Okay, I kind of promised an extra chapter tonight and here it is. I am blown away by all of your comments and just so appreciate the support I am getting for this story. I hope you enjoy the bonus chapter.

Cindy.

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"What exit Bobby?" Dean inquired as they neared Colorado Springs.

"Second exit, then turn right. Turn left at Saxson, go about two miles then you'll hit Alameda, then left on Alameda. The store Sam mentioned is about one mile, then another seven blocks to the house according to Sam," Bobby replied after checking the laptop for directions.

The rest of the trip from where they nearly crashed had been silent with neither man talking until Dean asked for the exit. Dean had been deep in thought and Bobby hadn't wanted to intrude. He knew no matter how hard he tried to talk him out of it, Dean would still blame himself for the situation at hand. Dean, for his part had tried to reconcile in his mind that it wasn't his weakness that had kept him from preventing the events that led to Sam leaving. He couldn't do it. He had been weak except for the one time he had stopped himself from smothering Sam. He concluded that if he was able to stop himself then, he should have been able to the rest of the time. Everything that had happened to Sam from the moment Dean entered the motel room after retrieving his cell phone was on him, no matter what Bobby said.

Dean hoped once they found Sam and sent the demon that hunted him back to hell, that Sam would forgive him. But if Sam couldn't forgive him, he could live with that as long as Dean never saw the fear in Sam's eyes again. Dean could not live with Sam being afraid of him. His brother had enough to deal with and didn't need to add fearing Dean to his already heavy burden. Dean resolved to make things right between he and Sam no matter what it took or how long it took.

Dean slowed the Impala when he saw the sign for the exit he needed and guided the car down the off ramp. He followed Bobby's directions and ten minutes later had pulled to the curb across the street from the abandoned house. He and Bobby surveyed the house and surrounding area, neither one liking what they saw.

"Shit Bobby! Sammy's been alone in this neighborhood? Fuck!" Dean exclaimed as he took in the run down houses and graffiti covered walls and buildings. The abandoned house had graffiti and also yellow police tape stretched across the board that covered the front door. Bobby glanced at Dean, his concern mirrored in Dean's eyes.

"Let's get in there and find Sam," Bobby remarked as he pushed open the door and pulled himself out of the car.

Dean exited the car and locked the door then went to the back of the car and opened the trunk. He pulled several weapons from the trunk and shoved them into a duffel bag, making sure he had plenty of salt and holy water. He slammed the trunk shut then made his way to Bobby. They crossed the street, both mindful of their surroundings and any person or thing that could be lurking in the shadows.

"Fuck it's cold!" Dean exclaimed, pulling his collar tight around his neck. The idea of Sam being in this neighborhood, in this cold, without heat and in his current condition made Dean shudder. He quickened his pace and was over the chain link fence in a heartbeat. Bobby soon followed and when he was over the fence they continued to the back of the house.

"Sam said he partially removed the board from the back door. We can get in there," Bobby informed Dean as they reached the back corner of the house. Dean nodded and hurried to the back porch, taking the steps two at a time. He was already pulling the board off the doorframe when Bobby reached his side.

Dean pushed through the door and walked the short hallway before coming into the kitchen. He turned on his flashlight and waited for Bobby to catch up. Bobby walked up beside him, his own flashlight flitting around the garbage strewn room. Both men wrinkled their noses at the smell as they made their way through the room, heading for the doorway on the opposite wall.

They both went through the doorway and scanned the room with their lights, both beams simultaneously falling on the figure lying on the beaten down couch. Dean rushed forward, his brothers name on his lips, before a strong hand grabbed his arm and pulled him back.

"Dean, you better let me go. We don't want to scare him. Just hang back until I talk to him okay?" Bobby whispered, waiting for Dean's reply.

Dean gazed at his brother, wanting only to get to him and let him know that he was going to be okay. But he nodded at Bobby, understanding the situation could go to hell if Sam woke up to Dean's face leaning over him. Bobby gave a quick bow of his head before walking across the room to the couch. Being careful not to the disturb the salt line Sam had laid and not realizing it was already broken, he knelt down beside the boy and placed his hand on his shoulder, giving him a gentle shake.

"Sam, wake up. It's Bobby. Wake up for me son," Bobby said as he shook Sam a little more forcefully.

