The Illusionist II
Chapter 17 : The Crow
Dean sat with his knees pulled up to his chest, arms looped around his legs, a far away look set in his eyes. He felt cold, so damned cold, but now he knew that it was just a superficial chill. None of this place was actually real. He was just trapped inside his own mind while that thing used his body.
And there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it, but just sit back and watch.
The thought made him angry, and without thinking, he threw his head back against the wall, frustration running rampant through his veins. His hands seized into fists when he realized he hadn't even heard the thump. Tears burned his eyes, and he forced himself up into a standing position, hating the fact that it still felt like he was wearing fifty pound weights on his limbs.
"Always a crybaby, aren't you, Dean?" He grit his teeth at the voice, green eyes aflame with rage. "Aw, look at you, getting so mad. Just adorable!" It laughed, and the sound only made him even more furious. "We really need to get you a sense of humor, don't we? Liven you up a little bit."
Dean opened his mouth to scream at it, but when he did, nothing came out. He couldn't even feel the vibration on his vocal chords. There was nothing. Just silence.
"You know, Dean, if I stay here long enough, I might just become a part of you. Hell, you might not want me to leave. After I kill little Sammy and ol' Johnny boy, I may just stay in your meatsuit. How's that sound, Deano?"
Dean grit his teeth so hard, he was sure they were going to fall out.
"Well, I've had enough of playing with you for now. Besides, it's showtime!" the demon declared excitedly, and the door to the bathroom flew open, smacking against the wall. "Come on down, Dean! Your daddy just so happened to find where those pesky vamps were hiding out, and we gotta get that Colt back now, don't we? How 'bout I let you listen in? Would you like that? Of course, you would."
Sadness flashed across Dean's eyes as he heard his father's voice. "Remember, just in case you two forgot," and Dean just knew Sam had rolled his eyes at that line. "Beheading them is the only way to kill them."
"Come on, Dean...you know you wanna see what's gonna happen," his own voice taunted him, and without realizing it, he drew nearer and nearer to the bathroom until he was standing in the doorway, the mirror his only connection to the actual outside world.
There, he saw his brother and father, standing in a wooded area, just outside what looked to be a long abandoned house. The place was falling apart, boards cracked and mildewed, hanging on by a thread. There were also numerous cars parked in front of the joint, including an old Camero.
"So..." he heard himself begin to say, and couldn't help but be overwhelmed by anger. Because it wasn't him talking, dammit! "I guess walking right in there isn't exactly the best option." The demon made sure to speak softly, only magnifying the fact of just how insecure he truly was.
"Actually," and for the first time since they'd reunited, his father was responding to him. No—not him, the demon. "That's the plan." The demon made sure to put on a surprised face, one that Dean wasn't privy too. He tried so hard to control a piece of his body—even a pinky finger—but nothing. Nothing happened when he thought about it. The bitch had taken complete control over his system, and there wasn't a damned thing he could do about it.
"Seriously?" Dean felt his chest ache at his brother's voice, the animosity that it held ever present and clear. "We're just gonna waltz right in there like we own the place, and not expect them to do a damned thing about it?"
"It's daylight. They'll be asleep," John replied matter-of-factly, brow narrowing at his son's defiance.
"They could still wake up!" Sam said, posture transforming from neutral to defensive.
"If you keep raising your voice like that, they will," John ground out angrily.
"I don't believe this..." Sam mumbled, taking a few steps back from the car, shaking his head. "This has got to be the dumbest plan you've conceived yet."
"You got a better idea?" John snapped, pulling a large machete from the back compartment of his truck, the blade gleaming as he removed it from its case.
"I'm sure I could come up with something that has a lesser chance of us getting killed!" Sam returned, face taught with anger.
"It's not a bad plan. We just have to be careful, Sammy," the demon said, and Dean pounded his fist against the doorway, already seeing what the bitch was trying to do.
The look Sam gave him—the demon—was one so full of ire that the demon shrank back against the Impala.
"Really, Dean? I should've know it would only be a matter of time before you took his side. Just gonna follow him around blindly again, huh? Make it like old times?"
"Sam-"
"No!" Sam cut him off, lips curling slightly in disgust. "It's been less than a week, and you're right back at it. The good little soldier. I should've known."
"Sammy, please-"
"You know what, Dean? How about once we're done here, I'll go back to Stanford, and you two can have each other!" And with that, Sam stalked off towards the vamps nest, a knife of his own clasped tightly in his hands.
