A/N: Warning this chapter may contain feels. Well... Yeah... enjoy I guess...

Disclaimer: I (sadly) don't own Supernatural or Sherlock or this crossover would've happened by now.

Chapter 12

Sam was content with his new life which consisted of killing demons and binge drinking blood. As horrible as drinking blood sounds it made him stronger and much more powerful. In fact because of the demon blood he's been drinking he can kill demons with a single thought.

Even as Sam''s powers grew he still only had one objective. To save his sister. A month had passed and they hadn't so much as found a trace of Deanna. Ruby had told him to stop looking but Sam would never stop looking. Deanna was more than just his sister, she was his best friend too.

Sometimes Sam swore he could still hear her voice making sarcastic or snarky comments at demons wanting to kill her. It was odd though because the comments never really made sense to him. He'd hear her making comments like 'You white eyed bitch.' 'Is that the best you got?' And most commonly 'You son of a bitch!'

But what was even stranger than hearing his missing sister's voice was hearing the voice of a complete stranger. The voice he heard was a man's voice coated in a very thick accent that he couldn't place.

Every Night he had nightmares about what might be happening to Deanna. He would hear her screaming as a man (well actually a demon) with white eyes tortured her. It hurt him to watch but when he had those dreams there was no forcing himself to wake up. Ruby often had to shake him awake and he'd always wake up with tears in his eyes. If anyone had so much as laid one finger on his sister, they would pay.

As much as Sam hated the nightmares they did do something, everytime he had one it made him more determined to find Deanna and bring her back safe and sound.

Sam had to admit without his family his life had gone downhill pretty fast. But he stayed sane knowing that one day... one day his family would be whole again. That is what kept him strong and kept him fighting. The dream that one day his family would once again be whole.

Sam knew that the demon blood was changing him into something he didn't want to be, but it made him that much stronger. All the time he's been drinking the blood he's been changing, changing into the monsters that he fights. But there's one thing that's stopped him from becoming one. One thing that's kept him fighting on the right side.

Hope.

The hope that one day everything will be okay.

If only that was still a possibility.

He had broken his family even more when he abandoned them after Deanna's disappearance. He'd probably break it even more if he came back to it. They wouldn't understand why he drank the demon blood, they'd hate him for it. Which would be worse? Having a whole but broken family? Or just being alone?

Alone or whole but broken?

How do you decide? Sam knew that before Sherlock had met John he used to say that alone is what he had. Being alone protected him. But how is being alone protecting Sam? It's not. Sam knew John's response to the alone comment. John had told him that friend's protect people. Friends don't protect you, because you see the thing about friendship is one day it's going to end and all you're going to be is sad and alone.

Deanna would say that family protects you. Family. That one word which has a thousand meanings. Family, family should protect you and you should protect it. Family isn't necessarily supposed to make you happy. Family can make you sad, family can make you happy, family can make you angry. Family can make you kind. The most important thing about family is that no matter what happens nobody will ever be forgotten or left behind. Sam remembered back to Deanna's words from when they were kids and John and Sherlock were out on a hunt.

Sam had been complaining about how Sherlock and John weren't really his family. They weren't there for him when he needed them, they would always be hunting down what had killed Mary. Sherlock wasn't even related to him for goodness sake! To him Deanna was his only real family but Deanna had shook her head and told him...

'Are you under the impression that family is supposed to make you feel good? Supposed to make you an apple pie maybe? They're supposed to make you miserable that's why they're family! No family is perfect Sammy. No matter how hard we try to make it that way, it won't be. Family are the people that will accept you no matter who you are and they're the ones who'll do anything to make you smile. And no matter what they will love you. But just remember one thing about family Sammy, one very important thing. Family doesn't end with blood.'

Family doesn't end in blood. Sam smiled fondly as he remembered back to those words. Deanna had been right though, as she always was. John and Sherlock would do anything for him, they'd lay down their lives if they had to. Sam knew that while John, Sherlock and himself could all live in a Deanna-less world there was no way that she'd be able to live in a world without them. Family meant everything to her. She'd fight for it every step of the way.

So many times Deanna had fought to save her family, now it's Sam's turn. Sam smiled as he replayed her words once again in his head.

Just remember one thing about family Sammy, one very important thing. Family doesn't end with blood.

Sam and Ruby had followed a group of demons to London. Ruby had heard that they had information as to Deanna's whereabouts. Of course chasing a bunch of demons sounds like a good idea in your head but in reality it's anything but.

In the first five minutes of chasing the demons around London the tables had been turned and they were the ones being chased around London. Well more like Sam was, Ruby had, annoyingly enough, bailed on him because they both knew that there was no way that Sam's powers could take out all of them, there were 10 demons and only one Sam.

Sam did the only logical thing he could think of - he ran. He ran all around London. Through the tube stations, through tall buildings, through the streets but everywhere he ran to the demons would find him. As he ran through yet another tube station he realised he had no choice. He need backup.

