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Sam stared at Dean's face in horror as he was greeted by the unceremonious pain in his head. He knew that if he resisted for long he would end up unconscious and he didn't want to pass out from the pain. Not while this bastard was possessing Dean.
So he took the knife and at once the pain began to ebb away but he knew it was not long before he would would end up panting on the floor.
"Take off your jacket " Dean said , a sly smile spreading across his face.
Sam did and threw his almond jacket on the floor revealing his blood soaked flannel shirt . If only Garth could wake up and shoot Dean with the rock salt rounds . But Garth did not stir once. He was showing no signs of waking up anytime soon. Sam decided to stall . He hoped that this ghost liked to talk.
"So how did you posses the people in town, they were no where near your cabin" Sam asked casually hoping to start a conversation long enough for Garth to wake up.
Dean scowled and Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise. Sure he had seen Dean scowl before but this expression on Dean's face just seemed to distort and ruin his perfect features.
"Sammy you will be a good little brother and ask no more questions from me, Ok?"
Sam gulped and noded. Its not like he had a choice.
There goes my plan of stalling , he thought miserably. He looked around and found the shot gun at the other end of the room,near the kitchen . If he could make a run for it , he could take the pain and dash for the gun.
Unfortunately the ghost saw him looking at it .
"Tsk , tsk little brother" Dean said shaking his head , "dont even think about it. You make a run for it and I'll slam you back into the wardrobe"
Sam clenched his jaw ,he knuckles whitened as he clutched the knife too tightly.
"Dean I know you're in there. Come on you can fight him" Sam said desperately grasping at the last straw of hope.
Dean smiled , but this smile was not that heart warming and comforting smile that was constantly on his face telling Sam that everything will be OK . This was a cold and wicked smile that seemed foreign and alien on Dean's face.
"Sammy I'm getting bored with..." Dean began
"It's Sam " he snapped at him out of habit.
"Like I was saying Sammy , why dont we start the fun . Lets start with something small" Dean said as he went to the fridge and took out a bottle of beer.
"I want you cut your arm , just below the elbow to the wrist."
Sam grinded his teeth. He could already feel the headache coming. He knew that if he resisted he would face the pain worse than a cut on his arm.
"Like the ghouls Sammy" Dean said as he turned the sofa around so it was facing Sam. He sat on it popping open his beer.
Sam looked at him confused , he knew he couldn't ask what he was talking about.
"Oh dont you remember Sam" the ghost said rolling his eyes, Dean's eyes.
"The ghouls who once tried to eat you . Big brother saved your ass but still they did do decent job at tying you up and opening up your arms."
Sam shuddered involuntarily at the memory as he remembered almost being eaten by ghouls , he had those scars on his arms even now.
"Sammy I want you to trace those old scars with your knife. Do it " He said sternly. He seemed excited , too excited . This emotion didn't suit Dean who always kept his cool. He would only get this excited when he was about to eat a pie.
Sam gasped as the pain increased. He didn't want to cut himself. It was harder than he had thought. He groaned as the pain began to spike. He felt a tremor pass through his body and his hands began to shake.
The spell was definitely stronger. The last first time he resisted , he made it all the way to warehouse where the vampires had Dean. Now he could already feel the pain spreading through his body. He knew that the tracing his old scars would hurt less than this.
He took the knife and positioned it on his arm. he quickly made a shallow cut along the length of his arm and hissed at the sudden pain. Blood began to flow from the cut and drip down to the Persian carpet.
Dean noded, he had a look as if he was not satisfied. He took a swing of the beer as Sam stood eyeing him nervously.
"I didn't enjoy that" He shook his head " Sam, I want you to stab yourself just between the shoulder blades." He said motioning at the point at his body.
Sam stared at him wide eyed .
"No " He gasped "I'm not going to stab myself"
He was trembling and his knees buckled and he sank to the carpeted floor dropping the knife. He clutched his head between his hands, which he always did to somehow relieve himself of the pain. He groaned and convulsed as he felt a tremor pass through his body.
He heard the ghost laugh and looked up to see him smiling ,"Ooh , go on. This is so much better than torture. Your moans are turning me on"
"You sick bastard" Sam managed to gasp between his fits of pain . He clutched his midsection as he fell to the carpet on his side and writhed in agony. He could feel sweat rolling down his face .