Dean felt something that time. His whole chest felt as though it had been torn open, his heart yanked out, and thrown to the floor, leaving a gaping hole where it once used to be. He fell to his knees as the demon laughed inwardly at him, heckling him to no end. "This is working out perfectly," it said to him, cackling darkly.
Dean felt tears glisten in his eyes as he shook his head, watching as his father and he followed Sam into the dilapidated building. His whole body hurt—ached—and he honestly couldn't believe Sam had just said that. How could things have gotten so bad between them so quickly? He shook his head, biting his bottom lip as he watched his father grab a hold of his brother and yank him backwards.
"Don't touch me!" Sam hissed, pulling his arm away.
"Go ahead and march in there like an idiot and see what happens, Sam," John said, eyes gleaming darkly as he glanced at the vamps nest, then back at his youngest son.
Sam turned around to do exactly that when John pulled him back again. "Kiddo, you're staying behind me whether you like it or not. You may not agree with this plan, or have any faith in it, but the least you're gonna do is not purposely try to get yourself killed. You got me?"
Dean watched as Sam cast his gaze at the ground, jaw clenched in anger, hand still grasping his weapon.
"Sam, please," the demon said, sounding so unbelievably Dean-like that it scared the real middle Winchester.
Sam looked over at him, then at their father and stepped back, allowing the older man to step in front of him. "Sam, once we get this gun..." John's voice trailed off as he carefully searched for his words. "Once we get the Colt..." John sighed, still unable to speak properly. "We'll discuss this later when we're not standing right outside a pack of sleeping vamps."
"Whatever," Sam mumbled, a cold expression still haunting his face.
John stared at him for a moment before finally deciding to move ahead. He led them over to a window that was clearly hanging from its hinges and opened it as quietly as he could. He stepped inside first, with Sam following, and not-Dean right behind him.
The place was cold and dusty, poorly lit with only scant streams of the sun wafting through the rotted wooden shingles. Vampires were scattered everywhere, splayed out in various positions, all appearing to be sleeping peacefully, though John was adamant that they only communicate silently due to the fact of their super-sensitive hearing.
The oldest Winchester moved forward, motioning for his boys to do so as well. Both complied, even Sam without his usual reluctance. They moved silently and stealthily, weaving through the vamps that had decided to use the floor as their bed, and past the others who had fallen asleep on hammocks that had been set up.
John signaled for them to head towards the center of the room, where one half of the couple that had been kidnapped from their car on the highway were tied up. He pointed to a room off to the side of the main one, alerting them to where he was going to go. Both boys nodded in understanding, and continued to advance towards the bound couple.
They had almost made it to the woman when not-Dean tripped over a beer bottle, the noise echoing profusely throughout the room. Both hunters stopped dead in their tracks, and Dean didn't miss the glare that Sam had sent his way, lips pursed tightly together to prevent from scolding him. A glance sent their father's way showcased the same exact thing, yet worse, and Dean could see from inside his prison some of that old anger arising in his father's eyes. It sent a cold chill throughout his being, because he knew exactly what the demon was trying to do, and was succeeding marvelously.
By nothing short of a miracle, none of the vamps stirred, too set adrift in slumber to hear not-Dean's misstep. The demon let out a silent sigh of relief, one Dean knew to be nothing more than a show, and they all resumed their mission.
Sam was the first to approach the woman. She was asleep, head hanging in an obvious state of uncomfortableness, forced into a sitting position on top of a crate with a wooden beam at her back. Her arms and legs were bound with a thick rope, one that could only be cut through with a sharp weapon. Blood littered her freshly pressed clothes as well as her skin, though Sam could see no visible bite marks. He carefully shook her awake, and Dean could see, trying his best to calm her in her state of exhausted hysteria.
While Sam took care of her, Dean watched as the demon moved away from the two, towards a cage that was behind them. It peered through, allowing Dean to see the numerous victims the vampires had acquired. They too were all bound and asleep, scattered about the cage like pieces of discarded trash. The demon moved silently as it tugged at the lock, glancing back at Sam who was too preoccupied with the woman to notice that instead of worrying about the key that hung overhead, it had used sheer strength to pry it from the chains.
Before it could open the door all the way, an inhuman scream cut through the air, startling the Winchesters and vampires alike. The howl consumed the entire building, and not-Dean reacted immediately. "Sammy, c'mon," he said urgently, grabbing Sam by his arm and dragging him away from the turned human.