He dialed John's number praying that he'd pick up. His prayers were answered when John answered the phone on the fourth ring.

"Dad?" He questioned.

"Sam?" Sam let out a sigh of relief at hearing John's voice. "Why are you calling?"

Sam looked back behind him to see if the demons were close. They were close, he was going to have to run again.

"I-I.." He panted into the phone as he ran "It's not safe for me to tell you they could hear me."

"Sam, just tell me one thing. Are you okay?" John asked worriedly.

Sam knew that he was far from okay. He didn't want to admit it but he knew that it was the truth.

"I don't think I am." He admitted pitifully.

"Where are you?"

Sam looked around to confirm if he was still in the tube station. He was. "A tube station in London, I can't tell which one."

"What are you doing in a tube station in London?"

'I had to get away!" Sam defended.

"Get away from what Sam?"

A hand grabbed Sam's wrist and he instantly knew he'd been caught by a demon.

"I can' talk right now. They're here."

Sam dropped the phone as two more demons appeared. The demon holding his wrist pulled his into a headlock but Sam was strong. He reached into his pocket and pulled out holy water and chucked it at the demon. It was startled enough to let Sam go. Sam ran to the train leaving hoping that he'd make it on before the demons. As he ran he could hear John's voice from the other side of the line "Sam!" He shouted.

Sam stepped onto the train and watched as the doors shut. For a second he thought he was safe, but then he remembered that demons can teleport. Great! But surely there was no way that they could kill him in public with all these people watching right? Right?

Sam didn't even know how long he'd been running for when his backup phone went off. All he knew was that it was dark now. He hurried to answer it but didn't stop running. Stopping would mean getting caught, getting caught would most likely mean getting killed. Well, unless he got backup.

"Hello?"

Sam heard a sigh of relief come from the other end of the phone. "Sam! You're okay."

"Okay isn't the word I'd use right now." Sam said sarcastically.

"At least you're alive. Look, Sherlock and I and in London now. Where are you?"

"Ummmm..."

Sam scanned his surroundings briefly looking for an indication as to where he was. He saw that he was passing Madame Tussauds.

"I just passed Madame Tussauds."

"Head to 221B. You'll be safe there. We have warding against demons."

"That warding is crap! It didn't do anything against Moriarty!"

"We fixed it."

"I'm going to trust you on this but if demons get in I'm blaming you!"

"Understandable. We'll be there soon."

"How soon?"

Sam heard the sound of muffled whispering coming from the other end of the phone.

"10 minutes?"

"See you then."

"You too. Oh and Sam..."

"What?"

"Stay safe."

Sam smiled as he hung up the phone. Stay safe. He'd sure try. Sam, who had been walking throughout the phonecall broke out into a run. He had 221B in his sights when the demons appeared. All over the street.

Turn back or keep going?

Somehow the plan to keep going won. Sam spotted a large crowd of tourists walking through Baker St. He slipped into the middle of the group fortunately undetected by the demons. He managed to sneak into 221B without being caught. He let out a sigh of relief as he sagged against the door. It's okay now, he's safe and sound inside 221B.

Safe and sound.

John and Sherlock arrived at 221B 20 minutes after the phonecall with Sam. Sherlock was about to barge into the building but John thought better of it and stopped him.

"We should knock."

Sherlock just nodded obviously not caring. John knocked on the door. When Sam eventually opened it he was greeted with a face full of holy water.

"Nice to see you too Sam."

"Sorry dad."

Sam handed him a towel to dry himself with. Before any of them could say another word a pack of demons burst through the door.

"Are you fucking kidding me?" Sam screamed in frustration. More demons. Great. He counted the demons, there were only four of them. His powers would work on four... probably. But he was scared. What would Sherlock and John think of his strange powers?

When the demons lunged for them Sam made up his mind. Better to be considered a freak than dead. Sam held up his hand and concentrated on the demons. Well not really the demons, the vessels really. He reached his consciousness into the space the demons had invaded and pushed the demons out. Once they were out he moved his hand towards the ground and the demons sank through the floor back into hell.

When the display was over Sam collapsed against a wall. John stared at him with an expression similar to a goldfish.

"John you're not a goldfish."

"What?"

"Your expression."

"But how can - He can! Wait... why aren't you freaking out?"

"He's obviously got some psychic abilities. This isn't really much of a surprise."

Sam looked over at Sherlock. "I'm a psychic?"

"No. You're something new entirely."

"That a good thing or a bad thing?"

"Depends on how you use it."

"Then it's going to be a good thing." Sam deadpanned.

"Glad to hear you say that."

That night while Sam was sleeping on the couch of 221B he began to toss and turn. It didn't take Sherlock Holmes to work out why he was tossing and turning. He was having a nightmare. But what Sam saw in his nightmare was horrific even with their lifestyle.

