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Chapter 60: All Hell Breaks Loose 1 Part 3

After we talked with Jake in the barn, things were really quiet between Sam and I. And it wasn't a comfortable silence either. I actually didn't understand comfortable silences. Was that just a definition for when it was quiet between two friends, a boyfriend, or family members? No, you were quiet for a reason. Something had interrupted the conversation and made it deathly quiet. There was no such thing as a comfortable silence.

Sam took my hand and I hopped off the wooden crate I had been sitting on. I grew dizzy for a moment but remained upright. Valid balance points Core.

Sam looked at Jake. "We're gonna turn in Jake. She needs some sleep." Jake nodded; seemed indifferent and kept bending and breaking metal bars. Sam looked at me then back at him. "You gonna be alright out here by yourself? I can send Andrew out."

Jake smirked. "Because Andrew can definitely save my life if it comes down to it."

"He just meant its better than being out here by yourself." I said softly, looking out the barn door. "You already came face to face with an Acheri; you don't know what else is out there. Believe me, even with Superman strength, you don't want to be alone."

He seemed to take that information in, like a sponge soaking up water. He nodded once after that. "I'll be in a few minutes. I just want to bend a few more of these." He shrugged as he dropped another broken piece of metal bar. "It's hard to explain but it's kind of relaxing."

I nodded. "Some people play golf, other people break metal with their bare hands." He smiled and I smirked softly. "Totally understandable."

"Just be in soon man, alright?" Sam asked as I started to walk towards the barn door. Jake looked back at me and I looked at the ground and then outside of the barn. The bright full moon shone out on the muddy ground, making it glow slightly.

I think Jake thought I was out of earshot, because he started to talk to Sam a little about me. What were these people's obsessions with Sam and me? "So, your girlfriend seems to be taking this well."

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Sam's eyebrows rise. "Girlfriend? Oh, Andy." He shook his head. "No, not my girlfriend. My brother's girlfriend, actually."

"Oh, sorry; didn't mean to step on any toes. It's just the way you are with her…"

Sam nodded and I could see the back of his neck tense. Glad I wasn't the only one who was annoyed with people. I mean, just because we were on this wasteland with no entertainment, didn't give the people the exact right to obsess about our personal business. For a moment I felt what celebrities probably felt most of the time. Invasion of personal space and business.

"I'm…" Sam chose his words carefully. "Protective of her. More because of my brother than anything. And I've known her since I was little. We all grew up together, watched each other's backs. So I guess it's because of my brother and habit, really."

Jake nodded, like he really understood Sam's life now. "Well, I'll see you inside."

Sam gave him a small smile and turned to look at me and walk. The moment he turned around his smile turned into an eye roll and I couldn't help but smirk as he walked up next to me and took my hand again.

"So, I guess you're like my second boyfriend now."

Sam chuckled. "I know, damn well seems that way right?"

"I had Andrew and Ava asking me the same thing." I sighed. "As I was just thinking, we're like celebrities or something. Everyone wanted to know if we were going out and who this baby belonged too."

Sam shook his head, like he was almost angry. Well, maybe not angry but definitely irritated. "Like it's their business."

"Maybe there's a weekly newsletter that goes out to everyone we know. Ya know, one every month like a magazine that informs people of our personal lives. They must have just got the issue on how we have a secret love." I joked and Sam laughed.

"And I was hoping no one would find out about that!"

I smirked as we got to the stairs and carefully walked up them, like our weight would crumple them like toothpicks. "Yeah, me neither. Dean would kick your ass."

Sam seemed to quiet around the conversation of Dean. Maybe he didn't like to remember the many run ins with Dean he had had when we found out Sam had the secret crush. Or maybe he just really missed and was worried about his brother. "Yeah, he definitely would."

He opened the door for me and I stepped over the salt line and into the living room, stepping over yet another one. So many salt lines everywhere. Covering the doors, windows and even around certain pieces of furniture. Couldn't be too careful I guess. Andrew looked up at me from the couch and Ava turned her head away from the views out the window.

"Jake…?" She asked, trailing off.

"He's fine." Sam assured, the tension going down at least 70 percent from that. "Coming back from the barn in a few minutes."

Andrew stood and I sat down carefully on the couch, letting out a huge sigh. "I'm starving." Andrew said and glanced at the kitchen.

"Me too." I mentioned quietly. "But I highly doubt there will be anything in there."

Sam sat next to me and ran his hand through my hair. "How's Riley?"

"Stirring. Either she's hungry too or..." I smirked softly and shook my head.