Dean watched in baiting silence as the demon led Sam out of the derelict building and out into the open, the Impala and freedom only yards away. Yet there was only one problem—John was no where to be seen.
They made it up the top of the hill where the vehicles were parked, both out of breath and shaking once they reached the top. Dean noted that his little brother was clenching a hold of his shoulder as they stood there, staring at the entrance, though once Sam realized what he'd been doing, let go.
"Dad!" Not-Dean called out, voice trembling with pretend fear. "Dad!" the demon shouted once more, throwing in brokenness for good measure.
After a few more seconds had passed, finally John appeared, throwing open the front doors and rushing towards them.
"C'mon, let's go," not-Dean said, grabbing John's sleeve and pulling him forward.
John brushed his hand off, shaking his head. "They won't come after us now. It's too bright," he said, catching his breath.
"Did you get the Colt?" Sam asked, and John shook his head.
"We'll get it tonight, when they come for us," John stated, glancing back at the door to the nest. "Once they have your scent-"
"They have it for life," not-Dean finished, looking unaware that he had done so.
Both Sam and John threw a glance his way at the statement, but not-Dean shrugged it off. "'s not the first time you've said it," he mumbled, and began to fidget with the zipper on his jacket.
"So what's the plan now?" Sam asked, glancing back at the vamps that dared to venture outside. He watched as they retreated, skin burning from the light.
"Dean's going to find the nearest funeral home. We're gonna head back to the motel," John said, tone turning authoritative as he cast his gaze on Sam.
Before Sam could protest, John held his hand up, silencing him. "We need dead man's blood. It's the only way this is gonna work."
"I can go," Sam spoke up, but John shook his head.
"I want you back at the motel, just in case."
"In case of what?" Sam asked, beginning to sound offended and annoyed.
"In case of trouble," John answered, casting a glance not-Dean's way. The cloud of sadness that moved over the middle Winchester's face was immediate, the subtle truth not lost on Sam.
"Whatever," Sam muttered darkly, and threw open the door of John's black truck, slamming it shut once he was inside.
"Can you do this?" John asked, and the demon nodded solemnly. "Don't screw this up," he said, casting one last glance back at the demon before climbing into his truck and driving off.
Dean watched from inside his prison as the black truck grew smaller and smaller until it disappeared completely from sight, and he knew never before in his life had he ever felt so alone.
"So, Deano," the demon said, gaze turning back towards the vampires nest. "What do you think we should do? Hmmm? Should we barge back on in there, and set those dirty vamps straight? Or should we let this little charade play out a some more, and go grab daddy some a that dead man's blood that he wants? Decisions, decisions..."
Dean shook his head, the urge to pound his skull against the walls hitting him once more. He hated this...how weak he was. If he'd have been stronger...
"My, God, seriously?" the demon asked, obviously annoyed. "If only this, if only that, you're like a fuckin' broken record! I think it's time we spice up your life a bit, Deano. And since you're unable to take the initiative at the moment, I'll take it for you," the demon said, drawing back and clasping the handle of the Impala. "We're gonna go grab us some of that dead man's blood. But, it's gonna be nice and fresh." Not-Dean laughed darkly as threw open the door and climbed into the car, sticking the key in the ignition, the engine roaring to life. "Yeah, Deano, I think this is gonna be the most fun you've had in awhile." Dean watched in horror as the demon sped off down the gravel road, out of sight from the vampires nest, and towards an unknown destination.
Trees whizzed by, the landscape all but a blur as the demon sped up, going faster and faster until the Impala's engine sounded as though it were about to break. A sudden anger spread throughout Dean, not able to stand the abuse of his baby any longer. His lips moved, the word STOP emanating loud and clear throughout his mind, and for a few seconds, he could feel it—his foot pressing down on the brake pedal and the car skidding to a stop. He stood, out of breath and staring into the mirror, the world outside still and unmoving.
"That was quite impressive there, Deano. You almost scared me there for a minute. Almost. But as they say, all good things must come to an end," the demon said, and the control Dean momentarily had over his body vanished. Once again, the car was moving without his consent, not as fast this time though. "Why don't you relive a few moments from the days of yesteryear while I find us a sweet, innocent little victim?" the demon said mockingly, and suddenly, the mirror was just that, reflecting nothing but Dean's pain and confusion.
Within seconds, the sound of his father's voice boomed through his ears, and he was consumed with pain. He closed his eyes, and waited for it to pass.