Sam was moaning in his sleep, most likely due to a nightmare and showed no sign of waking. Dean stood across the room, shuffling from foot to foot, his intense gaze never leaving his brother. It took all his willpower to keep from running over and grabbing his brother into his arms. He allowed Bobby to do what he should be doing himself, only because he didn't want to scare Sam. Bobby continued to shake Sam's shoulder in an attempt to wake him, but only got cries and moans in return. He turned his head and glanced at Dean, a concerned look in his eyes.

Without warning, Sam sat up from his prone position and nearly tumbled off the couch, Bobby barely being able to keep him off the floor. Sam gasped and pulled his hands up to his eyes, turning them over as if trying to see something there. He reached a trembling hand up to his head, feeling across his forehead while nursing his right side with his other hand. His eyes were wide and glassy, and he looked at Bobby but didn't appear to see him. His breath hitched as he held his side, then his chin dropped to his chest and a soft sob escaped his lips. Dean could only watch from his position across the room, his heart hammering in his chest, as Bobby gently took Sam by both arms and softly spoke to him.

"Sam, it's okay. It was just a dream. I'm here now. Sam, look at me. It's me, Bobby."

Sam flinched slightly then slowly raised his head. He brought his gaze up to meet Bobby's and soon recognition lit his eyes.

"Bobby? Is it really you?" Sam whispered, his voice hoarse. He reached his shaking hands up and grasped Bobby's forearms, his eyes pleading for it to be true.

"Yeah Sam. It's me, in the flesh. How are you doing?"

"I...I'm okay I guess. It really is you? You're not a dream?" Sam asked with fear in his voice.

"It really is me Sam. Now tell me son, how are you feeling? Can you tell me if you're hurt anywhere?"

Sam closed his eyes for a moment. His hands and side still hurt, but he knew that was from his vision. His head and throat still hurt, but not as bad as before, and his ribs still ached dully from the beating he had taken.

"Uh...my head hurts, and my ribs. But, I'm okay, really Bobby," he rasped, his gaze never leaving Bobby's face.

Bobby nodded his head then shone his light up toward Sam's face wanting to get a good look at him. As Sam's face was illuminated and the cuts and bruises became visible, a gasp was heard from across the room and both Sam and Bobby jerked their eyes in that direction. As Bobby turned, the beam of his flashlight caught Dean's face and before he could react, Sam let out a strangled cry and began to push himself backward on the couch. Bobby whipped around and grabbed Sam's arms, holding him in place.

"Sam! It's okay, he's not going to hurt you!" Bobby shouted, trying to get through to the terrified young man.

Dean started across the room but stopped abruptly when his light beam showed him the fear in Sam's eyes. He felt sick and held his hand out to Sam, trying to calm him down.

"It's okay Sammy. Please don't be afraid of me. I'm not going to hurt you, just like Bobby said," Dean cried, his eyes never leaving Sam's face.

Sam turned his gaze to Bobby, his eyes accusing. "You promised Bobby! You promised you wouldn't call him!" he cried, his voice pained and raspy.

"I know Sam! And I didn't call him, just like I promised," Bobby answered, trying to reason with Sam.

Sam tried to pull away, but his weakened state prevented him from moving. He shook his head then cried "Why is he here? If you didn't call him, then why is he here?!"

"I was already with him when you called Sam. We had been searching for you. You need to listen to me. Dean didn't do those things to you. He didn't say those things Sam. It was the demon, not Dean."

Sam looked at Dean, then back to Bobby. "What do you mean Bobby? It was Dean; he hates me!"

"No Sam, Dean loves you. The demon possessed him and made him do all that to hurt you."

"But...why?" Sam asked.

Dean rushed up, no longer able to stand in the backround. He pushed his way to Sam and gently took his face in his hands. Sam flinched, his body tensing.

"Sam, I could never hate you. You have to believe me. The demon got into my head. It tried to make me kill you and when that didn't work, it made me say those awful things to separate us." Dean's eyes implored Sam to believe him.

"You don't hate me? You don't wish I had never been born?" Sam asked timidly, hope filling his heart.

"God no! Sam, you are everything to me! I can live without Mom and Dad. It's hard, but I can do it. But Sam, I can't live without you. Please believe me. I would never, never hurt you!" Dean cried, taking Sam by the back of the head and pulling him into a hug.

Sam sunk into Dean and wrapped his arms around him, drawing strength from him. After a moment he pulled away and looked Dean in the eyes.

"I don't think you were meant to kill me. I think that was all part of the plan," he stated.

"What?" Dean asked, confusion in his voice.