He hollered involutionary as another tremor of pain passed through his body sending sharp spikes of pain through his every muscle. Every joint , every tendon of his body seemed to be on fire.
"Dean " he yelled out.
He could'nt take it any more . Another scream escaped his lips. He heared Dean laughing hysterically in delight.
He could'nt resist anymore .He twisted and picked up the knife that was lying beside him and stabbed himself screaming in pain as he did. Then he felt relief as the tremors ended. He didn't pull out the knife and sagged down on the carpet as tension drained away from his muscles. The sharp , hot pain of the knife was no where near the tremors of pain that had been passing through his body.
He panted and whimpered as he laid down on his back staring at the wooden ceiling. He heard clapping and Dean's upside face appeared over him. His emerald eyes sparkling a cruel glint.
Sam was still panting , his breath came out with hot puffs. He could feel heat radiate out with every breath. The cold draft that flew in and striked against his fever ridden body made him shiver.
"Twist the knife" The ghost said , his voice laced with venomous glee. The voice that did not seem to belong to Dean.
"No" Sam gasped "Please Dean , fight him"
The ghost seemed angry "Dean is not here " He shouted and kneeled besides him.
"Dean " Sam cried out " FIGHT HIM."
Dean continued to look at him with his emerald eyes lined with such hate that Sam turned his gaze away . Sam tried to get up but the ghost forced him back down with one hand on his chest.
With his other hand he twisted the knife in Sam's shoulder and Sam screamed. Tears pooled in his eyes and finally the knife was pulled out of him and he screamed again . He could feel warm blood oozing out of the cut. He tried to get up and move away from Dean but Dean sat on him straddling him.
Sam tried to squirm out ignoring the protests from his aching muscles.
"Dont move Sammy" Dean said sternly.
At once Sam froze dreading the anticipating pain if he didn't obey. The ghost still had the knife in his hands , in Dean hands. Its blade crusted with Sam's scarlet blood.
He placed the tip on Sam's throat and Sam looked at him wide eyed.
"I loved your screams Sam . This was so much fun " He said as he began to trace a cut at Sam's cheek and Sam gasped in pain.
"This was so much fun because I can hear Dean's screams too"
"Dean please" Sam choked .But he ended up further aggravating the ghost .
"I told you Sam , Dean's not here" He screamed and began plunged the knife into Sam's other shoulder . Sam screamed in pain. He was already beging to feel light headed from blood loss. He closed his eyes wanting to pass out and drift into sweet oblivion.
He felt the weight shift and looked to see Dean clutching his head and collide into the curtained window. Sam grew hopeful.
He wanted to yell , to tell Dean to fight the bastard but he couldn't find his voice.
His vision began to blur and he blinked his eyes . He tried to get up. If only he could reach the shot gun but he couldn't and his head fell back on the carpet . His shoulders were screaming in agony . He moaned in pain and gasped as Dean appeared again but he knew it was his Dean.
Worry and concern was edged in Dean's emerald eyes. His eyes grew wide with horror.
"Sammy I'm so sorry. I tried to stop"
"Dean .." Sam croaked and gave him an incredulous look as if saying dude I know it wasn't you so stop blaming yourself and make me all better.
Dean gulped and grinned at him getting the message.
"Sammy , hey dont... Er it would be better if you some how manage to stay conscious. Okay buddy" Dean said affectionately and Sam smiled , relieved that Dean was here. He noded and closed his eyes.
Why was he always the one ending on the floor on his ass with Dean hovering above him. He hated being the damsel in distress all the time. He hissed as he felt Dean press something into his shoulder.
"Hey , gotta stop the bleeding" Dean said. " what did I say about staying awake"
Sam opened his eyes and smiled at Dean. His goofy smile that he would always give Dean when ever Dean would be in mother hen mode.
Dean returned the smile and Sam could hear his reply in his head , you know I'll always be there to get your sasquatch ass out of the fire.
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Dean pressed Sam's discarded jacket into the shoulder wound. He was still in shock of what he , what the ghost did to Sammy. Thank god none of the injuries were life threatening but Sam had lost a lot of blood. His hands were shaking but he tried to keep his cool.