S*P*N*S*P*N*
He wasn't quite sure how long it had lasted. It could've been weeks or months as far as he was concerned, but as voices invaded his ears again, he realized that it was still the same day, just later, daylight having passed hours before.
"Name's Winchester." That was his father's voice, but it wasn't coming from the same place as before. It was coming from the mirror again.
"Where are your friends?"
Dean rose from his place on the floor, feeling more exhausted than he thought was possible. He stood there in the doorway of the bathroom, gaze directed at his window to the outside world. This time, there were trees and shrubs outlining his vision, his father and the head vampire Luther coming to stand in the middle.
"Cleaning your nest," John shot back, a confident smile set across his lips.
Dean's vision changed for a moment as the demon shifted its gaze to the side, Sam standing there next to it. His little brother appeared anxious, but ready, a crossbow gripped tightly in his hands.
"Where's Kate?" Luther asked, and Dean was surprised at the look of concern that was etched into the monster's face.
He watched as his father muttered something, and pulled the drugged female vampire from his truck. She staggered, but John kept a firm grip on her jacket, holding her upright.
"Kate, are you alright?" Luther asked, and the female replied with, "Dead man's blood."
At that moment, an image of a young man, around twenty or so, flashed through Dean's mind. He was small and scrawny, with short brown hair and blue eyes, and clad in a black t-shirt and jeans. He looked scared to death, and Dean soon saw why. He—no the demon, dammit!—had killed the kid, and used his blood to poison the female vamp. Disgust flooded his system, another innocent person condemned all because of him.
"I want the Colt." His father's voice rattled through his head again, whisking him away from the harrowing thought. "Elkins' gun. Trade."
"Is that what this is all about?" the vampire shouted, anger creasing his forehead. His features darkened, his voice taking on a dangerous tone. "You know you can't shoot us all. We'll kill you before that happens."
John laughed at that. "Oh, I don't need it for you. I'm saving it for something else."
The vamp tensed, looking ready to strike at a moment's notice. "Put the gun down," John threatened. "Or she goes first."
"Alright, alright," Luther said through grit teeth, placing the wooden-handled weapon on the ground.
"Back up. Further," John ordered, and Dean recognized the tone. It meant that you better do as he said or face the consequences.
The vampire did as he was told, but Dean didn't miss the smirk that was slowly upturning his lips. That's when he saw that the female, Kate, was working at her bindings. He wanted to call out to his father to warn him, but he didn't. It would be an impossible feat to accomplish at the moment; he was sure he just didn't have the strength to break through as he did before.
"It's a nice move. You almost made it," Luther sneered, catching John off-guard. Before the hunter could react, he was thrown up against his truck by Kate, the gun falling from his hand to the ground. Dean watched in horror as Luther backhanded his father, the blow so powerful, it sent the oldest Winchester's head banging into the window, shattering the glass and knocking John out.
"Now, Sammy," the demon muttered, and they both stepped out from their hiding spot, sending arrows into the backs of the surrounding vamps. One by one, they fell, weakened by the kid's blood that had been on the tips of all the arrows.
Dean watched the scene, fear burning his soul as he watched his little brother make his way closer to the head vampire.
"Whadda ya think, Deano? Should I just let lil' Sammy get turned? Or should I rescue him like the great big brother that I am?" the demon's taunts exploded loudly throughout his mind, and he grimaced, grabbing a hold of the wall for support.
"Sammy!" the demon called out as Luther backhanded the middle Winchester, then wrapped his hand around the thin hunter's throat.
The demon pulled a machete from a holster attached to its belt, grasping the gleaming piece of metal in its hands.
"Don't come any closer, or I'll break his neck," Luther threatened, and Dean could see just how hard the vamp was squeezing his little brother's throat. "Put the blade down. Now."
"Oh, what to do, what to do," the demon sniggered, its mocking tone only making Dean angrier and more terrified. "Look at how scared lil' Sammy is." It sighed an exaggerated sigh, and Dean slammed his fist into the wall, not realizing that a crack had formed in its wake. "So temperamental, aren't we, Deano? Now you know I'm not done with your family just yet..."
The vampire tightened its hold on Sam's neck, the middle Winchester's face starting to turn a light shade of blue due to lack of oxygen.
The demon dropped the weapon to the ground, it making a dull thud as it hit the dirt.
"Why can't you just leave us alone, huh?" Luther yelled, his hand still digging into Sam's throat. "We have just as much right to live as you do!" Sam squirmed in his grasp, staring desperately at whom he thought to be his brother.
"I don't think so."
