A/N: Thank you for all the support! Only two more chapters! The I can get started on the sequel, huh? Haha. Anyway, I hope you keep reading and enjoy. And remember, reviews are loved.

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CHAPTER FIFTEEN: HALLUCINATIONS

Sam met Ruby outside the warehouse. He wrapped his arm around her waist and drug her inside, slamming her into the wall. "She killed her! She killed Abbey, Ruby! There's one seal left!" He grabbed her wrist and slammed it against the wall, holding it there. "We need to stop her, Ruby." He pulled the knife out of her pant leg, slicing her forearm, instantly covering the wound with his mouth and drinking deep.

Ruby gasped, surprised by how rough Sam was being. He had never been so forceful before. She smiled, realizing that she had Sam right where she wanted him. "Sam," she gasped, "baby, I don't have enough blood to give you. Not enough that you need. Enough to kill Lilith." She looked into his eyes as he pulled away. "But I know someone who does."

Sam smiled. "Take me. I want it. Need it. Lilith has to die."

"Wait," Ruby ordered. "All in good time." She suddenly changed their positions, pinning Sam to the wall, now. "I want something from you, first." Quickly, she moved closer to Sam, capturing his mouth with hers. "Mmmm..." she moaned. "Sam, I want you."

Sam gently pushed her away, holding her at arms length. He looked into her dark brown eyes. "If I do this...then can we stop Lilith? No questions asked? No more waiting. Just stopping?"

"Of course, Sam," Ruby smiled.

Sam closed his eyes and sighed, nodding his approval. He pulled her into him, capturing her lips in a hard kiss. Roughly, he pushed her to the bed, throwing her down on it and crawling on top of her, straddling her hips. He closed his eyes, hating himself for what he was doing as he allowed Ruby to unbutton his shirt. He flipped them over, forcing Ruby on top of him. Then, he lay there and let her have her way with him.

Dean slowly got out of the car, walking to the motel. Once inside, he saw Flare laying on the floor, sobbing. He kneeled down next to her. "Hey, it's going to be okay," he promised. "She's at peace now."

Flare looked up at him, her cheeks stained with tears. "I'm alone," she cried. "My family's gone." Dean pulled her into a brotherly hug. "I'm all alone," she cried into his shoulder.

He looked at her as she sobbed into his leather clad shoulder. "Flare," he whispered forcefully. "There is more than one type of family." Once Dean had Flare calmed down, he stood up. "I'm going to find Sammy," he informed her.

"I'll come, too," she said, standing. "I can track better on foot, so just follow me in the Impala." Dean nodded, closing the motel door behind him.

Sam pulled himself from the bed, the blanket falling from him, leaving him naked and exposed in the middle of the room. "I'm going to take a shower. When I come back...you'll give me what I need. And then we'll kill Lilith." Before Ruby answered, Sam walked to the bathroom, turning on the water as hot as he could stand it and stepping under it. He felt dirty; gross; used. He wanted to wash Ruby's hands away from his body, but no matter how hard he scrubbed, he couldn't get the feeling to go away.

When he finally got out of the shower, there was a woman tied to the end table. Once Ruby saw Sam, she sliced the woman's forearm open. "Drain her, Sam. And then you''ll be ready."

Sam walked over to the woman, and kneeled down in front of her. He stared into her black eyes, like he was teasing his prey. Slowly, he lapped the blood that was dripping from the wound, preparing to devour all of this demon's life force.

Suddenly, Flare burst through the warehouse door, Dean right behind her. Dean looked at Sam, shocked. "What the hell is going on?!" he yelled.

Quickly, Sam jumped to his feet. If he wouldn't have grabbed his towel, it would have fallen right off his body. "Dean, it's not what it looks like," Sam tried to explain.

"Not what it looks like?!" Dean yelled, crossing his arms. "You're drinking demon blood!"

"I-I trusted you, Sam," Flare whispered. "I didn't tell Dean about this because you said you wanted to quit. Wanted to get help."

Dean looked at Flare, then back at Sam. "Get some clothes on, Sam, we're leaving."

"No, Dean," Sam protested, grabbing his pants and pulling them on. "I need this. It helps me get stronger. It's going to help me kill Lilith. I can't stop now."

"Sam, now!" Dean yelled.

"Sammy, please," Flare begged.

Sam grit his teeth. This wasn't fair. It was two against one. Ruby had split the second she saw Dean. Reluctantly, he grabbed his shirt and walked out the door, not caring if Dean and Flare were following. He got into the front seat of the Impala, making sure he slammed the door to let Dean know how upset he was.

Dean got into the driver's seat and Flare got into the back. She looked out the window, tears rolling down her cheeks. Sam sat in the passenger seat, biting his bottom lip. He was biting it so hard that it began to bleed, but he didn't care, he just continued to gnaw at it, sucking the blood into his mouth and drinking it like he had done with Ruby's. He looked over at Dean. "You're mad," he stated the obvious.

