gently removed them from his brother's arms. And Lauren was right, that bitch was dead.

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