The demon turned, a look of surprise on its face as well as Luther's as John stood there, hatred plastered across his visage as he took aim with the Colt and fired, landing a direct hit right in between Luther's eyes. The vamp stumbled, his hold on Sam releasing as the bullet made its home in his skull.
Not-Dean quickly pulled Sam behind him, murmuring, "You okay, Sammy?" The middle Winchester nodded in response, hands rubbing at his raw and painful looking neck. They both watched in awe as some sort of sigil formed on Luther's forehead at the bullet's entry point. A flash of light enveloped his entire body before he collapsed to his knees, and then finally, to the ground.
"Luther!" Kate screamed, automatically gunning for John before the surviving vamps pulled her back. Dean heard one of them mumble, "We have to get out of here, Kate. It's not worth it." Within seconds, the remaining vampires had piled into Luther's car, the wheels screeching as they pulled off into the night.
"Sam, you okay?" were the first words out of John's mouth in the aftermath. The wounded man immediately made his way over towards his sons, and Dean watched sorrowfully as he was ignored, all of his father's concentration focused on his little brother.
"Doesn't it make you sick to your stomach? How easily he pushes you to the back of his mind, and forgets about you? And to think, he's been doing this practically all of your life. I suppose you're just used to it now, aren't you, Deano?"
"We need to get out of here," Not-Dean murmured, gaze cast to the asphalt.
"Alright, let's go. We'll regroup at the motel," John ordered, giving Sam another once over before retreating back to his truck.
"C'mon, Sammy," Not-Dean said, voice low and sounding oh-so-hurt.
"The first thing I'm gonna do, Deano, is torture that little brother of yours. Those little pathetic puppy eyes won't hold a candle to the pain he's gonna be feeling when I'm done with him. And we both know, it's gonna hurt your daddy worse than anything else. And believe me, I'll make sure he has a front row seat too."
Not-Dean led the way back through the wooded area to the clearing where they had stored the Impala, their boot-clad feet crunching the leaves below them as they walked. "You sure you're okay, Sammy?"
The brunette nodded, but stayed silent, his right hand straying back to his throat to prod the red flesh there.
"And the best part of it all? Why, you're gonna have a front seat too, Deano! You're gonna get to see every single drop of blood that escapes Sammy's skin. And every single tear that he cries too. And then, once I'm done with your little brother, I'll move onto big bad Johnny boy. And I'll make him hurt so bad, he'll be begging for us to kill him! That's right, Deano, not just me, but us!"
"Sorry I was so slow, Sammy. If I've-"
Sam shook his head furiously. "Dean, don't." And there was an edge of anger to his tone. "If I wouldn't have gotten that close to him, then he never would've been able to do this," Sam declared, gesturing towards the flesh that was starting to transform into a necklace of bruises. "So, no more blaming yourself, okay?"
"I can't wait to see the look on your daddy's face when he finally realizes what's going on. That look of shock—oh, it's gonna be priceless! To think, all this time, his soldier, his whipping boy, his punching bag—possessed all along! I wonder if he'll cry when I kill your little brother. You know, he didn't cry when I took away your hearing. He just got angry because—oh! Another thing I stole away from him. Him, not you. He rendered you useless after that. Hell, even now I can tell...he still does."
"Yeah, sure," the demon replied, nodding.
Silence ping-ponged between them as the demon steered the car down the dark, gravel road. Finally, after a few minutes, not-Dean began to speak.
"Sammy..."
Dean listened on from inside his prison, gaze focused on the blaze of light coming from the headlamps.
"You're going to love this, Dean. Hold on tight now, it's gonna be a bumpy ride."
Dean watched in horror as the car started to speed up, and the demon continued to speak. This was going to end badly. He just knew it.
S*P*N*S*P*N
"Did you really mean what you said? About going back to Stanford?"
Dean's voice was barely audible over the rumble of the engine, and Sam didn't miss how sad and desolate his brother sounded. The younger Winchester sighed, and ran a hand through his hair.
"Dean..." he started, but his voice trailed off, unable to finish the sentence. Guilt traversed through his veins, exhaustion and frustration getting the better of him.
"It's just-" Dean started, voice sounding as though it were about to break. "I-I don't think I can do this without you. Not anymore."
Sam bit his bottom lip, feeling more and more like an asshole for blurting something out that he'd honestly been considering. He hated hunting—that was a fact. Couldn't stand the instability, or the fact that the threat against their lives multiplied tenfold with each new hunt they'd faced.
