Chapter 35

About two hours later; Sam, Dean, and Ruby arrived at Abigail's house in the Impala while Bobby followed close behind in his muscle car. It took so long for them to arrive because they took time out to prepare themselves.

The car ride there had been completely silent. Sam only stared ahead with a pensive and rage-filled stare that horrified Dean to the core.

When Dean pulled up to the house and cut the engine he turned his attention to Sam.

"You gonna be alright in there?" Dean asked nervously.

Sam nodded, "You will too." He reminded in a dangerous tone.

"Cute, guys." Ruby interjected with an eye-roll, "But can we get a move on?"

Sam shot Ruby a death-glare, and then got out of the car with Dean and Ruby following suit. They slammed their doors behind them, and walked over to the spot on the lawn where Bobby was standing.

"She knows we're here." Ruby informed seriously.

"I would be surprised if she didn't." Dean replied with a shrug.

"You got the knife?" Bobby asked Dean with a small nod.

Dean pulled it out of his waistband, and showed it to them before putting it back and covering it with his shirt and jacket.

"Alright," Sam said emotionlessly, "let's go."

With that, they all walked up the lawn toward the door. They let themselves into the house with Sam leading the way and Ruby bringing up the rear.

The first thing they saw that made all of them gasp except for Sam and Ruby was Clay standing in the middle of the living room with a sinister smirk plastered on his face as he looked toward Sam. Kneeling at his feet was Abigail with tears streaming down her blood-soaked face as she cradled her bleeding hand with the missing middle finger close to her chest.

"Hey Sam." Clay greeted, as if there was nothing astray in the room, as if everything was completely normal.

"What'd she do to you?" Sam demanded darkly.

Clay cocked his head as he stared deeply at Sam as if he were examining him. He then took in a deep breath and his smirk widened.

"You're stronger, Sam." Clay commented, "You and I are on the same playing field now, aren't we?"

Dean and Bobby looked at Sam curiously, but he didn't have the heart to look at them. He and Ruby just continued to stare at Clay.

"What did Lilith do to you?" Sam repeated furiously.

Clay shrugged, "Nothing that wasn't gonna happen anyway."

"It wouldn't have," Sam snapped, "If you'd have stuck with us."

"Now how was I gonna do that dad?" Clay said tauntingly. Sam ignored that this was in fact the first time Clay ever called him 'dad', he only wished it was under better circumstances, "You were gonna ditch me when you got Dean out of his deal!"

"Because I'm trying to protect you!" Sam defended, "I don't want you to have our lives! You'd be miserable!"

"I'll be miserable staying here!" Clay snapped back as he looked down at Abigail, "With this bitch that I don't even know."

Dean rolled his eyes and muttered, "Gimmie a break."

Clay's head snapped in Dean's direction, his face twisted with hate and rage, "What?"

"You sound like a whiney brat!" Dean snapped, "You go darkside because your daddy wants to protect you instead of cater to your every whim?"

Clay stuck his hand out, and grabbed Dean's throat with his mind. He held onto it tightly, adding more and more pressure until Dean finally lost consciousness and then collapsed to the ground. Clay stared up at Sam with black eyes, shining with pride.

That's when Sam lost it.

"Bobby, Ruby, get out of here." Sam warned darkly.

"No, what about Dean?" Bobby asked sounding horrified.

Sam turned to glare at Bobby. Bobby's breath caught in his throat when he saw Sam's eyes were now also black.

"Get out now!" Sam commanded, as he opened the front door with his mind and shoved them both out and then slammed the door shut before locking it.

Abigail looked up at Clay and Sam as Sam turned to face Clay with an angry black-eyed face, matching Clay's in every feature.

"Oh my God…" She whispered fearfully.

"Go ahead," Clay challenged, "use your abilities on me. Teach me a lesson."

Sam took in a deep breath and thought about this. Anger, hate, and betrayal pumped through his veins, just aching to ground this kid six feet under. But Sam found that he couldn't. Even though Clay assaulted Dean, Sam couldn't bring himself to harm his son.

Sam's eyes changed back to hazel as he calmed himself down.

"No," he said calmly.

Clay cocked his head with confusion, his face still angry and hateful, but his eyes turned back to their natural bright blue.

"Hit me." Clay offered teasingly.

"No."