"You think?" Dean growled.

Flare looked at Sam, noticing he was bleeding. "Here," she said, offering him a tissue. "You're bleeding."

Sam took the tissue and wiped his lip. "Don't be mad at me, Dean. I did what I had to do. Lilith killed Abbey. Are you telling me you wouldn't have done the same thing if you were in my position? If this was the only way to kill Lilith? You wouldn't drink Ruby's blood?"

Dean thought for a second. "No, I wouldn't. I loved Abbey, but I wouldn't stoop to that level, Sam." He shook his head, fighting the tears that were stinging his eyes. "And you, Flare! What the hell were you thinking not telling me about this?!"

"I was just--" she began.

"Leave her alone, Dean," Sam interjected. "I told her not to tell you. Because I knew you wouldn't understand."

"You're damn right I wouldn't understand!" Dean shouted. He turned his attention to Flare. "Once we get to Bobby's, I don't want to see your face again."

Sam shook his head. "Shut the hell up, Dean!" he ordered. "Flare's my girlfriend and I want to see her again. Just because you couldn't protect Abbey, doesn't mean you're going to stop me from keeping Flare in my life." He looked back at Flare. "Don't listen to a damn thing he says," Sam told her, looking back at Dean. "He thinks he's the boss, but he's not!"

Dean shook his head. "She's not human, Sam. She's a thing! We kill her kind!"

Sam closed his eyes, annoyed by Dean's stupidity. "We've never killed forest elves before, Dean. And besides, Abbey had demon blood in her. And so do I. Do you want to kill me, Dean?"

Dean closed his eyes, shaking his head. "No, I don't, Sam." He glanced to the right, seeing a forest. Slamming on the breaks, he looked at Flare. "Get out."

"But I--" Flare started.

"Now!" Dean yelled, cutting her off. Flare swung the door open, getting out and slamming it closed once more. "If I see you again," Dean warned, "I will end you."

"Dean!" Sam protested. "No, Flare, get back in the car, now!"

"I-I don't want to come between you and your brother," Flare whimpered.

"You won't," Sam promised. "Dean's just being a hot-headed jerk. If he really wanted you gone he would have drove away by now. Ge back in."

Flare looked at Dean, noticing he had tears in his eyes. "Get in," Dean ordered, a tear trickling down his cheek. Flare did as she was told.

Once she was situated, she leaned forward towards Sam. "Sam, could you sit back here?"

Sam climbed out of the passenger seat, slamming the door behind him. Then, he climbed into the back, staring out the window once more, silent as Dean began to drive. Meanwhile, Flare glanced at Sam, frowning at his silence and mood.

Sam closed his eyes, thinking about how much he needed to get back to Ruby. He felt Flare touch his arm lightly, and he fought the urge to shrug her hand away, not feeling worthy of her concern right now. However, he didn't want to upset her. Finally he thought as they pulled up beside Bobby's house. He practically got out of the car while it was still moving. He waited for Dean to lead the way inside.

Dean knocked on the door. "Bobby, it's us. Open up." As they waited for Bobby to answer the door, Sam closed his eyes, wishing Ruby was here with him to give him what he needed. He had given her what she wanted, and she hadn't paid him back. That bitch.

"Hey," Flare whispered, looking into Sam's eyes, "it's going to be okay."

"I'm not worried," Sam assured her. "Just tired."

Finally, Bobby pulled the door open. "Hey!" he greeted. "Well, get in here, ya idjits, I don't got all day." He gave Dean a knowing glance as he passed him. They had a plan for Sam. They walked inside, greeting Bobby with large smiles.

Flare looked around the room, amazed by how many books Bobby had in his collection. "Wow," she mumbled.

Bobby looked at her and smiled. "I know, I have quite the collection." Again, he looked at Dean, waiting for the signal. "Just don't touch anything, missy. They're all in order."

"Yeah, okay," Flare smiled.

Dean looked at Sam, sadness etched into his handsomely rugged features. Looking at Bobby, his eyes growing even more sad if possible, he nodded.

Seeing the signal, Bobby grabbed one of Sam's arms, Dean grabbing the other, and they drug him downstairs. All the while he was kicking and screaming. "What are you doing?!" Sam demanded. "Dean! Bobby! Let me go!"

"We're doing this for your own good, boy," Bobby answered, shoving him into his panic room and slamming the door. He looked over at Dean, and the hurt in his eyes broke Bobby's heart.

Hearing Sam yelling, Flare quickly turned around. She ran down the steps, following Dean and Bobby. "What's going on?" she demanded.

"Go upstairs," Dean ordered.

"No!" Flare objected.