Sam smiled. "What?"

I licked my lower lip. "She misses Dean." I said with a small smile. I looked up at Sam. "She knows his voice. Remember, that one week that you and him insisted on going on another hunt that I had to stay with Bobby for?" Sam nodded and I could literally see the track go back in his head, like he was recalling it.

"Well, about three days after you guys left, she started moving more often. Even when I was sleeping. And she almost never does that. It was actually starting to make me nauseous and everything; she kept kicking and wouldn't stop except for really short periods of time." I smiled and ran a hand over my stomach. "But the moment Dean came back and came close to me. When he kissed me and said my name and then Riley's…she stopped fussing and was completely still. Calm." I looked down at my tummy. "Just like I am when Dean is around."

Sam swallowed. "Wow," He smirked softly. "Like mother, like daughter huh?" I nodded.

"So, I think she's realizing he's not here." I played with my shirt a little.

"I can find something in the kitchen. There has to be something. This town was abandoned a year or two ago. If I can find canned goods still in good condition, we may be able to eat." My stomach grumbled loudly at the thought.

"Very good plan."

"I make no promises though."

"Yeah, I know." I leaned close to him and placed my head on his shoulder, bringing my legs up on the couch, getting them into a comfortable position.

"Though, I can't do that if you're on my shoulder." He smirked.

I yawned. "Once again, I know. But I need a pillow and you're perfect for that." I closed my eyes and felt something being placed over my legs. When Sam thanked Andrew I knew he had placed his jacket over me and I smiled.

Sam put his arm over me and gently rubbed my shoulder. He kissed my forehead and I quickly drifted off to sleep; this nightmare leaving my frame of thought for just a little while.

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I jumped on top of the warm bed, Dean protesting as cheese curls fell out of the bowl on his lap. "Hey! Watch it, Core. I'm getting cheese dust all over my legs."

I smirked. "You're worried about cheese dust? You didn't seem so preoccupied yesterday when you were eating that chilly burger and sauce dripped all over your pants."

Dean frowned. "I was…caught up in the moment."

"You have moments when you're eating?" I looked up at him. "Remind me to leave you alone next time."

He threw a cheese curl at me as a small smile spread on his face and it bounced off my nose. I stuck my tongue out at him and found the curl on my lap and ate it. "Mmm, those are good." I sat up and leaned against the headboard next to him.

I tried putting my hand in the bowl but he pulled it to his right and out of my reach. "I know; that's why I bought them."

I glared playfully. "Don't act like paying for them is a claim of ownership. Its not like you earned the money that bought those cheese curls."

Dean looked at me for a moment. "True. But I did fill in the credit card form which got me the card."

I rolled my eyes and pulled my arm back. I crossed my arms over my stomach and pouted. "Fine, be that way."

He smiled and ate a few. "Come on, don't be that way."

"Be what way?" I asked, looking at the TV.

He leaned close and kissed my cheekbone. He then trailed his lips over my ear and whispered into it, making my spine shake. "All adorably pouty like that." He kissed behind my ear. "You know I can't deny you when you're like this."

I resisted smiling and looked at him, pecking his lips softly. "Oh really? I had no idea."

Dean smiled against my lips. "Right, I bet."

I pushed my lips against his and kissed him softly. My hand ran up behind his head and stroked his hair. My other hand crept across his lap and quickly stole the bowl.

"Ah! Victory!" I tried scrambling off the bed but Dean was quick and wrapped an arm around my waist, halting me. He chuckled as I collided back against his chest, the cheese curls falling out of the bowl and onto my lap.

"What was that about a victory?" He asked, kissing my neck.

I sighed and ate a few cheese curls. I took one out of the bowl and threw it back at him as he lifted his head. I smirked as I saw out of the corner of my eye that it hit him in the nose. It fell onto his lap but a small amount of cheese residue remained on his skin.

I turned all the way and set the bowl aside, snickering. "Aw baby. You looked like a duck."

He glared playfully at me. "How the hell do I look like a duck?"

"Because your nose is orange. It's like a beak!" I giggled and he shook his head, swiping his nose. "Wait," I stopped his hand. "I have a more efficient way of doing that." I sat closer and he smiled against my lips.

"Oh do you?"

I nodded and kissed his nose, my lips gently working against his skin to work the cheese off. I smiled as I pulled back, his nose clean.

"Better?"

He hooked his fingers under my chin and kissed my lips. "Much better."

He leaned up to fix the pillows behind him as I sat the bowl on the nightstand. I glanced at the TV as he laid back again and got comfortable. "What are you watching?"