He shuddered as he remembered twisting the knife in Sam's shoulder. He glanced at Garth growing concerned that Garth still hadn't woken up and slept through it all , through Sammy's screams.
Sam moaned again and he focused his attention on a pale, weak little brother that he had to nurse back to health. Suddenly he heard a noise as if a door was being opened. He picked up the shotgun that he had retrieved earlier. He knew that the ghost had left his body but it could return any time soon.
"Dean what" Sam asked but Dean cut him off shushing him.
Then he noticed it , a trap door at the entrance of the kitchen. It was opening to the outside revealing a hand . Dean aimed his shot gun at the person confused since ghosts could not interact physically with objects.
The hand was followed by a blonde head. A girl emerged from the trap door . Her face seemed familiar but Dean couldn't put his finger on it. She was wearing a golden silk dress , that stretched behind her and dragged across the floor .She was smiling as she looked into Dean's eyes.
Sam had attempted to sit up and Dean got up to guard him and stood infront of him with his shot gun ready .
"One more step and I'm filling you with rock salt rounds" Dean snarled at her. He knew he had met her before, all the more reason to mark her as a threat.
She stopped and with one swift fling of her wrist the shot gun flew out of Dean's hands.
Dean looked at her confused. She must be a witch, he thought.
"Why so worried honey " She said and at once Dean remembered the petite waitress from bar . The waitress who had said the exact same words to him that night and Dean had told her all about his fight with Sammy. Dammit she must have put the curse also.
"YOU" Dean said narrowing his eyes at her .
"Dean , you know her" Sam asked as he shakily got up . Dean flinched at Sam's weak voice , he needed to get Sammy and Garth out of here.
In the blink of an eye he took out his gun from the waistband of his jeans and shot twice at the witch. But the bullets stopped in midair and the witch smiled showing off her white teeth. How the hell did she do that without raising her palm or reciting a friggin spell.
The ghost materialised as the bullets fell to the floor .Sam clutched onto Dean's shoulder for support and Dean gripped his arm steadying him.
The gun also flew from his hand landing besides an unconscious Garth.
"It all makes sense now " Sam said as he stared at the ghost who went to stand behind the witch.
"What " Dean asked.
"Dean , thats how the ghost was able to posses random people . The witch must have summoned it for her bidding. She must be a borrower" Sam said in a hoarse voice.
Dean remembered something about witche's classification. He was sure the borrowers were those who had borrowed help from demonic forces in exchange for their souls.
"What did you do , sell your soul to get all this power?. I bet you did , you sold your soul to the devil"Sam said.
The witch clapped her hands together, "Sam Winchester, so it's true . You really are the smart one"
The witch knew their names. This was looking more like some personal revenge , vendetta like situation.
"You put the curse , didn't you" Dean asked although he knew she put the curse. He didn't know why the hell was she doing it.
"Dean " The witch pretended to be shocked and covered her mouth with her palm " How could you call it a curse , its more like a wish. You wanted little Sammy to listen to you. Remember"
Dean scoffed "Why , why are you doing this."
"Yeah , why did you kill all those people" Sam chimed in.
The witch smiled eerily , "Why do you think," She asked singing each word.
When both the brothers did not reply she continued , "how does it feel like to know all those people died because of you Winchesters" She spat the last word.
"What the hell are you-" Dean began furiously but the witch cut him off.
"Thats right, I killed those people to get your attention. I could have easily finished you at the bar Dean or I could kill you right now. " She paused as if savouring the horrified look on their faces.
"But it isn't fun. All your pathetic lives you claim to save people from monsters. How does it feel like to know that all those innocent people died because of you" She said and began to laugh.
Dean felt Sam's body start to tremble , he looked around to see Sam pale as a sheet. He knew it wasn't from the blood loss. It was because of the revelation that the bitch had killed all those people in their name.
Suddenly an image of a drunk , loopy Sam came in Dean's head. Sam sprawled on the sofa with one plastered arm with tears in his eyes. His words began to play in Dean's head.
That man, I couldn't save him. Dean, I should have saved him.
I have to save as many people as I can Dean , to change my destiny.
