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Ok, WOW, I was completely blown away by how many people were not PISSED at the last chapter...shrugs I guess you people just like to see little Sammy in pain. lol, keep the revews coming people!
They pulled into Lander just as the sun was rising, and it cast a hollow red glow through the trees as they drove to the secluded home of Derik and his father. Sam pulled the Impala into the driveway and stopped the car just in time as Derik appeared suddenly in front of him.
Sam, not really knowing why he had even brought Alison's body to Derik, got out of the car and opened the back door. He held onto the door as he looked down at Alison's body.
She was lying across the back seat, her eyes were closed and her mouth was slightly open. One arm had fallen to drape over the side of the seat and the other was over her stomach. She could have been asleep…except for all the bloody cuts and lacerations and the white, pasty color she had become.
Something died inside of Dean as he watched his brother from across the top of the car. Dean knew that without a doubt this would be the blow that left his brother, with not just one hole but, torn apart.
Dean noticed how Derik seemed to stay back slightly, as if sensing that Sam would go off at any given minute. What was even more incredible was how he seemed to know how hard Alison's death had hit him…even after only meeting him one time.
He rounded the car and came up behind Sam. "Do you want me to…?" Dean wasn't even sure what they were doing in Lander with her body. He didn't know what the rush was, had they waited until morning the hospital would have released her body.
Sam shook his head, but it was so faint that there was barely even any movement. "No…" He answered weakly, but he made no move to get her.
Dean took in a breath and grabbed Sam's wrist to gently pull him away, but Sam had other plans. He ripped his arm out of Dean's grasped and shoved Dean away. "I said I'd do it!" He shouted.
Dean raised his hands. "Okay." He said quietly and glanced over his shoulder at Derik. He had no expression on his face and his eyes had gone black. Dean blinked and when he looked again they were normal. Dean wiped the back of his hand over his mouth.
Sam leaned forward and hauled Alison's lifeless body out of the Impala. Dean shut the door as Sam walked towards Derik. Sam's face was stony and Derik's face was still expressionless.
"Follow me." Was all that he said before he turned on his heels and began walking into the dense forest.
Without questioning, Sam followed. Dean caught up and they dragged behind.
"Dude, what are you doing? We don't even know these people and now you're just blindly trusting the asshole?"
Sam looked down at Alison's face then turned to his brother's worried eyes. "Alison thought of these people like family, Dean. As much as I don't want to believe it, coming here just feels right."
They walked into what Derik had referred to as his father's haven. The trees that surrounded the area looked even more beautiful in the pale morning light then they had the last time that they had seen it.
Shamus walked out of one of the huts and stood on the porch. Even from the distance Dean could see the sorrow and pain contorted on the older man's face. Dean wondered how it was even possible that they could have known that Alison was dead.
Derik stopped beside a small pond where a large, flat boulder was located beside it. If Dean hadn't known better he would have thought it was a ritualistic looking spot. His eyes darted back to Derik suspiciously. There was something going on the Sam and he were being left out of…he just wasn't sure if it was good or bad yet.
Derik motioned to the rock. "Lay her down, Sam."
Sam gently and reluctantly laid her body across the flat rock. He moved her arms to rest beside her body and pulled the stray hairs from her face. He took in a heavy breath and moved away from her.
Derik stepped forward and began to examine her body. Sam's brows furrowed as Derik lifted the bottom of her shirt to look at the hole in her stomach. He moved down to her legs to peer at the gashes up her calves and thighs. He tipped her head forward to stare at the puncture in her jaw.
Sam snapped after three minutes of Derik going over every wound on her. "We're pretty fucking certain that she's dead, Derik, so if that's all you wanted…"
Derik whipped around. "I damn well know she's dead!" For the first time since they had arrived Dean saw how greatly Alison's death was affecting him. His eyes looked as though they were glowing amber when he snarled back at Sam…but that wasn't possible. Dean shook his head.
"Just give me a minute, Sam, that's all I'm asking."
Dean wasn't sure what to expect, but Sam nodding weakly and shutting his mouth was nowhere near to the explosion that he had thought was going to happen.
"Thank you." Derik turned and walked briskly over to where his father still stood, watching them intensely. He started talking with his father, and it appeared as though they started arguing.
Dean turned to Sam. "You're starting to freak me out, Sammy."
Sam hesitantly looked at Dean. He didn't answer because he was starting to freak himself out.
