Chapter 4: too little too late
He felt his heart pumping hard in his chest, his muscles tensing up the blood running through his veins boiling as he faced his brother he couldn't quite believe the sight he was seeing in front of him, this had to be a dream a very bad dream that was just screwing with his head. It was only for a split second but in that moment he felt like he was in a coma again...Maybe he was, maybe the dream wasn't over yet.
"Dean?"He raised an eyebrow glancing over at Bobby for a moment then back at Dean Sweat forming on the palm of his hands.
"Hey Sam "he smirked holding onto the girl, his arm round her neck letting her drop to the floor "phew that was definitely something, that girl sure can run "he grinned.
Sam breathed heavily shaking his head "what the hell you doing here I thought-"he stuttered.
The chill in the air sent a shiver Sam's spine I mean it was the middle of winter so it would make sense that he was shivering but that's not all that made him react this way. He kept his distance glancing up at Dean.
Dean shrugged "meh I got out, life in prison wasn't all it was cracked up to be so I thought well screw it I'mu getting the hell outta here and besides I missed my little brother" he cracked a mischievous smile.
A speckle of rain hit the ground, Sam felt the first drop hit his right cheek, he stared up at the now darkened sky and sighed "Is it really you in there Dean or the demon?"He called out now having to raise his voice over the heavy rain.
Was he still Dean?
Sam slowly yet stealthy slipped a hand into his pocket which had a small bottle of holy water, it wouldn't do much harm but at least he would know who he was dealing with and know what the best course of action to take.
He kept eye contact with Dean stepping back one pace still not sure who he was dealing with.
"Sammy take your hands out of your damn pocket, whatever you got in there is completely useless...Besides I'm not here to bash heads...Dude it's me alright".
"How can I be sure".
Dean shrugged stepping forward the rain putting up a shield between them "you can't, you're just going to have to trust me".
Dean stepped forward again holding his arms up surrendering to the two hunters standing before him, his actions didn't mean he had given up, he was far from giving up he had no reason to with the powerful entity filling his body and soul with energy and adrenaline. This for now was a way of showing his brother that he was okay that he was winning the battle against being good and being evil.
Dean sighed staring at Bobby who cleverly enough decided to stay out of it "please Sammy just trust me and let's get out the rain before we freeze to death, you wanna do the necessary routine check go ahead but save it for when we're at the motel alright?"
Sam hesitated finding all of this surreal "so you just going to leave the girl to die?"
Dean stared down at the blonde girl putting his head to the side "she's not a girl anymore Sammy she's an it, a monstrous creature without a soul, she's dead already"
Sam winced and nodded "yeah" he replied simply "come on the cars just down that alleyway, he turned facing away from Dean walking away.
Bobby watched Sam go off and sighed turning back to Dean a threatening look on his face "you better hope you're not up to something-"
Dean raised an eyebrow "Save it Bobby and relax its me you should know me by now Bobby I never give up to evil I go down fighting..Let's not waste anymore time okay?"
Bobby nodded, agreeing with Dean "okay I just had to check, let's go"
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Hotel La Casa, 7pm
Victor Henrieckson let out a small yawn tapping away quickly on the keys on the Dell laptop observing the little designs he had so creatively place all over the front of it "kids these days huh" he commented trying to make conversation with Sisco who by the looks of it was in no mood for a chat, Henrieckson wrinkle his nose and returned back to research not exactly knowing what he was looking for. Demon Possession he typed into the search engine it felt so ridiculous to him, he couldn't believe that this is what he had been reduced to...Researching about monsters but he did it anyways, anything to help Dean out.
"Exactly what are we supposed to be looking for, I've never researched anything like this before?" asked Hendrickson.
Sisco rolled his eyes "it's quite simple shaggy, anything about a demon virus and how to stop it anymore stupid questions" he hissed.
Henrieckson raised an eyebrow at Sisco" alright dude what gives you've had a sour mouthed attitude towards me since the get go, what you got against me eh?"
"I have nothing against you" He paused for a moment letting himself catch his breath "you actually seen like a pretty decent guy, it's the fact that you're an amateur at this that gets me"
Henrieckson shrugged "I'm a quick learner, besides I know more about the Winchesters than anyone here"
Sisco gave him a blank look "Right and the information that you have is completely useless sure you know how many crimes they've committed, their date of birth but it's not gonna help us save Dean"
The journey back to the motel was long or so it seemed, every few seconds Sam would look up the front mirror and gazed at his brother just to check up on him, and mostly to see what was going on in his head.
The barriers he kept up we so visible you may as well of had a neon sign flashing I'm in a lot of pain but I'm pretending I'm okay just so you can't see my weakness.
"Are you alright back there?"
Dean groaned staring up at his brother though the front mirror and nodded "I'm super" he coughed suddenly and cleared his throat "just drive "he commanded.
Sam exchanged a look with Bobby, the look of worry and concern plastered onto his face if Dean was becoming sick it meant something very bad was happening inside his brother, the virus was kicking, which also meant he was running out of time, he returned back to driving, a million things on his mind
"Just hang in there Dean, we're almost there" he reassured him.
