Okay, apologies to everyone who commented and didn't receive a personal acknowledgement from me. I am having a nightmare of a time with my internet connection and when I was responding to comments, it just stopped. I decided to try and get the chapter posted first, then I will try again to answer everyone back. If you don't hear from me just know that I appreciate your comments immensely! Thank you all so much! Now, on with the story.
Cindy.
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"Dean, wake up."
The voice was really pissing him off. All he wanted to do was sleep, and some asshole kept shaking him and telling him to wake up. It wasn't Sammy's voice, so who the hell did this jerk think he was? Wait a minute! Why wasn't Sam waking him? Where was Sam? Dean jerked awake and immediately shielded his eyes as a bright light blinded him.
"Dean, you okay?"
"Bobby? Where's Sam?" Dean cried as he jumped up from the floor, his eyes scanning the dark room. The night's events slammed into his brain, causing his breath to catch in his throat. Sam's fear. The demon. Flying, hitting something hard. Then darkness. Bobby nudged Dean, then handed him his flashlight. Dean surveyed the room. No Sammy. No sign of him anywhere.
"Where's Sam, Bobby?" Dean asked again, ignoring the dull throb in his head.
"I don't know. I just woke up and he was gone," Bobby replied, swallowing slowly at the ramifications of that statement.
"No, no, no, no," Dean whispered. "We just got him back Bobby. Now we've lost him again? We have no idea where he is!"
"We'll find him Dean."
"You heard the demon Bobby. It was Sam's time. He could already be de...he could be lost to me." Dean was in a panic, his heart pounding in his chest.
"Dean, calm down. We..."
"We don't even know where the demon took him. I've lost my brother Bobby. I've lost Sammy. I failed him. I promised him I'd keep him safe and I didn't."
Dean sunk down onto the couch, his head dropping into his hands. What was he going to do without Sam? A fleeting thought raced through his head. 'Please live without me. I love you Dean'. What the hell did that mean? Had Sam said that? Dean didn't remember him saying it, but it was Sam's voice in his head. 'God Sammy! How am I supposed to live without you? I don't know how.'
Bobby stood beside Dean and placed his hand on his shoulder as the younger man wept softly. A tear found it's way down the grizzled hunter's face as he felt the pain at the loss of the youngest Winchester grip his heart.
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The moment the demon touched him, Sam's world went dark. He was walking, but he didn't know where to. He felt almost as if he was floating as he could barely feel the ground beneath his feet. He didn't know how long they traveled; time had no meaning to him now. He knew he was going to die, and he knew how. His vision had prepared him, but he was still afraid. There would be pain, lots of it. He wouldn't die quickly. He would slowly bleed to death from the wound he would receive in his side. He could almost see the headline. 'Young Man Found Crucified'. He shuddered, hoping Dean wouldn't see the paper. He wondered about Dean and how he would be after this. He prayed that somehow Dean had heard him. He wanted Dean to live. He knew it would be hard for him, but he hoped in time Dean would be happy, free from the burden that was placed on him all those years ago.
Sam was so tired. He almost welcomed his death. At least old yellow-eyes wouldn't get what he wanted. Sam was tired of the constant fear in the back of his mind. Fear of what yellow-eyes had in store for him. Fear of what he would become if yellow-eyes got his way. Well, at least he could put those fears aside. He didn't have to worry about Dean anymore either. That was his biggest fear. Losing Dean to the demon. He hoped Dean would stay with Bobby. Bobby had become like their surrogate father. It would be good for Dean to stay with him.
Sam missed Dean already. God, he missed him so much. At least he could die knowing that Dean didn't hate him. His brother loved him unconditionally. Sam believed that now. He may die in pain and alone, but he would die happy. He would die knowing he was loved.
The darkness suddenly withdrew, and Sam blinked his eyes as they became accustomed to the light in the room he found himself in. It was the room from his vision. It was empty except for a table right in the middle of the floor. There were items on the table but Sam couldn't make out what they were. There was a strange glow in the room and Sam realized that there were dozens of candles burning, casting an eerie light. He could see the demon standing before him, about ten feet away. Sam tried to move, but he found he couldn't. He realized he was pressed against the wall and no matter how hard he tried, he couldn't move an inch.
"There is no use struggling Samuel. You can't break my hold. You gave yourself to me, remember. If you fight me, I will go back and end your brother's life," the demon hissed, it's red eyes glowing.
"Why are you doing this?" Sam gasped, finding it hard to breathe. Sweat trickled down his face and he knew his fever was back.
"My master commanded me to kill the strongest seven. You are the strongest. You are the seventh. You are the one that my brother said would be king."
"Yellow-eyes is your brother?"
"Yes, but my loyalty is not with him."
"You...you said there was seven?"
"The other six are already dead."
"Six other psychics? Like me?"
"Yes, six others. But not like you. You are much stronger and purer. Strong enough and pure enough that my master fears you."
"I would never follow your brother."
"My master cannot take that chance. There can only be one king. You are a threat whether you follow my brother or not. If you do, you will become king. If you do not you will lead the forces of good against us."
"But..."
"No more questions. Your time has come."
The demon moved toward Sam until it was directly in front of him. It placed it's hand on Sam's chest and it was at that moment Sam realized he was not wearing his jacket or shirts. The demon murmured something that Sam did not understand and a coldness spread across his chest from where the demon held it's hand. The demon abruptly ended it's murmuring and removed it's hand from Sam's chest. The coldness slowly disappeared as the demon backed away until it stood next to the lone table.
The demon looked Sam in the eyes and smiled, then lifted it's hand slightly. Sam's arms began to ascend up the wall until they were stretched straight out from his shoulders.
"You are the saint Samuel, and you will die as the One did," the demon said. It glanced briefly at the table and a spike that had been lying there suddenly shot through the air, piercing Sam's right hand and impaling it to the wall.
A scream pierced the stillness that could have easily shaken the walls of heaven.
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Well, that's it for now. I had planned on posting another chapter later, but with my internet problems, I don't think I will do one until tomorrow evening. Thank you all for reading.
Cindy