"You found him?"
Castiel nodded, though his face was hard and even a little bit scared.
Sam raised an eyebrow. "Well, what's the matter then?"
"I…" Cas tried to find the words, but it was harder than he thought. "I don't think that we'll be able to reach him alive."
It was, as if someone had pierced a knife through his heart. "Do you mean… We'll be dead before we reach him or he'll be dead before we reach him?"
Castiel held Sam's gaze. "Both."
It was, as if there was a deep hole in Sam's head. Everything twisted, he seemed to lose his balance and fell to the floor. He was able to spread out his arms though, so he landed on them, panting for air.
"Sam…"
"No", Sam answered shaking his head. "No, Cas. Take me to him."
The angel made a sound that was neither human, nor enochian – Sam could tell.
The Winchester looked up to him. "It's Dean, Castiel. Dean Winchester. My brother. Your best friend. I'm begging you."
Dean tried to shoot the car but it was really fast.
Sam realized how horrible he was. He couldn't shoot correctly and if he really got to shoot, he forgot the recoil.
He really was a crappy shot.
"Sam!", Dean yelled, as he pushed his little brother out of the way. The ghost got over him again, trying to eat him and Sam was paralyzed for a moment. He pulled himself together soon and shot the car.
He hit the target and the ghost vanished.
Dean got to his feet and ran towards his little brother. "Good shot, Sammy! Now, back to the motel, hurry up!"
They sprinted to their room in the motel and did everything again: salt in front of the now broken windows, the door and around Sam's bed. But this time they both sat on it, while Dean called their father.
"Dad?", Dean asked and sighed in relief. "Yeah, it's me. Listen, Sam and me, we have some problems with a ghost here and –"
Suddenly it was quiet.
Sam kept staring at his older brother, but he just sat there, mouth wide open, staring at nothing. "… Dean?", the younger Winchester asked carefully. "Dean, what is it…?"
Fear. There, on Dean's face. Fear. Nothing, but fear. He threw the phone across the room and held his head afterwards. Meanwhile he rocked his body back and forth. "Make it stop…", he whispered all the time. "Make it stop…"
That was enough to give Sam the creeps. "Dean, what is happening?!"
But Dean didn't answer. He did nothing. He just sat there, rocking himself back and forth, trying to keep the tears from dripping, holding his head, as if there was someone in his brain.
No, not someone, Sam told himself. Something!
"Dean, you have to listen to me!", Sam yelled, grabbing his brothers hands. He didn't stop acting like a madman. Sam didn't expected him to. "No, really, Dean, please, please look at me!"
"Make it stop… Please…", he kept pleading.
Sam pushed forward and hugged his older brother. "Listen to me. All my life you protected me. Now it's my job to protect you."
Still no answer from the older Winchester, but he seemed to get calmer now.
"It's alright", Sam said. "It won't do anything bad anymore to you, Dean."
It felt awkward, telling him exactly the same, as Dean always told him, when he was scared. But it seemed to work, so Sam just kept going.
"Please… Make it stop…" Dean swallowed the tears. "Make it stop, Sammy."
Now Sam was the one to keep himself from crying. Dean wanted his help. Dean, the strong Dean Winchester needed his little brother's help.
He almost got Dean calm. Almost. But that was the moment it happened. Never has Sam been more scared in his whole life.
Suddenly the car crashed into the house, running over both brothers at once.
Sam was lucky. Dean not so much.
Because it was always about saving Sam, wasn't it? If it weren't for Dean, jumping right in front of Sam in the right time, he would be dead.
Then everything happened too fast. The car drove over them, Dean being unconscious and Sam with a broken arm. The ghost made itself ready for attacking. But there was a shot.
John.
"We're here", Castiel said, while they were standing in front of an old warehouse.
Sam looked at him. "He's in there, you say?"
Cas nodded. "He's in there."
For a brief moment, Sam hesitated. He wanted to get inside, hell, he needed to get inside! But what about Castiel? He couldn't just take him with him. It would get dangerous and he didn't need Dean's words to come true. He didn't need a dead angel. Mostly not if that dead angel was Cas. "I'm going in."
As Sam started walking, Castiel followed him.
"No, Cas. I'm going in on my own", Sam explained. "You wait here for Dean and me to get out. I'm sure we'll need you then."
Castiel shook his head. "No, I'm coming with you, Sam. It's dangerous in there and you could get hurt."
This made Sam think. Was Castiel really that worried about him? Or was it just about Dean? The Winchester boy wasn't sure, but he didn't really care anyway. He was just really grateful.
"No, I'm going in, you stay out, understood, Clarence?"
This made Cas stop in mid-move.
A grin growing on his face, Sam practically ran into the warehouse, ready to kill everyone who would get in his way. What he did. Walking, killing, sneaking, killing, hiding, killing…
That was, when he finally made it to the basement. If Castiel is right, he must be in that basement. And if he's right… Well…
Sam is probably going to die.
But that was not of importance. Not at all.
Quietly he opened the door to the basement and slipped in. He sneaked around, looking for a trace of his brother, when he suddenly heard his voice.
"You want to eat me? Do it, you son of a bitch."
Sam closed his eyes. He's still able to be cheeky. That's a good sign, isn't it?
But after he heard his brother cry out in pain, he overthought that again.
"Ahahaha", made Dean and Sam could hear him kicking something. "I'm gonna get outta here and I'm gonna finish what my dad wasn't able to do. I promise you, you disgusting brat."
Another cry filled with pain ran through the basement.
Sam was close to run to his brother, when something hit him and he fell to the ground. No, not again, not now!, Sam screamed in his head before his vision went black again, followed by the screams of his brother.