Tears of the soul

Chap 3-The Waiting Darkness

AN: Okay guys so here is the next chapter. This chapter wouldn't have been made possible without the help of snsw25kr14. She read my story and helped make it amazingly better, and longer! (So thank you very much). Please read, and enjoy!

Dean sat, in the stiff chair that was placed by Sam's bed. He had the laptop out researching anything that he thought could be causing his brother such distress and anguish. He had been watching his brother for the past couple of hours. At first it seemed that Sam was resting peacefully, but that didn't last long. Soon he started to whimper and move restlessly. Dean knew he was in the middle of a nightmare. He moved from his chair and set the laptop on the old looking table. He gently sat down on the edge of the bed, being as careful as possible to not jostle Sam's leg.

"Sam. Sammy. Come on wake up man. It's just a dream. It's okay, I'm right here." Dean accompanied these words with gentle pats on the cheek.

After a couple of seconds Sam's eyes started to flutter. Dean encouraged him until they were fully open. Once Sam's eyes were open he noticed the dazed look and he waited patiently for Sam to awake some more. He helped prop Sam up but just long enough to get him to swallow a couple more pain pills, before he gently helped move him into a comfortable position before he once again slipped back into sleep.

It hadn't been but thirty minutes before the whimpers of his brother made him look up from the computer screen. His gut clenched at what was happening to Sam. He laid a gentle hand on Sam's shoulder and waited for him to quiet. It made him sick to think of what exactly was going on inside of his little brother's head. What was so bad that would make his Sammy want to kill himself?

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Sam once again found himself submerged in the pain and the darkness. The same fear and never ending grief that accompanied those four months. As he was forced to watch those four months of pure torture he unconsciously started to sob as it played over and over again. He knew after going through this, what was going to happen, but every time he had to watch, it seemed to hurt worse.

Out of the darkness he heard a voice. It was the one person he needed the most and he recognized the voice to be Deans. He slowly felt the darkness and the painful emotions start to lift as he began to regain some of his sense, and he felt a gentle tapping on his cheek. He slowly opened his eyes to see Dean leaning over him, worry and fear swimming in his green orbs.

He couldn't even begin to understand what was happening and he didn't want to. He soon concluded that, in this instance, it must be one of those times where he was having a nightmare within a nightmare. He knew Dean was around and it provided some relief, but he didn't want to pay attention. He needed to wake up and escape the darkness, but he didn't know how. He realized that Dean was trying to give him something and didn't object when the sweet relief of pain medication was put into his mouth. He tried to fight as hard as he could, but the ever-present darkness that was always looming consumed him and he once again fell asleep into the waiting nightmares and darkness.

It was always the same, the pain and the screams. It never stopped no matter how hard he struggled and pleaded. There was always the same scene. Sometimes he was forced to watch as Dean was brutally tortured. His screams of agony cutting through him like a knife, making the wound that much deeper. When he wasn't forced to watch Dean, he was forced to watch as the torture was done to his father. It killed him to see the two men that he had thought to be invincible crumble under the harsh words and bloody instruments that evil served to them.

To his surprise though, as suddenly as the 'movie' had started, it stopped, and Sam found himself alone in the dark. His panic started to rise, but was quieted some when he felt Dean's hand in his own. He waited in the darkness, not sure of what to do. Never had the 'movie' just stopped. He was always paid a visit. It scared him what was in store for him and so he laid shaking in the darkness. After what seemed like days to him, though it had only been hours, he felt another presence in the vast expanses of his mind.

Sam knew that whatever was in his mind was evil; he had been around evil long enough to know when it was near. Even the comforting hand of Dean's hand in his did nothing to squash the complete and total fear that was rising in him. He found the strength that he needed and rose from the cold depths of the ground that he had been occupying.

"Who are you? Come on, show yourself!" Sam screamed with as much courage as he could muster. Although he felt the tears enter his eyes at the person that stood in front of him

"Now, now Sammy, is that any way to treat your old friend?"

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Dean had been dreaming of a time when everything in his life was normal. His mom and dad were happily married. Sam was engaged and living the apple pie life he had always dreamed of. As for himself, well he was just content to love the cards he had been dealt and the happiness his family was experiencing. Unfortunately he awoke from his light sleep next to Sammy, when he felt the grip on his hand tighten to the point of pain. He turned his head towards his brother and felt panic rise in his throat. Sam's eyes were squeezed tight and he was physically shaking. It didn't take a genius to know his brother was absolutely terrified.

Dean hadn't seen Sam this scared in a long while, and had only seen him like this a handful of times. It was always caused by the fear of losing Dean or finding he himself in danger. In this situation though Dean was fine so he knew that whatever was happening was happening inside his little brother's mind. Dean was terrified for his brother because even though he was sitting not a foot from him there was absolutely nothing he could do. The worst feeling in the world was being completely helpless when it came to his family, especially his Sammy. He started to whisper anything he could think of to get through to Sam. Something that would bring his Sammy back to him.

"Sammy? I'm right here Sam, everything is okay. I promise, I'm here and nothing is going to happen to you. I'm not going anywhere. Don't worry I'll keep you safe."

If he had been paying attention maybe he would have seen the first twitch, but he didn't, and there was nothing he could do as he was forced to watch helplessly as Sam began to seize. He began to panic, he watched as blood began to leak from Sam's nose and ear's. He had never been around someone that seized much less his own brother.

He gently took hold of Sam's head and held it. The tears pooled in his eyes and he didn't wipe them away as they leaked out. His sole priority was Sam. His breath hitched as Sam began to stop seizing and just twitch. It seemed like the whole ordeal had been hours, when it was only a mere minute or so. He coughed and wiped his eyes. He knew Sam needed a hospital but the closet one was nearly eighty miles away. He sighed feeling drained and exhausted.

As he released his hands from Sam's head, he suddenly froze. He watched as Sam's chest didn't rise. It was then when he came to the startling realization that Sam wasn't breathing.

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