He shrugged and looked for the remote. I handed it to him and he took it, flipping the channel. He placed one of my hands over his tummy and rubbed my knuckles.

"Uh, old basketball game. It's either that, a fuzzy channel or Spongebob Squarepants." He wrinkled his nose and I smirked, sitting closer. I ran my finger down the bridge of his nose and leaned down to lay next to him. He put his arm around me and pulled the cover over my legs as I curled into him.

"Mmm," He rubbed my shoulder. "I don't understand watching old games. They're old. They have no thrill."

He chuckled. "Babe, you don't have any thrill for new basketball games. I can't see how you'd understand why I watch old games."

I shrugged and smiled. "True." I rubbed his stomach softly. "I hate basketball games." I laced my fingers with his.

He smiled and kissed my head. "I know you do."

"We can watch something else. I think I still have those DVDs I snagged from the last motel."

"Movies?"

"Uhm, Day after Tomorrow and Interview with the Vampire, I think."

I nodded, growing sleepy all of a sudden. God Dean was soft and he smelled good. I just wanted to stay on him and sleep forever. "Brad Pitt and Tom Cruise are definite prospects." I yawned.

He smiled and swiped hair away from my face and kissed my forehead again. "Tired baby?" I nodded and closed my eyes. He brought the covers farther up and covered my shoulder. "Maybe you should get some sleep."

I smirked softly, drifting off to sleep. "You just want control over the remote."

Dean chuckled, his chest vibrating against my ear. "Right, I may go into power shock with my total control over three channels. Technically two since the picture won't even show up on the one of them."

I opened my eyes and smiled softly. As I turned my head a little to look at the TV, a man was standing in the corner. I jerked up in bed as his eyes glinted yellow.

"Hello, Andy."

"Fuck. Dean!" I looked at him, but he was completely still, watching TV. "Dean?"

"He can't hear you." I looked up at Yellow Eyes and backed up against the headboard and scrambled off the bed.

"I'm…I'm dreaming?"

"Dream within a dream, actually." I turned and saw my form was still in Dean's arms, asleep. Dean kissed my head and I felt tears in my eyes. Yellow Eyes came closer and I backed up just as he did so. "You have wonderful concentration, Andy. I had trouble getting into your dreams. Came and went in Sam's just perfectly. But you…"

"Sam?"

"You're a fighter."

"What the hell do you want from me?" I spat.

He smiled and tilted his head a little. He looked like a rapid dog, ready to pounce. His eyes glittered dangerously. Like a wolf eye's in the moonlight. "I want to make a deal with you."

I laughed. "You must be joking."

He smirked. "Do I look like the type of person to joke? Although," he looked down at his chest. I just now realized that his vessel was different from the last time I had seen him. God, how long ago was that? "I am wearing a comedian."

I backed up farther and ended up sitting right down on the other bed. He sat down next to me and suddenly I was frozen with fear. "I'm warning you, Andy. You don't make this deal with me right now, you're gonna wish every single day of your life that you had."

I glanced over at Dean as he smiled at the TV. I felt those pent up tears stream down my face. I looked down at my stomach, which wasn't pregnant in this dream sequence but still thought of Riley none the less.

"What do you want?"

He smiled at me, and I swear he suddenly had sharp teeth that could tear into my skin. "I have an army to raise for coming wars." I scrunched my eyebrows. "That's it. Work that into that pretty little head of yours."

"We're…all there in that ghost town to…" I looked up at him. "Kill eachother. You want us to compete?"

"Think of it as Survivor."

I grimaced. "But you said an army. Army of…"

"One solider. I only need one." I shook my head. "Though, I am willing to take a package deal."

"What the hell does that mean?" I snapped.

He smiled. "Such a temper. Undoubtedly like your fathers." I licked my lips and glared at him. "Don't you understand? That's why I visited you and Sam. You two are the only ones I care about."

I scoffed. "Wow, thanks so much. Do I get a special reward for that or something?"

"That's exactly what you get. See, I wanna give you two the inside track. You're tough. You're smart. You're well-trained, thanks to your daddies. You and Sammy; you two are my favorites."

"You…you ruined my life. Killed everyone I cared about."

He sighed. "Cost of doing business, I'm afraid. And I don't think that's true. Need I remind you that Dean, Sam and that precious baby of yours still have pulses?"

I swallowed roughly, making my throat burn; like I was trying to force sandpaper down. "You just want me and Sam? Not…"

"Your baby?" He smiled and swiped a hand over my stomach. I jerked away instinctively but he grabbed my arm and held it tight so I couldn't move. "I have plans for that little one as well."

