Chapter 5: Alone

The stake was flying through the air as fast as Sam could push it and, to his delight, it hit something. Yet even though it made contact, something felt wrong.

Dean's POV

Dean finished writing the words and sat back, expecting Sam to just keep doing what he was doing. He heard Sam gasp, and all he saw was a sharp wooden object flying towards him. He flinched as it made contact with the lower part of his chest. He cried out in pain and tried to pick up the pen with his shaking right hand. Gathering as much strength as he could, he wrote it's me Dean.

The conscious world was fading away. Dean was sure that the stake had at least nicked his heart. He tried to examine the damage, but he couldn't. All he could make out was the six inch stake sticking out of his body. Some where in the background he heard his name being called, but his reply caught in his mouth as the world faded until only blackness remained.

The Trickster's POV

The trickster was sitting on a bench across the street from Sam's motel watching Dean make a fool of himself in his attempt to get his brother's attention. The creature laughed in amusement. Seeing Dean get in the mustang, the trickster got up and walked towards the car, eager to see what Dean would try next.

He saw Sam's reaction to the words appearing on the note card size piece of paper. A wicked smile slowly started to etch itself across his face when he saw the younger Winchester swing the stake at Dean. The trickster allowed it to make contact.

The creature made his way back to the bench and released Dean from his grip of trickery, having full confidence the he was dead. When he reached the bench he heard a familiar and unpleasant voice that shredded his joy into a million pieces.

"Are you sure he's dead?" Alastiar asked.

The trickster sighed with frustration and turned to answer him, "You want me to check?" He took hold of Dean once more and checked for life signs. When he discovered none, he withdrew and said, "Yes, he's dead."

Sam's POV

When he hit the invisible object, blood started to show up around the stake and words started to appear on the paper again. His face became pale when he realized what he had done. Just then, Dean appeared in the passenger seat with a stake in his chest. If it wasn't where his heart was, it was dangerously close.

"Dean!" Sam yelled, crying because of what he had done. "Dean, stay with me!"

There was no response as his brother slipped farther and farther away from him, but he kept trying. While he was trying to wake Dean, the passenger door opened and someone pulled Dean out. Sam got out of the car and saw that it was Castiel.

"Where are you taking him?" Sam asked, but when no reply came he repeated his question with force. "Where are you TAKING HIM?!"

A flash of light and they were gone, leaving Sam to his thoughts.

"NO!"A voice called out from across the street. Sam looked, but no one was there.

Still shocked at what he did, he took his keys and went back into the motel room. He sat on the bed, buried his face in his hands and started to cry. RING…..RING… His cell phone startled him back into reality. He picked it up. "Hello?" Sam answered rubbing his eyes.

"Sam? This is dad… are you alright? You don't sound too good?"

"Oh no, I'm fine," Sam lied.

"Ok, that's good because I think I have a lead on the demon."

"Look, Dad, I'm really tired and I'm not in the mood right now."

"Not in the mood? Sam your coming wi…" Click. Sam hung up. He laid down and closed his eyes, hoping that it was all just a dream.

Sorry for such a short chapter, but I'll try to have more up soon.