Derik shook his head. "It is worse than I first thought."
Shamus looked at his only son. "How much?"
Derik grimaced. "A lot. With the injuries that she sustained…I just don't know…"
His father blinked slowly and took his time to say the next words. "You are wondering if it is even possible, with the pain that she suffered through."
Derik shook his head again. "No, I know that it is possible. For her…not for me. I've never tried with someone so…broken, before." Derik looked into his father's eyes, not wanting to come out and say exactly what he meant.
Shamus shook his head. "No, I won't let you. She's dead, you are not…and that's the way that it will stay."
"How can you say that?" Derik asked viciously. "Surely she means more to you than that?"
"At the cost of my son? My own flesh and blood? The only…" Shamus paused to compose himself. "The only family I have left."
Derik bowed his head. "I'm sorry, but I can't loose her. And I owe John."
Shamus turned away from his son. "You do not owe John Winchester anything. And if you did, you have paid it back a thousand times over."
Derik backed away from his father. "I won't be responsible for the death of someone if I could have done something for them. That's not the way mom would have wanted me to be."
He turned on his father and walked back towards Alison's body. When he got to her, he turned to face Sam. "I'm going to need to be close to her, Sam, so I need to you trust me."
The pleading in Derik's eyes threw Sam off and he nodded numbly, not sure what he was expecting to happen.
Derik smiled weakly. "It's going to be okay, Sam." The gentleness in his voice soothed Sam and shocked Dean, who couldn't seem to comprehend the new side of Derik that he was seeing. Sam just didn't seem to care about the complete personality change.
Derik put his palms on either side of Alison's head and crawled onto the rock to straddle Alison's torso. He then bent down to rest his forehead on hers. He breathing remained steady for the first few minutes, only hitching every thirty seconds or so.
Dean tilted his head as Derik's breathing became shallower and shallower, until he was practically gasping for air. The ragged noises of him inhaling air could not have been mistaken for anything other than noises of pain. His body was jerking as though he were experiencing real physical pain. And suddenly Dean and Sam could see why.
Bloody spot began to appear on Derik's shirt. Small at first, and slowing growing. Derik's chest tensed and within seconds they heard the unmistakable sound of one of his ribs cracking. Two blood spots appeared on his shoulder blades and Dean's mouth dropped in amazement.
"There's no freaking way." He said incredulously.
An abrupt wheezing was ripped from Derik's mouth and trickles of blood began to fall from his open lips. Derik's breath was rapidly sucked from his body and he hunched, exhaling every last bit of air in his body…And Alison's eyes opened as she gasped and arched up, seemingly taking in Derik's breath.
Her blank eyes quickly became alive again as she sucked in the air. The light that was gone from them now rapidly returning. Her back dropped down onto the rock and her eyes drifted shut…but her breathing remained steady.
Derik climbed off Alison and tried to get off the rock, he fell instead.
Sam walked forward, unable to take his eyes of Alison's now living form. He didn't want to blink, afraid that if he did her chest would stop moving up and down, that she would stop breathing again. He pressed the palm of his hand against her cheek and exhaled, not realizing that he was holding his breath. Her cheeks were warm.
He let his hand fall to her neck and tears began silently running down his face as he felt a pulse.
Dean grabbed Derik by the shoulders and hauled him up. The blood spot in his shirts were still getting bigger and Derik seemed to be losing consciousness fast. Shamus came up behind Dean and grabbed Derik's other side. He motioned for Dean to follow him as he began to lead them towards one of the huts in the clearing.
Sam picked Alison up, absolutely ecstatic at how warm her body was already feeling. When he had brought her out she was as cold as ice. He moved to follow Dean and Shamus, but Derik shook his head weakly and leaned more heavily on Dean.
"Dad, show Sam where to take her."
Shamus started walking, but Sam paused. "Derik, I…"
Derik smiled weakly. "I know, Sam. But you should know that I did this as much for me as I did for you. It's going to be okay." His brows furrowed. "She knows, but she just can't remember."
Sam gripped Alison tighter as they walked away, and wondered just what the hell that last cryptic message was supposed to mean.
You didn't really think that I would let Alison die...did you? Come on hasn't Sam been through enough?! shakes head and grins deviously Aren't you just dying to find out who...or what...Derik really is? Well you can tell me so in your REVIEWS people! lolmuhahaha