He's My Brother

Chapter 4

Authours Note: First off, let me thank y'all for the great reviews. Let me forewarn you before reading that this is an idea that came to me friday night and forced me to drag my butt out of bed at 4 am to write. I had been babysitting a seven and nine year old for three days straight and so all pure insanity or utter brillance should be blamed on sleep deprivation, 'kay?Now, I was going to wait until thursday to post this chapter but i had some serious procrastiantion to deal with and I was all psyched that i broke the thirty reviews mark on my other supernatural fanfic and so here is chapter four, enturely for your amusement. And once again thanks to the totally awesome girlwholovesjensen for beta-ing for me.

"Damn it!" Dean swore as he tore the Impala apart looking for some sign of where his brother could be and came up with nothing more than a book, Sam's gun, and--this pissed him off the most--Sam's phone. Dean slammed the door to the Impala shut with such a force that Ellen was surprised he didn't rip the door off its hinges. Dean than proceeded to beat his car, trying to take his anger, and fear, and frustration out on the only thing he could; and Ellen was sure that if she hadn't pulled him away from it and restrained him he would have kept it up until he was too broken and bloody to continue.

"Dean! Stop it," Ellen told him, "You're not helping Sam like this."

"No! You're right." Dean yelled, "I'm not! Sam's gone and I don't have the slightest idea in hell how to find him, and Ellen, I'm running out of time!"

Dean's yelling was cut off as Ellen's phone rang. She glanced down at the caller ID, and Dean slumped to the ground in defeat, truly scared that he might not find Sammy in time.

Ellen hoped to god that it was some kind of news because Dean was genuinely scared and she had to admit she was starting to get scared too. Dean was slowly approaching his time, Sam was missing, and maybe, just maybe if they found Sam, maybe there could still be a chance for Dean.

"Jo?" Ellen was surprised to hear her daughter's voice.

"Jo?" Dean stood up slowly as he heard the mention of Jo's name. He was sure she was hunting around these parts, maybe she'd heard news of something.

"Mom, thank god--listen I know this sounds crazy coming from me, but I need you to find Dean, I--"

"Dean?" Ellen interrupted. "Jo, he's with me. What's going on? Have you heard anything about Sam?"

"Sam's with me."

Dean was looking at her expectantly with a look of worry on his face that made her glad to have some kind of news--just the fact that they knew where Sam was made her feel better. Though, she was a little worried that whatever took Sam had her daughter too.

"Dean." Ellen handed her phone over to him. "You better take this. It's Jo--she says she's with Sam."

Dean practically ripped the phone out of her hand. "Jo? Is Sam with you? Is he okay?"

"Yeah, he's here." Her voice was shaking a bit now and Dean softened his tone a bit.

"Are you two okay?"

"I'm fine but, Dean…That demon did something, I don't know what. She gave Sam some kind of vision or premonition or whatever…I think it was real bad, it knocked him out and he has a really bad gash on his head from when she took him…he-he's lost a lot of blood; I can't wake him up."

"Keep trying. If he saw something we need to know. Where are you?"

"I-I don't know." Jo said, "A warehouse somewhere."

"A warehouse somewhere." Dean slowly repeated her words before he blew up at her. "Jo! That doesn't help me! There's thousands of warehouses around here. Its like looking for a pin in a freakin' haystack!"

Dean got no reply and cursed when he realized her phone had cut out.

"Ellen, we gotta find them real fast. Sam's hurt."

Ellen was quiet for a minute before speaking, "Is Sam's computer in there?"

"Yeah, but…how's his laptop going to help us?"

"I had Ash put a chip in Jo's phone after she ran off with you and Sam. We can find them with it."

"Oh god, Ellen, I love you." Dean said as he dug out Sam's laptop from the floor of the car.

"That's what they all say. Now hand it over so we can find them and fix this damn mess."

A few moments later Ellen was done and handed the computer back to Dean.

"Found them." Ellen said with a smile, after all the kids weren't the only ones who knew what they were doing. "Jo was right. They're in a warehouse, in Duluth--its about fifteen minutes from here."

"You know, he did it for you Sammy." Cassia said--taunted, perhaps might be a better term--as she circled Sam waiting expectantly for some kind of reaction from him.

Sam was dreaming, or having a vision, or was drawn into some freaky ass world where it was just him and the crossroads demon. Either way, it didn't matter; he just needed to get the hell out of there before he ran out of time.

"Oh c'mon Sammy, don't be a spoil sport. We've got some time and I was figuring that we could play until Dean comes along--if he makes it. You know, I'm getting the feeling that your brother isn't especially sharp. His timing? It sucks. Think about it. You know, if he had gotten to yellow eyes game maybe…a minute earlier, you two could have avoided all this unpleasantness; it's rather…depressing." Cassia laughed. "Luckily, he won't have to worry about timing soon, he'll be dead, and timing? It isn't so important down there."

