Disclaimer: I do not own Supernatural or any of its characters.

Author's Note: Okay... so this story wasn't supposed to be as long as it turned out. Don't worry, this is not the last chapter. I still have like three or four more (we have to find out what happened to Bobby after all...). But still. I thought this thing was only going to be a few chapters long because all it was going to be was an excuse for some hurt!Sam and protective!Dean... which it still is, only with some semblence of a plot too.

Author's Note 2: Anyway. This chapter switches back and forth between Sam and Dean's point of views. I didn't really want to write two separate chapters depicting what happened to both of them, so this is what happened. Hope you enjoy it.

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You Found Me

Chapter 12

Or at least, Sam wished everything went black. Instead, things got really fuzzy and jumbled. He could hear Meg talking to someone on Sam's phone and the other person shouting back. It was hard to hear over the howl of the wind as the tornado grew even closer.

Sam could barely see where he was going as he army-crawled his way to some sort of shelter. He knew that it was useless—the tornado would pick up every thing in its path and then proceed to destroy and relocate it, but still, Sam had to try. He wasn't going to let some measly tornado take him, especially not when there were three other demons Hell-bent (literally) on killing Dean and taking Sam to Lucifer.

Shelter came in the form of two piles of junk that had fallen into each other with just enough space for Sam to hole up in. He wasn't sure what would happen if the tornado hit them, but he hoped that that wouldn't happen.

The howl grew impossibly louder until the tornado was only a few feet away from where Sam was hiding. Meg let out a high-pitched scream as she got sucked up into the funnel. Sam knew it was futile to think that that would kill her. It would take a lot more than a tornado to kill a demon.

The tornado seemed to have reached its high point. The roar kept up for nearly ten minutes before dissipating and moving on. During that time, Sam was forced to cover his face and move further backward into his small shelter to keep from getting hit by any random flying car parts.

The moment the tornado left, things went deathly quiet. Lightning and thunder still illuminated the black sky above and rain still pelted Sam from every direction as he cautiously pulled himself out of the confines of his shelter to take a look around. But nothing moved except for Sam.

That was a lie, Sam realized as he balanced himself against the pile of cars that had protected him.

Amongst the rubble of what used to be Singer Salvage Yard, another form was moving. Sam couldn't make out who it was, but he could certainly guess.

Shit, he thought.

Once again, that was a gross understatement. He was injured and weaponless against one demon.

Make that two, he thought as another figure joined the first near the smoldering remains of Bobby's house.

This is not going to end well, he thought darkly.

Dean breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the familiar turn off to Bobby's place. He wasn't sure what he expected going down the road, but the remains of homes and cars of Bobby's neighbors' wasn't it.

"Shit, Sammy," Dean whispered as he pulled into Bobby's driveway. He could go no further than the first hundred feet because of the amount of debris that had piled up in the driveway. The tornado certainly had done a number on the salvage yard.

Feeling a sense of foreboding, Dean climbed out of the Impala and grabbed some things he deemed necessary, such as his gun loaded with rock salt, Ruby's knife, and a couple of other odds and ends. He made sure to shove the first aid kit into his bag, praying that he wouldn't have to use it and knowing that he would.

He closed the trunk to the Impala gently before setting off into the pouring rain to find his brother.

Ruby and the third demon that Sam had been unable to identify were the only two demons still in Singer Salvage. Where Meg ended up, Sam didn't care. He just hoped it was somewhere far away and permanent, because if she showed up in the next five minutes, then he might as well sign his own death certificate. Hell, he might as well do that now, he thought as Ruby and the other demon started walking toward him.

Sam had no qualms about dying. In fact, he almost welcomed the possibility if it meant escaping all the pain and suffering he had caused. He knew it was weak, but he couldn't help but feel that the world would be a better place without him.

Even still, that didn't mean he was just going to give up. John and Dean alike had taught him that if he was going to go down, at least take some of them with you. Granted, Sam highly doubted they had the foresight to predict that the youngest Winchester would one day be facing two demons without any weapons in the middle of a thunderstorm.

Sam blamed his slow realization that he did have a weapon on his concussion and exhaustion. He didn't know how well it would work, seeing as the last time he had tried to exorcise a demon with his mind he had started the apocalypse and hadn't exactly practiced since then, but it was worth a shot. He desperately hoped that it would work this time, no matter the consequences.

As Ruby and the other demon drew closer, Sam took a few deep steadying breaths and prepared himself for the blinding pain that would no doubt follow what he was about to do.

Dean heard the high-pitched screams coming from the west side of what used to be Bobby's house. He instantly broke into a run, knowing that something bad was going to happen.

In the minute and a half it took for Dean to reach the source of the screams, he realized that one of the screams had already disappeared. His heart was in his throat as he rounded the corner of some broken down cars and skidded to a stop.

A tall burly man was unconscious on the muddy ground. His chest was moving up and down at a rapid pace, proving that he wasn't dead. But that wasn't Dean's concern.

Sam was on his knees, one hand wrapped around his stomach and the other thrust out in a manner that Dean recognized with a surge of anger and betrayal. Sam was trying to exorcise a demon. Was he crazy?

It took Dean roughly two seconds to realize all of this and in those two seconds, he had already pulled out Ruby's knife and was charging toward the demon Sam was trying to exorcise. With a start, he realized it was Ruby.

"My, my, it takes two of you to kill me," Ruby said chuckling as Dean pressed her up against the scrap metal. "Why am I not surprised? You both were always so pathetically weak."

"We'll see who the weak one is," Dean growled as he shoved the knife into her chest in an explosion of white energy.

Ruby's face was priceless. Dean wished that he had a camera to capture the expression of shock, surprise, pain, and lifelessness that was visible on her face. She was dead. Gone from the Winchesters' life forever. Dean could hardly contain his glee.

"Dean?"

Dean turned slowly, realizing then that he was completely covered in the bitch's blood and had a sadistic looking knife. Not that it had ever bothered him before, but somehow, it seemed different this time around.

Sam looked too far gone to care. He was shaking heavily, whether it was from the cold or shock, Dean wasn't sure. Blood streamed from his nose and a large gash on his forehead. Dean instantly felt whatever anger he had felt upon seeing Sam attempting to exorcise Ruby with his mind disappear, replaced by a crushing sense of protectiveness. He was by Sam's side instantly.

"It's going to be okay, Sammy," he whispered as he shrugged out of his leather jacket and put around Sam's shoulders. "You're going to be okay."

Ding dong the wicked bitch is dead! Time to celebrate by hitting that pretty gray button with green writing!