Tears of the soul

Chap. 4-Warnings and Concerns

Disclaimer: Sadly I still don't own the boys…maybe in a couple more years, and 3 million more dollars. =0

AN: So this is the next Chapter, and I again wanted to thank snsw25kr14 for her help in making this story better for ya'll. And thank you so much for all of your wonderful reviews. I am so happy you are enjoying my story, please continue to do so, it helps a lot. And I have some good news. We have heard from my sis, and she is now considerably safer than before…YAY. Enjoy this chap.

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

"Alastair" Sam whispered in shock at seeing the face of evil standing before him.

"Well, hello there Sammy, long time no see" Alastair chuckled while looking at the shock on the youngest Winchesters face.

"What do you want? Haven't you already done enough? Just please, leave me alone."

"Come on Sammy I just wanted to drop in and see how things were working out for you now. I mean with Dean back from hell and all."

Sam was wearily watching Alastair as he talked, but at hearing this his curiosity was peaked and he looked into his face, trying to discern whether he was telling the truth or not.

"What? Dean's still dead. He's not alive. I know what you're trying to do, and I won't fall for it this time. It was bad enough the first time" Sam responded with tears in his hazel depths.

"Oh come on, I was just having a little fun. I didn't mean anything by it, I swear, and besides that's all in the past. I'm telling the truth this time." Alastair said all of this with a look of innocence on his face. He was slowly walking closer to Sam as he talked, waiting for the opportune moment to strike with the final blow.

"You're lying. Dean is dead, you have made that perfectly clear" Sam said trying to sound confident, all the while inside he was breaking a little more.

"Come on Sam now you want to go into denial? The one time I'm telling the truth? Well if I were you I guess I would act the same. I mean I wouldn't want to have to face my brother who I sent to hell. I wouldn't want to have to bear the blame either. That would be rough I suspect, but it's your choice" Alastair continued nonchalantly as he watched Sam get angrier by the minute.

Sam knew that Alastair was right, and that Dean would probably place the blame on Sam, but he couldn't handle it anymore. He knew that he couldn't trust a demon, especially this one. As Alastair finished his little rant, Sam had reached his limit.

"You son of a bitch. Stop talking about Dean like you know him. When I wake up I will hunt your ass down and I will kill you. That's a promise!"

"Oh, that was a bad idea Sammy boy, and you will pay for it. We will meet again soon Sam, but know that I will not be the one that dies." Alastair sneered with a look of complete hatred on his face.

During this whole confrontation, Sam did not once even entertain the fact that Alastair might be telling the truth. But he didn't have any time to think about it, because the next thing he knew Alastair was advancing on him. With that, Alastair put his hand up to Sam's head, and he was engulfed into a pain like no other, until finally there was nothing.

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It was then when he came to the startling realization that Sam wasn't breathing.

Dean stood for a moment more, staring at his brother, before he finally realized that Sam needed his help. With a river of tears running down his face, he quickly tilted Sam's head back and cleared his airways. He started to perform CPR, and as he did so he couldn't refrain himself from begging Sam to be okay.

"Sammy? Come on man. You can't just leave me like this. You got to come back to me, I can't be alone! Please Sam, please. I promise if you come back to me I'll quit being an ass and start acting like the brother that you need. "

Dean continued his whispered words for the next few minutes in between the life sustaining breaths, but was soon losing his hope. He was beginning to feel if all was lost, when he felt the tickling of Sam's breath on his cheek. He looked at Sam and noticed that his chest was now moving on its own, and he was starting to regain more color in his face, making him look just a little bit better.

After finally realizing that Sam was indeed breathing on his own, Dean could do nothing but sit there and hold on to Sam's hand and allow the tears to fall. He realized how close he came to losing his brother and it made him feel sick. He didn't like the feeling and he knew he needed to know that Sam was completely and totally okay before he would begin to relax. He felt a slight movement coming from his brother and a small moan. It gave him hope to see Sam's hazel eyes opening.

"De?" Sam asked as he tried to focus his confused eyes.

"Ya Sammy it's me. I'm here. You gave me quite the scare there little brother."

"Sorry" Sam couldn't find the energy to say anything else at the moment. He breathed deep willing the steady throb behind his eyes to go away and when it didn't he grimaced.

"What happened?"

"Well I was just about to ask you the same thing. I mean one moment you were sleeping and the next you were having a seizure. I mean you stopped breathing Sammy, I was scared you were gonna leave me."

"Oh. I guess that explains why I'm sore. I think I was having a nightmare" Sam sighed as he yawned, exhausted and not hardly able to muster the energy to keep his eyes opened. All he wanted to do was sleep.

Dean looked at his brother, knowing he needed to talk with Sam, but he didn't want Sam to become even sicker. It worried him how much Sam was sleeping, but he knew Sam had gone through a lot in the past day. He decided to not bombard Sam with any questions and just let him rest; the questions could wait till morning.

"Okay Sam, if you're sure. Why don't you go back to sleep though alright? I won't bother you with all my questions, but we need to talk about what's going on and I mean it. For now though just rest." Dean finished talking using a gentle but firm voice, that Sam would have no choice but to obey.

Dean watched as Sam's eyes briefly flickered with fear. He sighed, not able to understand what was happening with his brother. He hated feeling useless and not able to help Sam, the way he needed to be helped. As Sam's eyes closed and he drifted off to sleep, Dean grabbed the laptop.

He knew it probably wouldn't give him an answer, but it was worth a shot. The idea that something was going on inside of Sam's head made him shiver. It scared him to think what exactly could cause his brother to seize. The fear that he saw in Sam's eyes chilled him to the bone. He hadn't seen fear like that in a long time. He refused to allow Sam to sink any further in the ocean that he appeared to be drowning in. The only thing that he could promise himself and his sleeping brother was that he would save him. He refused to fail Sam anymore than he already had.

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AN: Yay so there it is. A talk is definitely on the horizon for our boys!! Please review and tell me what you think. (Dude, if you are reading this months or years after it's been published…I STILL want a review!!!) =]

Lots of Love
-lullabyJN