"So why would I ever agree to this stupid deal of yours?"

"Because if you don't…Sam and Dean will die. Not by my hands of course. But they will."

I scoffed. "If it's not by your hands then what do I have to worry about?"

He bit his tongue, like he was angry or upset. Had someone side stepped him? Had better death plans for me and the Winchesters then he did? "Let's just say I know someone who does. And sooner or later, she will take care of Sam and Dean. Its just a matter of time…of planning."

I looked over at Dean and then back at Yellow Eyes. Even though it seemed so tempting, devil's fake promises and all, if I had learned anything from my father and John it was never make a deal. Never. Even if you're at your wit's end. Anything would be better than that.

"No." I said firmly. Surprisingly with my voice not shaking at all. "I will never make a deal with you."

He laughed. "And why not? Don't you trust me?" I said nothing. This was over. He wasn't swaying me. He then frowned, realizing that. "Nothing I can say will change your mind?" I just shook my head and he smiled softly. "It's your choice." He looked at Dean. "It's their funerals."

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I jolted up against Sam and looked around. Sam shifted in his sleep and opened his eyes. "Andy?" He asked groggily. "What's wrong?" I felt him raise his arm and rub his eyes.

"Dean?" My voice squeaked out, even though I knew for a fact he wasn't here.

Sam sat up all the way against the arm of the couch and looked at me. He pulled me to sit on his lap and wrapped his jacket tighter around me. He turned his head to yawn.

"Dean's not here." He responded softly, looking back at me. "What happened? You alright?"

I leaned my head against his chest. "Just a…really horrible dream." Horribly perfect up till Yellow Eyes interrupted it.

He rubbed my back and nodded, seeming to understand. I wondered if he was thinking the same thing; how Yellow Eyes had interrupted his sleep as well. I looked across the room and realized everyone was gone.

"Sam? Where is everyone?" I asked, trying to keep the panic down in my voice.

He looked around and frowned. "I…don't know." He gently sat me aside and got up off the couch. "Andrew!" He yelled and my heart rammed in my chest as I heard a dead silence that followed. "Ava!"

I heard pounding on the porch and Jake appeared in the room. I stood slowly. "Jake? Where is everyone?"

He shook his head and handed Sam a bar. He gripped his tightly in his hands and I could see the metal start to warp around his grasp. "I don't know. I fell asleep for a minute, I swear!"

"Its alright." Sam said tiredly, but trying to sound stronger. "We all drifted off."

"When I woke up, Ava and Andrew were gone. And I couldn't shake you two awake. You two are damn heavy sleepers." Sam and I looked at each other awkwardly. I think it was then we both knew we had been visited by Yellow Eyes and that it had something to do with the fact that Jake hadn't been able to wake us.

"Sorry." I mentioned softly. "But, you have no idea where they went?"

"No idea. Been screaming for them for twenty minutes." I heard something in the distance. It sounded like a male's voice and I shushed Jake for a moment.

"Hear that?" I looked at Sam and he nodded and took my hand, heading outside. Jake followed us out onto the porch.

"Hello?!" Whoever it was, they were freaked to hell. "Please! Is anyone out there! I…I need help!"

We went down the stairs and turned around the house, to the back of it. As we turned the corner to head down another row of houses, the person yelling slammed into Sam and knocked him down on his ass.

I gasped. "Oliver?"

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Sam looked at him for a very long moment before he picked himself up off the ground. "Oliver? Man, what the hell are you doing here?"

He winced and rubbed his back. "I have no idea! I woke up in the mud! I was…I don't understand!" He started to talk faster, freaking out. "I was at home, in my bed. What the hell is going on? Who's he?" He looked at Jake. "Where are we?!"

"Whoa, whoa, Oliver, calm down please?" I tried.

"Don't tell me what to do!" He yelled, more out of fear then anything.

"Don't talk to her like that." Sam said evenly. "Just…calm down. You need to do that or we can't figure out what's going on. Alright? So, take a few deep breaths."

He did what he was told, surprisingly, and took some deep calming breaths. He seemed slightly better after that. At least, he wasn't screaming or freaking out as much as before.

"Okay," I sighed. "So, we know how you got here. Where have you been?"

"He must have been knocked out for a while." Sam mused.

"I…I don't know. I was out; I just woke up a few minutes ago. I heard talking in one of the houses near by. And…" He winced. "God, screaming."