"What is this all about?" Sam was lost, metaphorically speaking, what was he supposed to do? She was trying to make him angry, get him to do something. He could tell, and he wasn't going to bite no matter how hard she pushed.

"Just a game Sammy. You want to know a secret? Truth is, I get pretty antsy once soul collecting time comes. Passing the time? It's…hell." Cassia threw her head back and laughed, clearly enjoying playing with him like this.

"You're not going to get Dean's soul." Sam warned her. "I swear to god, I'll stop you."

"Yes, I am--besides, I don't think god is going to be able to help you much now." Cassia sighed, "It's disappointing Sammy. I expected better from you; they say you're the smart one."

"Damn it!" Jo swore as her phone cut out. "Damn. Damn. Damn."

Jo had been shaking Sam for a few minutes now to try and wake him up but he was out cold. She would give anything for some answers right now. As she tried desperately to wake Sam up, she went over the facts in her mind.

Sam had been kidnapped by the yellow eyed demon, the same one that had killed his mom, one year ago. Sam had been killed by one of his fellow psychic kids--in reality, not such a surprise to her, after all, aside from Sam, all of them had snapped and killed, unless of course, they had been killed themselves. Dean made a deal with the crossroads demon to bring Sam back, and was given a year to live--odd, she had always thought that everyone got ten years…--and Sam had been trying to find a way out of the deal. Now, the year was up and the demon was ready to collect. Clearly, the two had split up, or gotten separated--Jo had a feeling it was the latter--and yet she still had no idea of what was going on save two hard facts. Dean was going to die today, and Sam was unconscious.

"Do you miss your girlfriend?" Cassia asked Sam, rather enjoying this little game that she was playing--even though Sammy wasn't playing along quite as well as she had hoped for. "You know, I imagine she died pretty angry with you. After all, you disappeared with your brother, leaving her all alone for yellow eyes to play with--you know, I bet she screamed for you, screamed for you to come and save her as he roasted her on the ceiling just like mommy dearest."

"Shut up." Sam told her, trying to fight he images as they slowly seeped into his mind, trying to control his anger. It was just a game, she was trying to get him to play into this, to get him to snap. He wasn't going to let her win. Not at this, and not when it came to getting his brother's soul.

"Kind of ironic how everyone around you dies so unpleasantly." Cassia said, "Really, first mommy on the ceiling, then sweet innocent Jess, your dad of course--but you know, I'm not sure who to pin that on: you or Dean? It, really, it's a tough call, but maybe Dean and I can hash it over sometime during you know, eternity? And then Dean, you know, he's almost died for you so many times, really, you should think about it. Protected you your entire life, even when you didn't know , he was. Nearly lost his life trying to protect you from some nasty thing or another time after time…gave up his own childhood so you could have some semblance of one…tut tut tut…and how does Sammy repay his big brother? Runs away to Stanford and has the time of his life. Girls, parties, classes, friends. Too bad for Dean, his only real friend left when you did. He gave all that up for you, and you didn't even care…and now, he's going to burn in hellfire for you, for eternity--and don't worry, I'll make sure he doesn't find a way to pull a John and climb out of there."

That was the last thing that Sam remembered before waking up. His head throbbing, and he could feel he sticky wetness of blood as he brought his hand up to his head.

"Sam?" Jo was so glad that he was awake. "Thank god. Are you okay? Your head…"

"Doesn't matter." Sam said cutting her off. "We have to go. Now."

"But Sam, shouldn't we wait for my mom and Dean?"

"They're not going to get here." He said as he suddenly realized what his visions meant. This was all a distraction, Dean was going to be worried about Sam, and Jo and his guard would be down. This wasn't just going to be a regular, common, soul snatching--she, and whoever it was she was working with, they were going to kill all of them. "We have to get out of here. Now." Sam suddenly remembered his image of Jo and her mother being killed. He wasn't going to let it happen. He wasn't going to let anyone else die because they were connected to him.

"Sam." Jo was confused, why shouldn't they wait? They had no weapons, they didn't know where they were, and she sure as hell didn't know how to get out of here.

This was going to end tonight, Sam had lost way to many people and tonight, he was going to stop it.

So, I'm dying to know what you thought loved it, hated it, cried at how sad it was, laughed at how bad it was...I'm not picky. Just review pretty please and I'll get to work on chapter five which albiet some natural disaster or Dean and Sam showing up at my house to exorcise my evil philosophy teacher who I swear is waiting to burn me on the ceiling yellow eyed demon style--chapter five will be posted by next thursday.

Chailyn