Warning: There is violence and death of character(s)
Elizabeth shot up in the bed, cracking her skull on Sam's with a startled and pained yelp. Her chest heaved in oxygen hungrily before rubbing absently at the abused right temple. Sam gaped down at the gasping girl.
"What? Back up will you!" Elizabeth grouched throwing her leg over the side of the bed and glaring up at Sam for a moment. "What happened?"
"Uhh, what…what do you remember?" Sam mumbled through a still dropped jaw. Bobby stood close behind picking his ball cap off his head as if he were going under heat stroke.
"The…the demons were here…and…and we are in a…panic room." Elizabeth ran through her most recent memories still pressing attentive fingers to the blossoming bruise at the edge of her forehead, "Am I missing something? Where's Dean?"
"Well…" Sam struggled out finally selling his mouth and pressing his lips together in thought.
"You see…" Bobby started being cut off by a banging metal door.
"Dean, is here." A voice opted from the broad doorway. The three hunters twisted around to stare at a grinning Dean Winchester.
"Dean!" Sam gaped, scrutinizing his brother up and down. "What did you…"
"Can I talk to Elizabeth…alone?" Dean questioned his smirk slipping off his mouth. Bobby and Sam nodded before exiting, a last wavering glance running over Dean.
Elizabeth stood at the center of the panic room watching the retreating backs of her friends until it was only her and Dean. Dean continued to stand at the entrance not making a move to enter. Elizabeth charged forward and wrapped wiry legs around Dean's torso. He stumbled a step before encasing her in his arms. Their lips crashed together while a smile bled across their mouths.
"What happened?" Elizabeth murmured pulling back and loosening her death grip.
"N…nothing we need to discuss." 'Dean' stuttered for a moment letting his gaze roam the contours of Elizabeth's body. Elizabeth scrunched her eyebrows in confusion for a moment before sliding her hand behind Dean's back.
"Okay…cupcake." Elizabeth quipped the nickname almost giving her cavities.
"Thanks sweetie." With that Elizabeth confirmed her belief and yanked the pistol from his waist band. She dropped to her own toes and leveled the barrel at 'Dean's' head. "What are you doing?"
"You aren't Dean?" Elizabeth spat harshly splaying one hand over her hip.
"What are you talking about?"
"Cupcake? Sweetie? You stupid demon! Who do you think we are, the prom couple?"
"I don't…it wasn't…" 'Dean sputtered looking towards Elizabeth's cold features. He let the nervous look slip from his features, "Fine, you got me."
"Not as dumb as I look huh?"
"Not a bad kisser either."
"That was the first clue, you could use some practice."
"I didn't jump in your arms."
"I didn't wear another person's face."
"You seem to like this face."
"So, how about you get out from behind it and make this a fair fight."
"What fun would that be?"
The demon smirked through Dean's lips but it seemed so foreign now. Elizabeth lowered the gun slowly until it slid through her finger tips and clattered to the concrete. She could hear mumbled footsteps overhead as they moved toward the basement door. The distinct slam of the peeled door almost caused a flicker in Elizabeth's gaze but she forced them back to the laughing green eyes across from her.
"I won't shoot him." Elizabeth sighed stiffly as her clenched fist began to unfurl.
"I don't want you, I want Sam." The demon spat his smirk beginning to starch.
"Well, now I just feel used," Elizabeth mused not even sparing a trumping smile, "You can't take him. Dean would beat my butt."
"If you don't give Samuel up to us then he will beat you."
"Then I guess there it's no win so I will go with my gut."
The door made a wheeze as a muscular shoulder crashed into it. A small splintering could be heard crackling softly over the intake of breathe. The Demon wearing Dean grabbed up Elizabeth just as the door gave way with swishing thud. Sam burst through the doorway and nearly few down the stairs, Bobby trailing with a grimace. The demon held Elizabeth in a vice grip with Dean's gun pressed to her temple.
"Uh uh Sammy, I don't think Dean would be too happy if his little brother was the reason his girlfriend's brains where all over the floor." Dean spat through a slick smile as Elizabeth struggled vainly.
"Who are you? What do you want?" Sam ground out through clenched jaw.
"I believe the phrase is none of your business." Dean spat through a smirk setting a stubble covered chin on Elizabeth's maine. She shook out her hair but that only brought a toothier smirk to 'Dean's' lips. "Move Sam, or I, Dean, will shoot you here on the spot."
"Tell me what you're planning!" Sam screamed with more power than he thought he could muster from his shaky vocal cords.
"Fine, I'm going to kill every hunter I can find and anyone who gets in my way. So suggest you MOVE!" The demon barked it's pitch black eyes gleaming dangerously, daring Sam to do something, "Come on Sammy don't make big brother kill you."