"Hit me!" Clay repeated a little more loudly.

"Oh God," Abigail sobbed.

"No." Sam said again.

"HIT ME!" Clay screamed.

As Clay screamed, a harsh hurricane-like wind ripped through the room. The leather couch ripped in half and flipped itself upside down. The coffee table that was once in the middle of the room flew into the wall breaking into two pieces, one piece landed by the other wall, and the other catapulted into the dining room. The plasma TV on the wall fell onto the floor and broke upon impact.

As if that weren't enough, a loud crack was heard above all the destruction and Abigail's bloody, battered body collapsed at Clay's feet. Her blue eyes wide and unseeing as she looked up at Clay accusingly, her neck twisted in an awkward position.

This was Sam's vision. It hit him like the worst case of déjà vu. He quickly stuck out his hand, and telepathically held on to his unconscious brother. Clay would not be the end of Dean, and neither would Lilith, Sam would see to it.

Suddenly the wind stopped and everything became still. Sam looked over at Clay and saw that he was sweaty and pale, but looked just as threatening all the same.

Sam made a tough decision as he looked down at Abigail's dead body. He reached back into his waistband and pulled out his .45. He clicked the safety off, and pointed it at Clay's heart.

"You gonna kill me dad?" Clay asked teasingly. Sam looked down at Abigail's blood on his sons' shirt, and his heart clenched.

"I don't want to," Sam muttered as a tear escaped his eye, this was it, this was his vision. The moment he had feared since he first learned his son inherited his blood. It all came down to this.

Sam heard his heart pounding away in his ears as he aimed the gun toward Clay's chest; his seven year old sons' chest.

Sam huffed a deep breath and then clicked the safety off and tucked the gun back in his waistband. His eyes watched Clay sympathetically.

"You win, Clay." Sam whispered.

Clay cocked his head with confusion.

"You win," Sam repeated, "I'll let you come with Dean and I…but you gotta stop this."

Clay's eyes wandered to Dean's unconscious body, and then looked back up to Sam. He took in a deep breath.

"Please Clay; I don't want to fight with you like this!" Sam begged, "I want you to come with us. But I want you to have the best life possible, but you won't get that if you're with us on the road."

"How do you know that?" Clay snapped, "I tried the whole normal thing…for seven years I tried, and look at me. I'm the freak with no friends and no family. I have no one, Sam."

Sam shrugged and didn't say anything.

Anger suddenly flooded Clay's eyes, "Are you just saying that because I killed her?" He asked pointing to Abigail's dead body.

"No," Sam said simply, "I really do want you to come with us…but I know you won't be happy with the way we live."

Clay looked at Sam as if he were considering it for a moment, but didn't speak.

"You can come with us, Clay…just stop this…this, what you're doing…it's not the solution. This won't fix anything." Sam pleaded.

Dean groaned suddenly, and opened his eyes sluggishly. He looked over toward Sam curiously.

"Why can't…I…move?" Dean asked tiredly.

Sam rolled his eyes at Dean, and then released him.

Dean sat up slowly, and looked over at Clay. His breath caught in his throat as he watched the anger and hatred suddenly drain from Clay's face, but was soon replaced with sadness, fear, and remorse.

A tear slipped down Clay's face as he looked down at Abigail, "Sam…I-I killed her."

"I know," Sam replied tonelessly, "it's gonna hurt like hell for a while…Dean and I will help you along with that as much as we can…but you weren't you." Sam explained, "You need to forgive yourself."

"I'm so sorry!" Clay sobbed, "I listened to that demon! I know I shouldn't have listened to her, but she seemed like she knew me…she told me lies and I listened to her! I'm such an idiot! I'm so, so, so, sorry!"

Sam walked over to Clay and pulled him into a tight, loving, forgiving embrace. He was ready to put this whole mess behind them.

Suddenly, there was a sound of slow applause coming from the dining room. A little blonde girl wearing a white frilly dress appeared in the threshold between the living room and dining room with a satisfied grin plastered on her face.

"Good show boys," the little girl said happily as her blue eyes melted into milky white, "but I believe you have something that belongs to me." She teased as her head turned toward Dean.

There was a noise in the distance that sounded like dogs barking and howling. The sound sent chills up Sam's spine as he realized they were Hell Hounds.

Well...Clay's back. Haha. :D