Dean mumbled gibberish to himself "it's coming...it's the end...It's coming "he widened his eyes "hang yourself" he sniggered his mind spilt in two as he tried to deal with his sort of schizophrenic state he was in.
Sam swallowed hard driving faster to the motel. He knew one thing he was not going to let this virus kill him.
Sam pulled up outside the motel slamming his foot down hard on the brakes looking back to Dean who was now shivering madly, he had never in his life seen Dean look the way he did now, and as far as he remember Dean had never gotten sick, I guess that was a little odd, he'd never even got the common cold, but right now was no question Dean was sick and by the looks of it near death, which scared Sam, he couldn't lose Dean not like this.
Dean stared into space slowly stepping out of the car and groaned "home sweet home" he mumbled to himself.
Sam immediately hurried over to Dean helping him out only to have Dean Pull away.
"Dude, don't touch me" he requested a weakened moan catching the back of his throat.
Dean shifted himself away from his brother giving a cold look "I don't need your help" he took a moment to calm himself down
"I'm sorry...I didn't mean to-"
Sam held his hands up in surrender "whatever dude, let's just get you inside before you do any damage" he was in no mood for this, it was way too much drama for the young Winchester to handle, he just wanted everything to be okay, he was never any good taking the lead he was just thankful to have Bobby he was the only family he had left now until Dean got better...if he got better.
Bobby swung the door open, lending a hand in getting a weak and fragile Dean into the motel room "Everyone clear out, make space...NOW" he commanded.
Henrieckson jumped glancing up quickly as Bobby ordered them to move not exactly sure what to say or do when he caught a glimpse of Dean
"Dude you look like shit, no offence"
Dean raised an eyebrow at Henrieckson and groaned as he slowly sat down on the nearest bed to the door "hmm right back at ya baldie"
Sam settled his brother down carefully on the bed wanting and needing him to get better, he pulled a weak smile knowing deep inside he was in pain, he couldn't imagine how much but he just knew it was bad.
"What happened with the vampire nest you get them, also how the hell did he get out of prison, don't they have security in places like these now?" Sisco asked.
Bobby sighed heavily "it was going well, we got them all, well all but one that's when we found Dean a little out of mind, had his mind set on erm...well I won't go any further".
Henrieckson raised an eyebrow glancing up at Bobby the back to Dean aware that he was listening "then lock his ass back up no way we're babysitting a mad man"
Sam glared up interjecting "hell no, I will not make that mistake again, it was bad enough the first time...also I'll stay with him if it's that much of an inconvenience for everyone else" he shot a cold look to Henrieckson.
Henrieckson raised an eyebrow and frowned" what exactly do you expect to do huh, read him bed time stories to ease the pain, sing him sweet calming lullabies because I think Dean would argue about that"
Sam sat up slightly getting more and more frustrated with his attitude "whatever it takes he's my brother"
Bobby interrupted before an argument broke out" alright that's enough, I think it's time you boys headed home, we'll finish up here".
Sisco cleared his throat slamming his book shut" My thoughts exactly, come on Victor I'll buy you a drink calm your nerves" he forced a small smile at Sam knowing what he was going through because he went through it himself with Cathy. He gently patted Henrieckson on the back leading him away and out the door not letting him say another word.
Sam cleared his throat pulling his hair back "thanks for that...appreciate it" he sighed heavily staring down at his brother who looked like he was daydreaming "you can go to if you want, I'll sort him out"
Bobby wrinkled his nose" you sure, I don't mind sticking around for a while"
Sam was considering the company but decided against it" No its okay...really I'll be okay" he forced a smile. He glanced up as Bobby left him alone with Dean and sighed heavily as he returned his attention back to Dean.
"You okay bro," he asked his brother as he made his way round to Dean sitting beside him on the edge of the bed.
Dean stared down at the ground shifting away slightly and nodded" he's back...he's coming"
Sam glanced up at Dean a confused expression on his face "who's coming?"
"He's coming" he widened his eyes repeating it over and over the word driving him to madness, he heard his own voice echoing, drumming hard in his ear drums "he's coming"
Sam tried to understand what Dean was talking about but found himself completely perplexed by all of this, none of it made any sense to him.
"Dean Who...who talk to me" his attention was quickly cut short and grabbed his brothers arm finding a rather unusual mark on his right wrist like a tattoo, it was a cross between a pentagram and some Celtic pattern "what the hell is this?"
Dean pulled away pulling the sleeve of his khaki coloured shirt down turning away "we gotta get out of town...now" he demanded.
Meanwhile just outside the motel a dark figure lingered in the shadows, as the figure came out the sounds of matches could be heard a small gust of wind causing the flame at the end of it blow out but not before a cigarette was ignited, whoever this stalker was it looked like they weren't going away as they took a seat on the boot of the impala, they slowly ran their hands along the nice shiny black car and chuckled lightly gazing at the window seeing Dean packing his bags in a hurry.
"Oh deary me, you can run Dean but you can't hide" he chuckled throwing the cigarette to the ground and slowly walked away for now.
To be continued...