I am sorry if I got a little mean in last chapter and put Sam and Dean in more trouble. But it is time to save Sam, no more obstacles in way. eeer….. Just one more ;)

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Dean left Sam and hurried out of the room to meet Al. He went down stairs and yanked open the basement door. He turned the light on his way down the stairs. The moment the lamp shed light on the room he saw Al, laying on the ground among the iron chains motion less. As if…. As if she was dead.

Dean went closer. Al's face was hidden behind her black veil. Dean nudged her with the tip of his boot.

"Wake up bitch." Dean said with anger evident in his voice.

He expected Al to jump up with a loud boo or to try and catch him by surprise, so he got his shot gun ready. But Al didn't so much as twitch.

Dean kicked her hard. "I said wake up… You win. Save my brother and I'll let you go."

Nothing.

Dean started to panic. He leaned to uncover Al's face from behind her black dress. The moment he saw her face he realized he had been too late.

Al's face had turned gray and her skin was dried out and wrinkled, as if someone had sucked her out of all moisture. Her lids were dried and curled up; her protruded glassy eyes were staring at Dean. Her lips had shrunk back and her white teeth were shining ridiculously in the light of the lamp. It was as if she was grinning and mocking Dean with a cocky expression of 'I told you so.'

Al was dead, and it was too late for any deal.

Dean thought he'd go crazy at any minute.

"You bastard, stop smiling at me." He shot at her face to wipe that ridiculous grin off of her face. "I'll kill you myself." Dean shouted, he didn't stop shooting 'till his gun was empty.

Every bullet in her body would make her rot faster and turn her into something like ash. To Dean's satisfaction, when he was done Al was nothing but a pile of Dark stinking ash.

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Aria's family had given up like Dean, they waited in the room for Dean to make the deal and end all this.

But it didn't happen.

They heard gun shots, one after another, followed by a very heavy silence that swallowed the whole house.

"He wanted to make the deal, didn't he?" Ann asked frightfully, "Who's he shooting?"

"I don't know." Mr. Aria answered. "I better go check on him."

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Mr. Aria pushed open the basement door. "Dean!... Son. Are you Ok?"

No answer.

Dean was sitting on the last step at the bottom of the staircase, his back toward Mr. Aria.

"You killed her?" Mr. Aria asked bewildered when he came closer and saw the rotten Ash in front of Dean.

The lump in Dean's throat was so big he couldn't talk, not even cry. He was suffocating.

"Don't worry son." Mr. Aria sat beside Dean. "I have a feeling your brother is going to be fine. Maybe it's better she is dead."

All of Dean's desperation and anger surfaced from the places in his heart he had buried them in and went straight to the only person who was with him.

"I didn't kill her!" Dean stood up angrily and shouted at the top of his lung, "And don't call me son, you're not my father…. Do you think I'm that much of an idiot to risk my brother's life like this?" Dean paused and tried to gather his composure "You don't know anything about me. I'd do anything for Sam." His voice cracked and became softer. "He's all I got; I can't let him die." His anger left him, as hopelessness claimed his heart once more.

Mr. Aria let Dean burn away all his anger. Dean sat down again.

"I'm sorry." Dean said after a moment.

"It's ok. I have a brother too, we have overcome so much together, he means a lot to me too... I know how you feel."

"What am I gonna do now?" Dean asked in a shaky voice.

This was a really hard question to answer. Or maybe just a real easy one, they only had one more option.

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While Dean sat silently and watched his dying brother, Mr. Aria burned all the herbs they needed and put the ashes in an iron bowl. He then wrote a spell on a paper and burned it, before adding it to the bowl. Ann added thick brownish oil to the bowl, Mary put the magnets all around Sam on the bed and lit three candles. Ann spilled a few drops of the oil on each candle and a strong odor filled the room.

"Is he supposed to eat that?" Dean asked disgustedly looking at the potion in Mr. Aria's hand.

