He's My Brother

Chapter 3

By Chailyn

Authors Note: Okay first off--thank you everyone for the reviews, totally appreciated and they definitly inspired me to keep this going even though I have barrels of school work that's been drivin me nuts. Thanks in particular to girlwholovesjensen for beta-ing this for me. All you people should go check out her stories she's an awesome writer. Please review, and may I just say it took me forever to get this up here because decided that my life was not difficult as is with college and so it made me submit this a dozen times before it worked, so pretty please make my day and review. I put this up especially cos its a thursday and i don't know about y'all but after an new ep i like to rush to my computer and read some fanfic...anywho I'm babbling...

Enjoy!

It had been seven hours since Ellen had heard from Sam and she didn't like it one bit. Sam was stubborn, but he would have called her back by now in the hope that Dean may have called her. It just didn't make sense, and she had a gnawing feeling in the pit of her stomach that something was wrong--a feeling she had learned a long time ago to not ignore because when it come to things like this, her instincts were usually right. With that thought she picked up her phone to call Dean and left with the intent to check out the highway where Sam had called her from; hoping that for once everything would be okay.. If something had happened a while ago, as she had suspected it had, she was sure she'd find the Impala there or some kind of trace of Sam.
"Ellen, are you sure?" Dean asked, his question coming out as more of a demand; turning his car around with a sharp screech of the tires before she even replied.

"Damn it, you're not listening to me. No! I told you it's only a hunch I've got. I'm on the highway now and…" Ellen's voice caught and trailed off as she saw the '67 Impala parked haphazardly at the side of the road.

Dean picked right up on the pause and it was enough to give him a freakin' stroke.

"Ellen. Ellen! Did you find him? Did you find Sam, is he okay?"

"I don't know." Ellen said not bothering to explain to Dean what she'd found, it would only be another unnecessary worry for the boy. She grabbed her .23 millimeter and slid out of her car, slamming the door shut. Ellen checked the Impala to see if it was empty from the outside, got nothing, and then tore open the driver's side door with her gun cocked and ready. "Dean I found the Impala but it's empty, there's no trace of Sam--I can't even find sulfur."

"Where are you?" Dean asked pounding down on the gas, willing it to go faster even though he was currently pushing 200 mph.

"The I 98 ten miles from the Batesville exit."

"I'm on my way, wait for me--I'll be there in an hour."

"But Dean, it's…" Dean hung up on her before she could finish her sentence leaving her to talk to herself. "A three hour drive."

Sam came to groggily with a mind numbing white hot pain shooting through the back of his head as he slowly rose from the cold, hard, concrete floor.

"Son of a bitch…" Sam muttered as everything came back to him in a flash; Dean…Cassia…Sam groaned and looked around trying to assess how much trouble he was in and where the hell she'd brought him. His guess was that it was some kind of warehouse, and that, what? He was here as some kind of collateral for the deal Dean had made? Sam dug through his pockets to look for his phone hoping he still had his phone--he knew hoping for his gun was too much of a reach, she was a bitch but she wasn't stupid--but he paused when he heard what sounded like muffled yells; apparently he wasn't alone.

"Hello?" Sam called out trying to ignore the throbbing pain in the back of his head. "Is anyone here?"

The muffled yelling got louder as Sam approached a door--unlocked. It had all the makings of a trap, but Sam went in anyways—after all it had worked out for him so well the last time he'd been abducted by a demon—if she had someone else he couldn't just leave them there--and the whole trap thing didn't have him too worried, as things were, he'd already been kidnapped, knocked out, was probably in the middle of nowhere; and he had no idea where Dean was, or if he was okay--how could it possibly get any worse?

Sam recognized the chained up girl immediately. He realized, yes, it could most definitely get worse.

"Jo?"

She was gagged and he had a feeling that she was as surprised to see him as he was to see her and rushed over to pick the locks on the chains with the paperclip in his pocket.

"Sam, you honestly have no idea how good it is to see you." Jo said as he pulled away the gag so she could talk. "But what in the hell is going on?"

"I don't know." Sam said. "Jo, how long have you been here for?"