"With the pillow. I don't think you were meant to kill me. I think it happened as it was supposed to."

"Why do you think that?"

"My last vision. The demon said I would die at the appointed time. That time hasn't come yet."

Dean looked at Bobby, who merely shrugged, then looked back at Sam. "So, you think everything that happened was meant to drive us apart?"

"Yeah, I think so..." Sam replied then broke into a painful coughing fit.

Dean grabbed Sam's shoulder with one hand and patted him gently on the back with the other while softly saying, "It's okay Sam, it's okay."

When the coughing stopped, Dean pushed Sam back and looked at his pale face. "You okay Sam?" he asked, his voice heavy with concern.

"Ye...yeah. Just a cold," Sam answered as he fell back against the couch back.

"Dean, we need to get him out'a here," Bobby said, looking at his watch.

"Can you stand Sam?" Dean asked, looking down at his little brother.

"Dean, we can't run from this; the demon will find me."

"Yeah? Well, we will make him do it on our terms Sammy, not his."

"How very optimistic Dean," a voice said from the kitchen.

Both Dean and Bobby spun around and instinctively moved in front of Sam. Their flashlights moved toward the door, illuminating the man that stood there. He was nondiscript, about Dean's height with dark hair. The one thing that stood out were his eyes. They were red.

"Stay away from my brother you son of a bitch!" Dean warned.

"Oh Dean. I'm not the son of anybody. And Jake here? Well, I don't know about his mother," the demon said as a small smile crept across his face.

"You're not touching my brother," Dean seethed through clenched teeth.

"And you're not stopping me," the demon replied as he took a step into the room.

Dean took a step forward, but stopped when he felt a hand on his shoulder. Sam pulled himself beside Dean and looked at the demon.

"Dean, I don't think we can stop this and...I don't want you or Bobby to get hurt. Not for me," Sam said sadly.

"Oh Samuel. You are quite noble aren't you?" the demon hissed.

Dean pushed Sam behind he and Bobby again. "Sam, we're not leaving you. And you are the one person worth getting hurt for. We can stop this and we will."

"How touching," the demon remarked, wiping an invisible tear from his eye sarcastically. "I'm tiring of this little drama. Samuel, your time has come. Come with me." The demon held his hand out, expecting Sam to take it.

"No!" Sam shouted.

"You are not touching him," Dean hissed, moving further in front of Sam.

"Dean, Dean. You are brave, but stupid. My master demands Samuel's life be taken and it will."

"Well, I believe your master is going to be disappointed," Dean quipped as he and Bobby moved forward.

"My master is never disappointed." The demon flicked his hand and both Dean and Bobby flew across the room, smashing into the far wall, then both dropped bonelessly to the floor. Sam spun around and tried to find his brother and friend in the dark.

"Dean! Bobby!" he shouted in panic. When he received no reply he started for the back of the room. He made it two steps before he was grabbed from behind and flung backwards. He skittered across the floor then came to a stop against the wall. Black spots danced before his eyes, then the face of the demon loomed over him.

"It is time Samuel. Now either you follow me and I let your brother and friend live, or I make you come with me and they die," the demon said with a sneer.

"How can I trust you?" Sam questioned as he pulled himself up to a sitting position. "Demons lie."

"So do humans Samuel. My master only wants your life, the last of the great psychics. It's up to me who else lives or dies and I say if you follow, they live."

Sam looked toward where he knew Dean and Bobby were thrown, torn about what choice to make. He felt that either way he would die, so he made the decision to trust the demon and follow. It was the only chance Dean and Bobby had. He was about to ask a question when the demon spoke.

"I'll allow you to check on them Samuel, then we must go."

Sam nodded, then walked to where Dean and Bobby had hit the wall. He reached down and picked up one of the dropped flashlights. He went first to Dean and crouched down, feeling his neck for a pulse. The thump beneath his fingers was strong and steady and he gave a sigh of relief. He moved to Bobby and was rewarded with the same steady beat. He went once more to Dean and whispered softly into his ear, hoping he would somehow hear him.

"I'm sorry Dean, I have to make sure you and Bobby have a chance. Please live without me. I know you said you couldn't, but please live for me. I love you Dean."

Sam stood and looked down at his brother, then dropping the flashlight he walked to the demon. "I'm ready," he stated tonelessly.

The demon placed his hand on Sam's arm and led him from the room.

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I know, I know. I give you a bonus chapter but then leave you with a very evil cliffie. :) More tomorrow.

Cindy.