"Oh! Hell, no." Mr. Aria answered more disgusted than Dean. "Just stand back and watch, don't touch your brother until I finish the incantation. Ok?"

Dean stood up and stepped back. "Ok."

Mr. Aria started to whisper the incantation, when he finished he put his finger in the potion and rubbed it on Sam's left palm, careful of the IV in his hand. He went to the right side of the bed and did the same.

Sam started to moan although his eyes were still closed.

"It's working." Ann whispered clutching at her small necklace with worry.

Mr. Aria went on chanting and putting the potion around the sore spots on Sam's neck where the poison had entered his body.

Sam started to move restlessly on the bed, tossing his head from side to side. Mr. Aria chanted faster and Sam became more restless.

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Sam felt he was being pulled up. Something was dragging him up from a dark hole. He felt his tired, heavy body become lighter and lighter. Then he stopped suddenly, he couldn't go up any further. He started struggling to go higher and it became painful. As he continued to struggle it became more painful, but he was not going to stop trying to go to the surface, he knew it was where he should go.

He then felt something heavy crush him and he stopped struggling. He felt a searing pain coming from his hands extending all the way up to his neck and face.

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Sam was sweating and moaning on the bed, Dean knew he was in so much pain. He thought he was going to get a heart attack from all the pressure he was in at the moment.

When Mr. Aria finished his ritual Sam cried out in pain and clutched at his neck.

"Sam!" Dean shouted. Mary grabbed his arm to keep him from running to Sam.

Sam suddenly rose up sitting and clutching at his head. His face was contorted in pain. His nose started to bleed again, the blood was very thick and dark. Dean could see that his brother wasn't breathing. Sam was sitting there holding his breath and trying to cope with the pain.

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Sam felt all the pain in his body running to his face, his headache got more and more intense as the pain in his body dulled.

Suddenly in a moment he felt all the pain leave him. He drew some air in his lungs. He felt his fevered body get cold in an instant. And his body became light so light as if he was floating in the air. He had never felt this good in his life. Is it how a soul free of its body feels?

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Dean saw his brother take a shaky breath, as his head went limp, falling back on the bed.

He ran to Sam, quickly gathered him in a hug. Sam's head was on his shoulder and he could hear his brother's soft breathing.

"It's over Sammy. I got you. It's over." Dean said soothingly

Sam felt Dean's presence so close; he opened his eyes and felt the warmth of Dean's body.

"Dea'-"

"I'm here." He hugged Sam tighter to let his brother know he was close to him, as close as possible.

Mary went to the bed and hugged the brother close; Ann also sat on the bed and hugged Sam from behind. All of them were in tears. The danger was so close and huge, they were lucky they escaped the dire consequences of it.

Sam was safe and he was going to be ok.

"Dean!"

"Yeah, Sammy?" Dean answered without letting go of his brother, still hugging him tight.

"I can't breath."

All three of them let go of him quickly.

Ann blushed. "Sorry."

"We are just happy you're ok." Mary said.

"What happened?"

"It's a long story. You better rest for now. You still look like a corpse who has escaped his grave." Dean helped his brother lay back.

"You didn't make a deal, did you?" Sam asked frowning.

"No, of course not. Why would you think that? I would never do that even if you'd die."

Sam continued to stare at him unbelievingly.

"I swear I didn't do it." Dean sounded like a six year old trying to convince his parent.

"Ok." Sam whispered tiredly. If he had any energy left in him, he wouldn't go to sleep until he heard every thing, but he was so tired sleep dragged him under in a minute.

Dean took a very deep breath and exhaled loudly.

"Your brother is still very sick; you have to keep an eye on him tonight." Mr. Aria advised.

"I know." Dean said under his breath, looking at Sam's prone body.

TBC

I like to thank my wonderful beta for this chapter, she is so sweat and very helpful.

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Thanks for reading and bearing my crap writing up to this point.

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