Sam beat on the door. "Let me out of here!" he yelled. "Dean! Dean, please! I'm sorry about the demon blood, I'll stop, I promise! Dean!"

Flare looked at Bobby and then Dean. "You locked him in there?" she asked, shocked.

Dean couldn't meet her gaze. "It's for his own good," he mumbled, almost as if he were telling himself. He turned to the stairs and walked back up, leaving Flare and Bobby alone.

"Dean!" Sam continued to yell.

Bobby shook his head, feeling sorry for Sam. "It's best if we go upstairs," he said to Flare, leading her up the steps.

"No, I'm staying down here," Flare said pushing past Bobby. "You can trust me with him." She sat down on the floor, her back pressed against the safe door.

"If you let him out," Bobby started, "you'll have to deal with Dean." He turned, walking up the stairs. Once he reached the top, he looked at Dean. "How are you holding up, Dean?"

Finally, Sam stopped beating on the door. He sank to the floor, tears staining his cheeks. "Dean, please," he whispered. "I'm sorry."

Dean glanced at Bobby then back out the window. "Fine."

Sam felt like he had been in this room for hours. Alone. He cowered in the corner of the safe room. Suddenly, he saw Lilith. "Dean!" he screamed. "Dean, help! Lilith is here!" He tried to crawl closer to the wall, but he was as close as he could possibly get. "Dean! Please, help me!" Sam didn't understand why his brother wasn't helping him. Had he really been that upset about the demon blood?

"Sammy," Flare begged, "it's all in your head. Please, pull through."

Sam closed his eyes tightly, telling himself Lilith wasn't actually there. When he opened his eyes, she was gone.

Flare took off the necklace her mother gave her and pushed it under the safe room door, thinking something of hers would calm him. He didn't even notice it he was so far gone.

"Are you sure?" Bobby asked, knowing seeing Sam like this was tearing him apart. "It's okay to admit you're not holding up very well. I mean, it's Sam." He closed his eyes and fought the urge to throw his hands over his ears as he heard Sam screaming for Dean. Dean stayed silent, tears rolling down his cheeks. Bobby looked away, unable to bear Dean's tears.

Sam had been silent for almost an hour, and Bobby was beginning to get worried. He looked at Dean. "Do you think he's okay down there?" he asked, fearing Flare may have let him out and they had run off.

Sam opened his eyes, seeing Dean standing in the doorway. "Dean?" he asked. "Oh, thank God. Are you letting me out now?"

"No, Sammy," Dean answered, glaring at him. "We need to talk."

"Dean?"

Dean walked closer. "You were drinking blood, and you didn't tell me. You kept it a secret from me. Your own brother."

"I know, Dean. I'm sorry. I just didn't want you to think--"

"Didn't want me to think what, Sam? That you're a monster?" Sam lowered his head, ashamed. "Because that's what you are, Sam."

Sam looked back up at Dean. "Dean..."

"You're sick! You're a vampire, Sam!" Sam shook his head, tears stinging his eyes. "And I know what I have to do."

Sam jumped back, slamming his body into the wall as he saw Dean pull a mean looking knife out of his waistband. "Dean, what are you doing?"

"You're a monster, Sammy. And I kill monsters." he rushed Sam, ready to attack.

Sam grabbed Dean's wrists, holding the knife away from his throat. "Dean, no! Dean, stop! I'm your brother! You don't want to kill me! Dean, please!"

Bobby looked at the stairs, wondering what Sam was talking about.

Dean looked at Bobby. "He must be hallucinating," he mumbled. "Dammit, Sammy!" Again, he looked at Bobby. "How long is this going to be going on?"

Bobby shook his head. "I don't know, Dean. Maybe you should go talk to him. Try to get through to him. He keeps yelling for you."

Sam suddenly realized that Dean wasn't actually in the room. Faintly, he heard Flare's voice outside the door. "Flare? Are you out there?"

Flare looked up. "Yes, Sammy, I haven't left since they put you in here."

"Flare, let me out, please," Sam begged. "I don't belong in here. We have to go stop Lilith. Flare, baby, please."

Flare stayed quiet for a moment "I can't, Sammy. Dean and Bobby will kill me."

Sam slammed his fist into the door again. "Why?! I thought you loved me! You lied!" More tears stained his cheeks. "Dean! Dean!" he screamed, wanting his brother more now than he ever thought possible. "Dean, please! I need you!"

"I do love you, Sammy. More than anything."

"Don't lie to me!" Sam yelled. He took a few deep, calming breaths. "Go get Dean. I want my brother." He closed his eyes. "Please?"

Flare looked at the ground. "Fine," she said slowly walking upstairs. "Dean, Sam wants to talk," she mumbled, her voice full of sadness.

Dean nodded and walked down the stairs. "What, Sam?"