Even now , every one around me dies, Dean.
So Dean knew what Sam was going through. He didn't let such things bother him , he knew those people died because of a deranged , psychotic witch.
"Why ? " Sam asked in a choked voice , "why ?"
"Because you Winchesters ruined my life" She shouted and then took deep breaths to regain her composure.
"Lets take this party downstairs. Move now or else I'll make Mr Robert's ghost here posses Dean again" She said.
Dean really didn't want that. Right now his only hope was to do what the witch wanted . Sam was hurt and was practically leaning on him. His shirt was soaked in crimson blood and Dean's big brother radar was off the charts. He didn't want to give the witch any reason to wham them with another curse.
So he sighed and began to move towards the trap door grunting under Sam's weight. Sam moaned as Dean pulled his injured shoulder around his neck .
As they climbed down the stairs an overwhelming odour from some truly atroceious smelling herbs filled his nostrils and he could even taste a little cinnamon on his tongue. They reached the bottom to see a small room lit with candles .
There was an altar in the middle . A table with a large bowl on it with a flame underneath. Thick fumes matted the air and Dean's eyes began to water . He began to cough .
They turned as the witch climbed down with a faint clicking of her heels on the wooden stairs. She flung her wrist and Dean felt an invisible force lift him away from Sam and slam him into the wall. He gasped as the air was knocked out of him.
He heard Sam groan and saw him pinned to the opposite wall. He seemed to be struggling to focus his vision and was blinking his eyes . How the hell did this witch get so strong? It was obvious , she was clearly dealing with demonic forces so she must have sold her soul.
"You know I was was actually one of the naturals " The witch began as she threw some powder into the bowl and the fire below turned a shade of magenta.
"I used to harness my power from the surrounding forces , I never hurt anyone. I strengthened my powers and it was all because of my high priestess. She showed me that my abilities were not a curse. She gave me a position in her coven . Everything was perfect. " She seemed to be in a trance looking at a point in the air.
"Perfect" She repeated.
"Then everything changed and-"
"Sorry to burst your bubble but thats called life , ya know . Ups and downs , they're a part of life . It doesn't mean you lay your crap on other people. For example people like us who are in no mood to have a therapy session with you on how to deal with life." Dean said as he smirked at her.
"Right Sammy ? " Dean said and Sam grunted in response.
She moved away from the altar and came to stand infront of him. He looked back into her eyes with gaze laced with every ounce of defiance he could muster. That was the only thing he could do since he couldn't move a muscle.
She raised her hand and twisted her fingers, still looking into his eyes, Dean prepared himself for whatever was coming . But his eyes grew wide as he heard Sammy scream .
Sam was convulsing against the invisible bonds and his eyes were wide open in shock and pain.
"Stop it " Dean shouted as he looked at Sam who was still screaming and kicking at the wall. The witch smiled and lowered her hand .
At once Sam's screams died away replaced by panting and gasping . His bangs were plastered to his forehead and his head lolled onto his chest.
"You interrupt me again and next time I'll break every bone in his body. You understand ?"
Dean gulped and noded. The witch moved back to the altar.
"Sammy , you okay buddy" Dean asked wanting to know if Sam was still conscious. Sam lifted his head and gave him a weak smile. He couldn't even tell Dean that he was okay. Dean clenched his jaws. He needed to get Sammy out A.S.A.P.
Unfortunately the witch had resumed her story, " So as I was saying , I had a family , a coven . We even had a floral and herbal shop. The high priestess made me incharge. One day I was on a supply run and when I came back I—-" Her voice broke as tears began to pool in her eyes and freely slide down her face.
"I found every one dead , the shop ruined and you and your father standing there in the middle" She said glaring at Dean.
Dean remembered that case. It was the time when Sam had run off to Stanford and it was also his first time dealing with witches.
"Why did you kill them ? We weren't hurting anyone. We minded our own business" She asked while sobbing and came to stand once more in Dean's face.
Dean didn't feel sympathy for the bitch. But he did try to look sympathetic as he answered her.
"I'm sorry to tell you this but the shop was just a ruse , a cover. Your coven was secretly offing people for money. They were doing a hit man's job"
She didn't belive him, Dean could tell that from her face. Afraid that she would hurt Sam again Dean began to reason with her.