I frowned. "Screaming?"

"I went inside; to I don't know, get help or give help. Something. I needed to do something." I nodded and touched his arm, trying to comfort a little. "They…"

"Who?" Sam asked.

"A…a guy and a girl." Oh God. I looked at Sam. "They were dead. Insides torn out!"

I covered my mouth with my hand. "Sam…"

He shook his head, turning away for a moment. I heard him mutter 'damnit' and sigh loudly.

Wait, something else had just occurred. If Oliver was here…he was just like us. But I didn't understand. "Oliver…do you, this is going to sound odd, but do you have a special ability?"

He looked at me. "What are you talking about?" He was blocking.

Sam turned back around and took my hand. "She means that we all have them. That's…why we're here. It's a very long story and we don't really have time to go X-Files on you so just answer the question."

"I…you all have them?"

I nodded. "Sam and I have visions and Jake has super strength."

He looked at Jake and then back at me. "I…" His voice got lower as he talked. "I can astral project."

Wow. If the time hadn't been so dire I think I would have been gushing about that power. At least his was something physical. I was so tired of having nightmares that tried to kill me and headaches that made me wish I was dead.

"Why…?" My question died off quietly. There was no reason to ask why he hadn't told me. He probably thought he was going insane. Or thought we would think he was crazy. I scrunched my eyebrows and my thoughts suddenly went back to the day I met Oliver at the set in Hollywood and the other case that we had run into at the gas station by accident.

I tried getting to the door and jiggling the handle, but it wouldn't budge. I pounded on it and yelled for the counter guy, but it didn't surprise me that no one heard me. When a spirit wanted you, it had its ways of cutting of your ways for help.

The spirit wanted my baby.

I gripped my stomach, a shooting pain starting in my lower abdomen. I doubled over, bending at the waist and collapsed on my knees. Tears breached my eyes as I felt something warm and wet against my hands. I looked at my stomach and gasped as I pulled my hands back. I was bleeding. It was pooling around my shirt and getting against Dean's jacket. I screamed as I felt another slash across my stomach.

"Her name's Madeline. The guy with the knife was chasing her through the gas station."

'Madeline Swan was found dead in a local gas station bathroom. "Her stomach was torn open by three slashes across the stomach, newborn baby pulled and gone."

I looked at Sam and then back at Oliver. Oh my God. Could it seriously be all tied in? My life had taught me that there were no consequences and I trusted my gut instinct with my life.

"Oliver? Is your mother alive? There's another link between us."

He shook his head. "No…she died in child birth. Why?"

I squeezed Sam's hand hard. "Was her name Madeline?" Sam's eyes widened slightly.

Oliver sniffed. "How did you know that?"

"You didn't really come to my baby shower just to see me did you? It was…a check up." Sam backed up and pulled me along with him. We needed to go. We needed to go now. "You were checking up on me and the Winchesters for him!"

"Andy? What are you talking about? For who?"

"The demon that brought you up! Who cut you out of your mother?!"

He shook his head and looked at Sam. "God, Andy, you need help."

Sam hooked an arm around my waist and brought me behind him, shielding me. "Tell us the truth Oliver. How long have you been here?"

"I just told you! Sam you can't honestly believe…"

"You astral projected yourself to my baby shower. Didn't you! Dean was right to wary of you!"

He scoffed and shook his head. Then…he smiled. "Well…had you going for a little didn't I?" My mouth fell open and I gripped Sam's hand so tight I thought I was breaking his bones. "I have to hand it to you. You put that together a hell of a lot quicker then I thought you did. Azazel was right. You are special."

"You've been here since we left Hollywood, haven't you?" I asked quietly.

"Actually." He took his glasses off and tucked them in his pocket. "A lot, lot longer. Since I was born. Ever since I learned to get control of my powers. He helped me. Made me stronger. Made me a solider."

"Made you a killer. You killed Andrew and Ava." Sam accused and I felt tears pour out of my eyes.

He smirked. "They were easy pickings. Didn't put up much of a fight at all actually. People just keep showing up. Children, like us. Batches of three or four at a time."

"You killed them all?" My voice choked. Jake shifted and I looked at him. He seemed so confused, alarmed. No wonder he had been so quiet. I damn near forgot he was there.

He grinned at me. "I'm the undefeated heavyweight champ."

"How could you? You were… you seemed so…" I trailed off, wiping tears from my face.