"I don't know. A few hours maybe?" Jo explained, "I was in Kentucky, hunting a chubacabara and then I went back to my motel and I got sidelined by some demon who kept talking about you and your brother…what's going on Sam?"

"I don't know, she got me in the Impala when I was looking for Dean…"

"Yeah, where is Dean? She said he was part of this too."

"You don't know?" Sam was surprised; he figured that Ellen would have shared the news of Dean's deal with her.

"No." Jo was getting irritated with him, she really would like to know what the hell was happening.

"The demon that took you, I'd bet anything that it was Cassia, the crossroads demon."

"Why? What does she want? Doesn't she just make deals?"

"Yeah."

"Then why is she after you guys? What'd you do to piss her off?"

"Dean made a deal."

"Dean did what?" Jo couldn't believe what she was hearing. From what she knew about Dean and all she'd heard about him from his dad, from anyone…he was smarter than that. "When did he do that?"

"Last year."

"Why would Dean do that? I mean, Dean's done some stupid things, but he's smarter than that. What for?"

Sam eyes shifted downwards as a sense of guilt washed over him because she was right, Dean was smarter than that, and if he didn't get out of here and find Dean fast, he was going to lose his brother.

"Last year," Sam started quietly, unable to look her in the eyes.

"Sam, what happened?"

"I died, and Dean--Dean made a deal with her to bring me back."

"Sam I…" Jo didn't know what to say, she and Dean had their differences and… she couldn't pretend she'd never had feelings for him.

"It was my fault." Sam said, relieved to be getting it off of his chest. He and Dean never spoke of it, it was taboo—at least Dean didn't, not seriously, aside from that one time... "I screwed up, last year when the demon kidnapped me to go with the other psychic kids and now Dean's going to die because of it, if I don't find him before she gets to him."

"Sam it's not your fault." Jo said, trying to sift through all of this information that she was hearing for the first time. She knew how close the brothers were and…she couldn't imagine what he was going through, the thought of losing the last bit of family he had left.

"Yeah, it is. I could have killed him-Jake-I had the chance, but I didn't and he killed me and now Dean's going to pay for it if I don't find something…I have to find him Jo."

"Well, lets get the hell out of here then and find him before that bitch gets back."

"It's a little to late for that blondie," Cassia drawled as she appeared in front of them. "And Sam, god! Cut it with the whining please, I swear you're driving me nuts."

"What do you want?" Sam asked her pushing Jo back behind him which irritated her--she was getting real damn sick and tired of all these men thinking she wasn't a good of enough hunter to take care of herself.

"Me, I'm a simple girl. I just want my souls, but you know that, don't you Sam? And you see, you have a very, very important purpose in this game. I just want Dean's soul but turns out there are some people who are very angry with me for the deal that I made with your brother and we're just trying to remedy it. You're the key player in the game Sam, and screwing with you gets me bonus points--and that's where you come in blondie, I'm pretty sure Dean there, won't get here in time so you get the fun job, you get to tell him all about all this so that he can realize the pain that Sammy here's about to go through; make sure you let him know, its all his fault."

Suddenly, Sam felt as if his head had split open and as if his body was on fire. It came to him as bits.

Dean…his dad…the fire…his mom…Dean being torn to shreds…

"What the hell did you do to him?" Jo yelled as Sam was bent over, his body shuddering with the ferocity of the image.

...Dean crying over his brothers body...Jo, dying like their mom did...Ellen being torn to shreds by a demon...

"Just a little preview of what's to come." She said with a grin, "A girl's got to have some fun once in a while."

Jess screaming in terror and pain as the demon killed her, begging for mercy, for help, for Sam to save her…Dean again, dying as Sam watched his brother bleed to death…

Sam slumped to the floor unconscious and Cassia disappeared.

Jo had never seen anything as terrifying in her entire life as the horrible way that Sam's body convulsed during that vision that he'd had and she suddenly realized why Dean was so fiercely protective of his brother. Cradling Sam's head in her lap--with the gash that had split back open when his head hit the ground--Jo didn't know how to get a hold of Dean but she did know how to get a hold of her mother and she would bet on her life that her mom would know where he was.