"Tell me, on your supply run. Did you ever get gifts from people like clothes or bracelets, shoes even ties or any household things?"
She did not reply but she had suddenly gone very still. Dean continued.
"Your coven was secretly killing innocent people , trust me they did and they kept you in the dark . We knew that . We knew that you had no idea what was going on . Thats why we let you go". Dean said softly.
He didn't remember her but he remembered dad telling him about a girl who the coven used to collect objects. The coven would then put the spell on those household objects killing the person they belonged to .
"No" She screamed and she gripped his chin . Dean looked back at her sadly.
"Its the truth" He said calmly.
"You're lying " She shouted in his face. "I'm going to avenge their death"
"Why wait " Sam asked in a hoarse voice. "Why wait all this time for you revenge"
She let Dean go and spun around to go to Sam instead . Dean growled when he saw her brush Sam's sweaty bangs from his eyes. Why did evey creepy bad guy always had to do that?.
After all this was over , Dean would make sure to tell Sam to shave off his hair. But right now he needed the witch to focus on him , not on Sam.
"Yeah , we are pretty famous in the supernatural world . I'm sure you've heard about us. Why wait all this time. ?" Dean said loudly trying to get her attention off from Sam.
"I was just a little girl , I didn't have full knowledge about the supernatural. In order to exact my revenge I wanted to get stronger. I had to get stronger."
She strolled to the alter and threw a long wooden bark like object into the bowl producing a lot more fumes. Dean began to cough even harder. How the witch could just stand there in the fumes without coughing her guts out was beyond his comprehension.
"I practiced and studied every book , every spell I could find. I discovered the only way to gain true power was to sell my soul"
"You ruined your life chasing revenge. You could have moved on" Sam said sadly. Dean knew that unlike himself Sam was actually feeling sorry for the bitch.
She fiercely scowled in Sam's direction who seemed unfazed.
"How could I move on , I had no family . I came home to see my family bleeding, their insides sprawled on the walls . I ran inside when I realised that your father was torching the place. I tried to stop him . I yelled at him and you know what he told me. "
She said as she rubbed away the tears by the back of her hand.
"He told me to forget this ever happened and continue living my life. I wanted him to kill me too so that I could join my family. I tried to throw one or two spells at him but the only spells I knew were about healing people" She covered her face with her hand and stifled a sob.
"I'm sorry" Sam croaked and Dean rolled his eyes when he saw Sam's still affective puppy dog eyes at the play.
The witch laughed , he straight blonde hair were now curly and fuzzy because of all the fumes.
"Oh you will be sorry . I can't have your father but I can have you" she said as she picked up a knife from the table and the bowl, the heated bowl which had been steaming on the fire for the past 15 minutes. She picked it up with her bare hands without being affected by the heated metal and made her way towards Sam.
Dean's heart began to frantically thudd in his chest. He wanted the bitch away from Sam.
"Hey, Sam wasn't there when we roasted your coven. Let him go. He has nothing to do with this" Dean said desperately.
She ignored Dean and easily unpinned Sam's arm from the wall. Sam groaned and scrunched his eyes on the rough treatment of his injured shoulder.
Dean could tell that Sam was fighting to stay awake. The way that his head wobbled on his shoulder and how his glazed eyes seem to dart all around the room not focusing on one thing. Dean could tell Sam was fighting to stay consious.
The witch placed the bowl underneath Sam's arm on the floor. She raised the knife and traced Sam's jaw line with the tip.
"Let him go , he has nothing to do with your coven" Dean shouted "Please" he added.
She turned to look at Dean and smirked, "On the contrary Dean. Sammy has everything to do with this . I will make you suffer by making your brother scream infront of you just like you burned up my family infront of me"
Dean bit his lip and struggled fruitlessly against the invisible chords around his body. The witch was about to slice Sam's already bloody arm when there was a loud crash from upstairs.
Finally Garth was awake. He really did take his sweet time waking up. Dean felt relieved.
"Oh , it seems your gangly friend has woken up. But I'm sure Mr Roberts will keep him occupied until I'm done" The witch said fondly.