Oliver frowned, stepping closer to me. Sam tensed and Oliver smiled, entertained. He looked at me with soft eyes, like he was trying to apologize to me. "You don't understand Andy. I had no choice. It was me or them. After a while, it was easy." He said with a shrug. He smiled. "It was even kind of fun. I just stopped fighting it."

"Fighting what?" Sam spat, obviously uncomfortable with how close Oliver was getting to us.

"Who we are. You two are just like me. If you just quit your hand-wringing and open yourself up, you have no idea what you can do."

"I think I'll stay clear of killing people. Innocent people, Oliver! Do you even hear yourself?" I asked, nearly hysteric.

"Innocent people?" He asked. "There is no such animal." He looked at me slowly as I saw Jake tense beside me. "Should have made that deal, Andy."

Jake suddenly pounced on Oliver. "Jake!" Sam screamed. But it was too late. Everything happened in an exact millisecond. One moment Oliver was there and then the next he wasn't. He was behind Jake. He wrapped his hands around Jake's head and snapped left. I gasped as I heard his bones crack and his body sink to the ground. Sam and I took off running.

I faintly heard Oliver before we bolted. "Four down. Two to go."

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Sam was basically tugging my arm out of my socket as we ran. I made my feet move faster as my one arm curled around my stomach as we ran. Other than my lungs screaming for air, them not used to sprinting since before I was pregnant, my stomach felt okay. Riley felt okay. Sam halted to a stop and looked around, listening. He looked through the woods, obviously seeing something. He stood in front of me and gripped my arms with his hands.

"You alright?" I nodded. "Riley?"

"She'll be okay." I looked down at my stomach and felt her move a little and felt like smiling. But the message didn't get to my brain and my mouth remained forlorn.

"Okay, this is a clearing. Look," I peered through the woods with him. "It's a way out. A road. You're gonna go through," I shook my head. "Get a car, get to Dean."

"No! Sam, I'm not leaving you here." I pulled on his shirt. "Why aren't you coming with me?"

"We can't just leave Oliver here, let him get away with anything. Let him stay alive, Andy."

I looked at him slowly. "You want revenge? What's wrong with you?!"

Sam sighed and looked me over. He kissed my forehead, his lips lingering for a long moment. "I'm sorry." He ran the other direction, getting the knife out of the back of his belt. I felt abandoned.

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I stood there for the longest time, feet planted. Everything was unmoving. I felt like I was in shock. I was alone. Sam was going after a psychopath with astral projection. He wasn't coming back. I felt like roots were coming out of my feet and securing me to the ground. Why couldn't I get myself to move? I could help, somehow. Do anything, something.

"Sam! Andy!" Dean; his voice a little far away. My feet instantly took off running, I went as fast as my legs could take me.

I twisted and turned through the rows of houses and nearly slipped in the mud four times. My legs were cramping and my stomach was starting to hurt from the jiggling my legs were causing because of the choppy running. But I couldn't stop my pace. Dean was here. And he could help Sam and everything would be okay. Everything.

I pit stopped as I saw Sam, who was calling out to Dean. Dean was sprinting towards him screaming Sam's name. And then out of no where Oliver appeared behind Sam, picking up the knife Sam had found earlier today. I knew why Dean was screaming.

"Sam! Look out!" I yelled as loud as I could. But before anything could be done, Oliver trusted the knife into Sam's back. "NO!"

I ran to him as he slumped to his knees and Oliver smiled at me and backed up. For some reason unknown to me I reached Sam before Dean did, but he was a few seconds behind. I ended up slipping on the mud and I landed harshly on my knees next to Sam, Oliver's projection disappeared the moment I got there. I held his body up as he groaned and leaned into me. Dean approached, nearly running us over and kneeled as well, taking Sam's face in his hands.

"Come here. Let me look at you." Dean said, his voice wide with panic. He put his hand around Sam's back and pressed on the wound. As he pulled his hand back it was entirely coated in blood. "It's not even that bad, all right? Sammy?"

"He's shaking." Was all I could manage to say. I stroked his hair. It took me a long while to realize that Sam wasn't shaking. I was. I was sobbing so hard my chest could have cracked open.

"I'm gonna take you care of you." Dean promised. His voice desperate. "God," His eyes filled with tears and they streamed down his face. "I've got you. That's my job, right? Watch out for my pain-in-the-ass little brother?"

"Sammy." I pushed my face into his neck and held onto him tightly, tears running down his skin and releasing the smell of vanilla against my face. "Please. Please." I felt his weak pulse against my nose.

Dean cradled Sam in his arms and rocked him a little. The pulse ended against my skin.

"Sam!"

Yellow Eyes was right.

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