"It's Sam…"
"What only Dean can call you Sammy well guess what I am Dean…Sammy."
"I'm not letting you get past me."
"Okay, you it's your choice." 'Dean' growled before leveling his gun at the taller man. Sam stood at his full height, unmoving. A clench of the finger and a bullet was sent shooting at Sam. At last moment Elizabeth yanked 'Dean's' arm downward causing the bullet to dip into Sam's thigh. He let out a guttural scream causing the pitch black orbs in 'Dean's' eyes to flicker and a scowl to inch over his grim mouth. "That wasn't very nice babe."
Elizabeth kneed 'Dean' in the stomach before kicking the gun from his grasping fingers. He gasped for air before swinging at Elizabeth's ducking form. She slid gracefully out of the fists way and grabbed his wrist before twisting it behind his back. 'Dean' growled before flinging a booted foot into Elizabeth's shin, both of them tumbling to the dusty floor of the basement. They were a cloud of twisted limbs and angry barks.
Sam leaped from across the room trying to swallow down his scream of agony at the white hot pain eating away at his leg. He snatched up the fallen gun and cocked at the cloud of dust. "Elizabeth!"
Elizabeth snapped up to her feet clutching at her ribs with an extended arm towards her assailant. 'Dean' stood confused before twisting his neck to Sam with the gun clasped in his large hands. For a second his heart raised as jaw clenched as he saw the hate streaming through Sam's eyes, that is until he got his composure back.
"What are you going to do Sammy? Shoot me?" The demon laughed throwing his, Dean's, arms out to side for punctuation. A chilling laugh spilled out from his throat as his arms fell back to their place, "You wouldn't shoot me, oh wait you did once. In the asylum…"
"Shut up! I wasn't myself…"
"Oh but you were Sammy boy. You shot because of what was buried in you, that evil you keep trying to push under. It isn't going away little brother! No matter how deep you push it, it is still inside you."
"No! You don't know anything about me! You aren't my brother!"
"But your brother's in here Sam, screaming for you to help him, fighting tooth and nail. Well he was anyways but he has realized you aren't going to do what's right; you aren't going to save him because you're selfish. Because you don't want to lose him!" A shoot rang out in the stone room in sound ringing off the iron of the panic room. A bullet spat forward aimed straight for Dean's center but it never reached.
Elizabeth dove forward felling as the bit of metal tore through her abdomen. The struggled to suck in air as crimson pumped out through the wound. 'Dean' cocked his head before his eyes began to flash between black and a watery green. He clawed and clutched at his head as a scream rippled through his body. He fell to knees in a dejected heap pulling his fingers through his hair before he started to twitch. His whole body began snapping back and forth, blood beating against his veins. Elizabeth slipped to the floor as Sam grabbed at her waist keeping her skull from hitting concrete. He winced at the jolt in his injured leg as she tried to pull over to Dean as he writhed on the floor. She stared at the crumpled form of the man she loved and felt tears begin to pump down her face. Not because of the blood mess that was her stomach but for the broken man.
She felt numb as Sam begged her keep breathing and pressed at her wound but she could see as he glanced to the broken form of his brother. Then Dean's head shot up his eyes flashing in quick succession before a cloud of smoke poured out from his gaping jaw. He collapsed to the ground in exhaustion his heaving chest fighting for breath. "Elizabeth."
He moved over the pavement in slow creaky movement as he began to feel the extent of the injuries their fight had inflicted. His beautiful eyes began to water as he looked at the blood and tears washing over the scene. As he watched Elizabeth's eyes begin to close and her face muscles relax he felt his heart slow. Sam looked to his big brother expecting him to fix everything but the hope slowly faded from his gaze as his brother made a decent towards the floor.
Sam snapped forward slowly leveling Elizabeth onto the ground with sealed eyes and cooling skin. Sam ran hand over his brother before finding the wound in his center. The bullet had gone straight through Elizabeth and into Dean, he had killed them both. "Dean."
"Dean!" Sam called sadly as fresh tears flowed over his face. A loud crash signaled Bobby rampaging down the wooden steps.
"Sam what the hell…" Bobby began to question but he stopped short as he looked to the crouched younger man. Blood pooled under his thigh but he didn't seem to feel it because his heart was causing him even more pain then any scrap of metal. Bobby looked to Dean, his face was relaxed with blossoming bruises arriving on his cheekbone and temple, his shirt was soaked in a mixture of blood and tears. Bobby followed the trail of his arm. His hand was limply clutching Elizabeth's hand but she couldn't return the grip any more than him.
"Bobby…what are we going to do?" Sam called out weakly before his eyes turned up into his head and he succumbed to the darkness calling for him.