Sam's biggest fear besides clowns had always been for his sister. He wanted to keep her safe as much as she wanted him safe. Lately Sam had been avoiding sleep like the plague. Every night when he fell asleep he would have nightmares about Deanna being tortured, and they just seemed so real that it hurt.

Sam watched helplessly as Deanna was tortured. He listened to her pained screaming, heard her crying out for him. He just wished that somehow he could let her know that he was there and he was okay. But she was the farthest thing from okay.

Deanna looked even worse than she had in the last nightmare he'd had. Her hair was tattered with dried blood and sweat. It clung to the sides of her face like seaweed to a rock. He skin was black and blue all over from the many injuries she'd gotten. There was only one thing about this girl in front of him that told him that she was still his sister. Her eyes. Her beautiful fanfiction green eyes. Her eyes still had hope in them. She still had fight left in her.

A man came into the room. A man with white eyes. He smiled a wicked smile at her.

"Well, well, well Deanna. What do we have here?"

"Bite me!" She shot back but the words had no force behind them.

"That's not a very nice thing to say to me... after all we've been through."

"Why would I say nice things to you? You never say nice things to me."

"True. But I must say someones been a naughty little girl. Another escape attempt? Really? I thought you'd have learnt your lesson the last time around."

"You don't scare me."

"Oh but I think I do." The white eyed man walked up closer to Deanna. Her whole body stiffened but she had no reaction.

"You see Deanna underneath your rebellious attitude you're just a scared little child in need of help from mummy and daddy."

"I'm not scared of demons who think they're clever, bitch."

"Yes you are. You just hide it awfully well. I can read you like a book Deanna. You're afraid of me but you know what? there really are monsters lurking in the dark. Monsters coming to get you, and this time mummy and daddy won't be here to save you."

"They're coming for me."

"When Deanna? When are they coming for you? Face the facts you're going to be stuck here with me forever!"

"Do. Your. Worst." She spat at him.

The man smiled. "I was hoping you'd say that."

The man clicked his fingers and Deanna's body went stiff. Her eyes fell shut. Sam was confused. What had the man done to her? Did he just put her to sleep? Is that it? His thoughts were interrupted when Deanna began screaming. Her whole body was convulsing where she lay.

Sam ran up to her prone form worriedly. He knew there was nothing he could do to influence his horrible nightmare but for gods sake he had to try. Tears began leaking from Deanna's still shut eyes. Sam gently began stroking her hair like she did for him when he was upset. He knew that there was no way that she could feel the gesture but it made him feel better.

After what seemed like an eternity Deanna's eyes fluttered open. She stared into Sam's eyes for a second and he felt for sure that she knew he was there. But her gaze didn't stay on Sam for long.

"Deanna?"

"Sammy?" She said anxiously.

"Yes Deanna it's me. I'm here for you."

"You- you can't be here. Not my Sammy. No!"

She had been restrained but with an enormous amount of strength she broke free. Sam felt for sure that she was going to run up and hug him or punch him or do something. What she did was the last thing he'd ever expect to see her do.

Deanna pulled her knees up to her chest. She put her head down and wrapped her arms around her legs. "No. Sammy... Sammy can't... There's no way. Sam." She began rocking back and forth. Sam walked up to her and sat down at her level. He pulled her into a hug but she pushed him away.

"Get away from me!"

"Deanna calm down. It's me okay. It's Sammy."

"No! No! You can't be Sammy! Just get away from me... please?"

"Oh Deanna." Sam said sadly. He wanted more than anything to pull her into a hug again.

"Please." He heard her whimper. "I can't take it anymore. I can't take anymore pain. Please."

Sam stepped away. He knew that he'd begun crying but he wasn't about to stop himself. He just wanted to wake up. He wanted to wake up knowing that it was all a dream. But he couldn't force his eyes open. He felt a sudden feeling of relief as he noticed the nightmare begin to fade around him.

"Deanna, I promise you that you'll be okay. We'll find you."

Deanna nodded pitifully but Sam knew that she didn't really believe his words. Her eyes said it all. It was strange how fast it had all happened. Deanna's once bright, once hopeful eyes had turned into an abyss of nothing but pain and suffering. All the light had left her eyes leaving only darkness.

As the dream faded out of existence Sam noticed her mouthing three simple words. Three simple words. Those three words let him know that despite the broken shell his sister was still in there.

"Stay safe Sammy."

When Sam woke up he instantly felt much more relaxed. He'd only been dreaming, dreams can't harm anyone! If only Sam knew the truth. If only he knew why he continued to hear his sisters voice even though she was gone. If only he knew that his dreams weren't merely dreams.

Sam didn't know it but the white eyed demon was smiling with pure glee. He'd been trying so long to break Deanna and Sam had just unknowingly helped him. He practically did it for him.

Sam didn't know it but Deanna was in fact... broken.