Dean looked around and realised he hadn't seen the ghost since they came downstairs, so the ghost was keeping an eye on Garth. He hoped that Garth was not concussed and somehow he could take on the ghost.
He was drawn from his thoughts by Sam's whimper and he saw that the bitch had already cut him on the arm. She had made a cut parallel to the one that Dean had— that the ghost had made.
The blood was collecting in the bowl and the witch waited patiently.
"Hey leave him alone , bitch" Dean shouted . Rage was boiling in his chest as he saw Sam's blood slowly drip into the bowl.
Sam groaned and his head lolled on his chest . He was already too weak and was taking deep heavy breaths.
"Hey I was the one who torched your coven , remember . Hey" Dean shouted trying to get her away from Sam.
She did not turn to even look at him.
"What are you going to do to him" Dean asked , fear laced every inch of his voice.
"I am going to kill him slowly and painfully . Oh and Dean I never got to ask . Did you enjoy my parting gift from last time when we met at the bar"
"Gift" Dean snorted "Yeah right. Lady I think you got the wrong impression. I'm not a man who is satisfied by a little peck on the cheek" Dean said mockingly.
She ignored him. "Has Sammy been a good little soldier" She said as she lightly slapped Sam on the cheek who moaned and lifted his head looking at the witch with fluttering glazed eyes.
"Awww. I almost feel sorry for killing you Sam" She crooned over him .She lifted Sam's face up with the flat side of the knife .
"Screw you" Sam huffed out . Dean felt pride swell in his chest at Sam's transformation from puppy dog look to the defiant and hate look. But right now he really wanted Sam to go with the puppy dog look.
The witch chuckled and lifted the bowl to set it back at the alter. There were loud crashing noises again followed by gun shot sounds.
The witch oblivious to the continuous noise began to chant in Latin.
Dean at once grew fearful and looked wide eyed at Sam. Sam looked back confused and fearful. He gave Dean a weary smile which Dean did not return.
Suddenly Sam's eyes grew wide and he bit his lip . His pushed his head against the wall. Dean could tell he was trying to keep himself from screaming.
The witch continued to chant and Dean shouted at her to stop. Sam started to scream and began thrashing wildly . He dropped to the floor . The witch had let him go and he curled into himself .
The witch stopped chanting and Sam stopped screaming. He was whimpering and shuddering .
"Sam, Sammy " Dean shouted to him. Sam uncurled on his side and looked at Dean . Dean became horrified to see a trail of blood making its way from the corner of Sam's mouth to his ear .
He spat the rest out on the floor but did not try to get up.
"Please , stop. Dont hurt him. You can take me instead. Torture me all you want" Dean pleaded.
"Oh , Dean. Dont you see. I am torturing you" She said and began to chant again.
Sam groaned and curled into himself. He started screaming again and coughed out blood in between the screams.
"Stop" he managed to gasp in between the fits. His body convulsed and he staightened . Dean could see tears pouring down his face.
"Stop , please" Dean shouted over Sam's screams, over the chanting. Suddenly there was gun shot noise and Dean spun his head to see Garth standing on the stairs with Dean's gun in his hand. He was bloody and messed up.
Three red dots were spreading quickly in the front of the golden dress that the witch was wearing. Sam was lying still on the floor now face down.
Dean dropped to the floor as he felt the witch's's hold loosen on him. He quickly ran forward and tilted the altar sending the bowl crashing to the floor. Its contents spilling in every direction.
The witch sank to the ground landing on her knees and she began to laugh. A laugh that sent shivers down Dean's spine.
"Whats so funny , bitch. You're dying" Dean said .
She continued to laugh hysterically and then stopped to spit out blood. She raised her palm towards Dean and Dean fell something hit him lightly. He staggered back a little and his body felt ticklish and funny.
He felt hair rise at the nape of his neck. Garth limped forward and shot again and the witch let out a blood curdling scream . She fell to the floor on her back but not before she could speak to Dean one last time.
"Dean Winchester I have fulfilled your wish as my last parting gift" she said slowly and eerily singing the words like a nursery rhyme.
TBC
Oh poor Sammy. I dont know why I like to see him suffer , hehehehe ( Evil laugh)
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