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The hunt began. Their plan was simple, trapping Al in an iron chain circle before killing her. Sam figured if Al couldn't pass through iron door frames, she couldn't pass iron chain too.

The boys chose a jungle area near the town to trap Al and kill her.

They put the chains on the ground in the shape of a circle, but not a complete circle. The two ends of the chain were still apart. One end of the chain was with Sam, and Dean had the other. They would close the circle when Al entered it.

Then they covered the chain with black ship fur, so the Al wouldn't sense the iron. If things went on according to plan, they would kill Al easily.

All four of them had guns with iron bullets. Dean seriously doubted that Mary and Ann could use the guns when necessary, but he was also sure it wouldn't be necessary.

Mary and Ann were standing at the center of the chain circle, in the middle of all furs, waiting for Al to show up.

They all were waiting impatiently for the hunt to end, but more than any one Sam wanted it to be over, not because he hated Al, because he just wanted a warm bed to sleep in. He still felt tired and worn out, his whole body was aching and his headache was now an unmerciful throbbing in the right side of his head. He leaned against the tree that he was hiding behind, praying that Al would show up soon.

Dean was behind another tree about fifteen feet away. He had an eye on the girls and another eye on his brother. He noticed that Sam wasn't very well, and was leaning on the tree. We need a break after we send this bitch where she belongs. I have to make sure Sam is one hundred percent before we start hunting again.

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Sam was looking at the girls who were sitting on the ground after getting tired of standing, when he felt a breeze on his hot and clammy skin. Soon it turned to a wind; a few leaves swirled in the air. Immediately Al appeared in the darkness, near the girls in the circle. She stood there looking intently at the girls.

Ann and Mary both raised their guns, but waited for Sam and Dean to close the circle first. If iron bullets couldn't kill her immediately and she escaped they would lose their chance for killing her for ever.

"Sam!" Dean shouted. "Now."

Sam didn't need to be told twice, he started to run toward Dean with the chain in his hand, but he didn't realize how weak he felt until he began to run.

He fell hard on the ground with his second step. His feet were heavy, so heavy that he couldn't move them to stand up again.

Fortunately Dean was close enough to get to Sam in time before Al could figure out what was going on and escape.

Dean sat beside Sam on the ground he put the two ends of chain together and closed the circle, then turned to girls, "get out of the circle now." He shouted.

The girls ran out of the circle in the direction of the brothers. Before Al can even comprehend that under the ship fur was iron, the girls were safely out of circle, and she was trapped. She was more powerful with her hair but her powers didn't work in the circle of iron.

Dean helped Sam to sit. Sam looked at his palms that have taken the brunt. They were sore and bleeding from a few little spots. His hands were shaking so hard. He rubbed his palm together to clean them off from dry leaves, dirt and small broken pieces of wood.

Al was looking around desperate to find a way out of the circle. She looked at them with anger and hate in her eyes when she finally understood there is no way out. Only God knows what she would do to them if she could use her powers.

Dean raised his gun to shoot her and end all of this once for all. "Rot in hell, bitch!"

"If you want your brother to die, kill me now." Al would always make a hole to escape through when necessary, this time was no exception.

Dean froze from fear for a moment, "You can't hurt anybody, not any more." She's bluffing.

"Yeah I can't, but the poison in his blood can." She said confidently.

Poison? What?

When Sam was poisoned? Dean remembered last night when Sam had the encounter with Al; he had started to feel sick after that. He had gotten hospitalized for a freaking nose bleed. I must have known it.

"You're bluffing." Dean knew he shouldn't believe an evil son of bitch without any reasons.

"You know that I'm not. Last night my fingers around you're your sweet little brother's neck…. Ring any bells?" She sounded so sure. As long as she had the cure she was safe. "I have the cure. If you let me go I will give the cure to you."

Sam started to lean against Dean. Even sitting was a hard thing to do. The older brother cradled Sam's shoulders with his left arm. Sam's chest hurt and he couldn't seem to take deep breathes.

"Kill him Dean." Mary said angrily. "Don't make the same mistake my grand father made."

"Mistake?" Al glared at her, "If it wasn't because of me, you wouldn't even be here. Your mother would have died the night she gave birth to your older brother. Your grand father did the right thing."

"You tricky bitch," Dean said through clenched teeth. If angry looks at hatred could kill anybody, Al would drop dead on the spot.

"Yeah, I am tricky. How do you think I survived up until now? If I wasn't wise I wouldn't be the last of my species."

"I'll kill you myself, if it's the last thing I do in my life." Dean so wanted to squeeze the trigger and kill her right now, but how he could risk his little brother's life? If Al has poisoned Sam, only she had the cure.

"I don't think so, unless you want your brother to taste his own blood before he dies with excruciating pain. Or do you want to see your brother begging you to kill him, because he can't take the pain anymore?" Al said with venom in her voice.

More than any thing Dean wanted to make the deal and save Sam, but if he freed Al she would continue killing girls and he may never find her again to eliminate her.

Al could sense why Dean was doubtful. "I'll leave here. There are always far smaller villages to hunt in and you won't even hear about me again, I promise."

Dean had no choice. He couldn't let his brother die; he had to save Sam no matter what. He would never fail in the most important job in his life, taking care of his little brother.

He looked at Sam's face. His skin was coated with sweat and he was panting hard. His eyes were closed. He looked so innocent and young.

Dean lowered his gun.

"Dean, don't do this." Sam slurred with unfocused half closed eyes. "Kill her."

"No Sam. I can't."

"Dean, please." Sam begged. "I don't want any body else to die because of me."

He looked at Dean; his eyes were shining with unshed tears, begging Dean to kill Al.

"Sam it's not your fault mom died, how many times I have to tell you?" Dean said in a soft voice.

"Mom died because of me, so did Jess and dad." A tear rolled down his chick. "God knows how many people died because of me." If he wasn't special and YED didn't want him none of them would have died.

"I won't let you die…. You can't leave me alone." Dean cleaned his teary eyes quickly. "You can't get rid of me so easily."

Dean's mind was made up, and nothing could change it.

TBC

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