Dean's breath hitched, and Sam felt his heart sink at the sound. It sounded so wrong, so horrible, so un-Deanlike. "If you do plan on going," and Dean paused, obviously compartmentalizing his emotions because when he started to speak again, his voice was low but steady. "Just tell me, okay? Don't walk out on me again."
"Dean, I wasn't thinking clearly when I said it, okay? You know how I get around Dad-"
"So that means I have to suffer?" The question caught Sam off-guard. He quirked an eyebrow, unable to keep the look of surprise off his face.
"Well, I'm sorry, Dean, but-"
"But what?" And his brother's eyes lit up, gleaming with anger. "You just figured that you could just run back to California, and I'd be okay with that? That I'd team up with Dad again, and let history repeat itself?"
Sam gaped at his brother, unable to make a retort. He felt angry, yet horrible, fairly positive that there were now tears dancing in his brother's eyes.
"I'm sorry, Sammy, but I can't do it," Dean said, shaking his head, two tears leaving wet trails down his face. "I can't. I don't think I'll survive another turn. He'll kill me, and you know it."
The Impala rumbled louder as Dean pressed down on the gas pedal, gravel and dirt spinning underneath the tires at an alarming rate.
"Please, Sammy. Please don't go. Don't leave me." Dean was near sobbing now, his voice shaking just about as hard as his hands were. They were stark white against the black steering wheel, bony and cut up, and trembling.
"Dean, look, this—" Sam paused, taking in a breath and attempting to gather his thoughts. "We both know that this isn't what I want. And as much as-"
Dean didn't give him a chance to finish, the car once again speeding up. "It's always about what you want, isn't it?" Dean near screamed, more tears angrily rolling down his cheeks as the car swerved, his full attention now on Sam instead of the road.
"Dean!" Sam cried out, feeling the car fishtail. "What is wrong with you?" he shouted, eyes wide and bright and scared.
"When we were kids, and you wanted those damned Lucky Charms, and I hadn't eaten for three fucking days—I still gave them to you! When you wanted to eat at McDonalds, and you always wondered why I wasn't hungry? It was because I didn't have enough money to feed the both of us! But you wanted it, so I got it for you! When you were thirteen, and needed money for that stupid soccer team you joined? I worked three jobs to get it for you! Why? Because you wanted it!" Tears were pouring rapidly down Dean's cheeks, the car swerving and weaving, and going far too fast for Sam's liking. But his brother wasn't done yet. "When you were fifteen, and those punks down the street stole your bike? Even though we both knew you weren't even going to be able to keep the damned thing—I went and got it back because you wanted it! And finally, when you got accepted into your fancy ass college and left me and Dad? Once again, another thing you wanted and got! What about what I want? Huh, Sammy? When's it gonna be my turn?"
Sam could feel his heart pounding in his chest, anxiousness clearly written across his face. Dean wasn't the only one shaking, that was for sure. He took a deep breath, frighteningly thankful when the car hit asphalt. It bounced and skidded as it did so, but his brother was undeterred.
"Answer me, dammit!" Dean shouted, the hollows of his face dark and haunting in the spare moonlight streaming through the windows. The cords in his neck bulged every time he raised his voice, only adding to the affect of how truly skinny he was.
"Dean, stop!" Sam yelled, anger creasing his brow, though he was still inwardly bewildered.
"You really want me to stop?" And suddenly, there was a dangerous tone in Dean's voice. The fury was gone, replaced with something quietly disturbing.
"Yes!" Sam replied, inhaling sharply as the engine continued to roar, the speed too great for the classic vehicle.
"Fine," Dean answered coolly. "Because little Sammy always gets what he wants, doesn't he?"
Sam heard the tires screech, but before everything went black, he watched as his brother's eyes transformed from their usual green color into two black pools of evil.
Before he had time to react, his head slammed into the dashboard, sending him spiraling into unconsciousness.
"See how easy that was, Deano? And to think, it only gets better from here..."
A/N – I am so sorry it took me so long to update. This chapter just didn't want to come out right, no matter how I wrote it. But, it's done, and I hope you all like it. And MANY, MANY THANKS to MysteryMadchen, Stryder2008, Sjoeks, babyreaper, renniespice, dandy44, kissacazador, HPSmallCharm29, anon, and all of you that have faved or are watching this story. I can't tell you how much I appreciate you all sticking around, and I truly am hoping I get done with this soon. Thank you all again, and I hope you enjoyed it. :)