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bia1007, Thanks for your review. I'm glad you like it.

SPNaddict, Well… I'm kinda depressed because of this story… I have absolutely no idea what to do… :D But hey… At least I'm still writing. Thanks for reviewing.

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Announcement come True

"Here… drink that." Dean sat down beside his tired, little brother, who was sitting crossed-legged on the couch, his body hugged in his own arms, holding tight. It was past is bedtime and Sam really wanted to sleep, but John had ordered that he and his brother had to stay awake, until he would arrive at home.

"Thanks." Sam took the cup with his trembling hands, leaning against his big brother. They had been alone for the whole day, but hadn't really talked, since Dean's breakdown. They both didn't need words to know that the other was equally scared.

"Ugh… Dean… that stinks." Sam complained, sniffing in the reek of the coffee in the cup. He didn't want to taste it, setting it down on the table. "I don't wanna drink that… I just wanna sleep." Too tired to keep his eyes open any longer, the boy laid his head against his brother's shoulder, closing his eyes.

"Uh-uh… forget it." Dean pinched his brother's side ungentle. Sam shot upright, glaring at his brother with teary eyes… he was so tired.

"Dean" he whined. "I'm tired… please…"

"Come on, buddy… please drink that. It's gonna help." Dean gently nudged Sam's arm and handed him the cup again. "You need sugar or milk… or… something?"

"Yes… I think I need some sugar." Sam grunted. Dean smiled affectionately, taking a sip from his own, black coffee. Sammy would sooner or later get used to that.

"Uhm Sammy… do you want caries?" Questioned Dean, when Sam let the sixth sugar cube fall into the cup.

"I want it sweet." Sam explained, before he took a little sip. "Ugh…" he made a face. "Dean… how can you drink that? It's horrible."

"Of course it's horrible when you make it so damn sweet." Chuckled Dean. "Come on, stand up… let's take a walk around to porch before we're gonna fall asleep here." Sam nodded.

"Sammy" Dean shook his head, admonishing, when Sam set his cup into the sink.

"You can't make me drink that…" Sam smirked up to his brother, standing right in front of him. Dean glared back down.

On the porch outside, Sam shifted from one leg to the other, feeling cold in the night air, a freezing breeze made him shiver. "You're cold?" asked Dean, getting out of his jacket to trap it around his brother's shoulders.

"Thanks…" Sam took the sleeves of the jacket and tucked them closer around himself, feeling comfortable in the warmth and the used smell.

For a while they stood beside each other, taking in deep breaths.

"Dean…" Sam began, standing close to his brother to absorb at least a bit heat, Dean didn't mind, he also kept an arm around Sam's shoulder. "… what is the plan… what are we supposed to do?"

"Hoping that Bobby's right with his theory." Dean squeezed Sam's shoulder, hugging him closer, when he suddenly felt that Sam went limp beneath his grip.

"Sammy… are you okay?" Dean asked worried, lowering them both to the ground. "Sammy… Sammy… Sam!" He patted Sam's cheek fanatically, when Sam began to cough blood, eyes fluttering. "No! Sam… God… HELP." He shouted the last part, when he realized that Sam was fainting.

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"Stay close Nika… I'm not gonna repeat myself again." John hissed, turning around a little to look at the man behind him.

"Well… you've said that the last three times… you're not very credible. You can talk to your kids like that… but not with me." Nika smirked, but didn't see that blow come that landed on his jaw. "Ouch" He hissed taken aback.

"That was good." John smirked at Nika, patting Nika's shoulder. "Let's go."

The two men slowly made their way up the stairs of the church, which Bobby had told them that the Sandman was possibly hiding in. It was cold and windy in the building, the floorboards creaking.

"I've already seen you." The voice from the top of the stairs startled both men. "So… hasn't your son told you that you should give up?" The Sandman snarled, watching John and Nika, who climbed up the stairs further.

"And I'm telling you to let go of my sons." John rounded the Sandman, who was giving him a smug smile.

"Not really interested." The man shrugged, turning around and walked over to the organ, which was on that floor. "And since you and your boys aren't listening to me… I'm gonna make my announcement come true. You wanna join me, killing your son?" He smirked back at John over his shoulder. "You know… I also can make people sleep."

With that John was flying against the wall, being pressed against the wall beside Nika by an invisible force. Nika beside him was breathing hard and glaring.

"No… don't you dare" shouted John.

"You think you're really in the position to threat me?" The Sandman laughed. "Think again."

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"Sammy… come on Buddy… don't do this to me…" Dean's face was wet with tears and cold sweat. "Oh god…"

Sam was trembling, his eyes squeezed shut, because of the pain. He was coughing blood again.

"Fuck… Sam…" Dean held Sam close, when his brother shot upright, curling into himself, stopping breathing. The older boy knew, as soon as Sam was okay again, he would kill somebody or something… or he would puke…

Well… if Sam would be okay again.

This thought brought tears to his eyes. "Please Sammy!" He begged, pulling Sam on his lap, rocking him slightly.

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John tried to squirm, but he was pinned, he could just watch the Sandman utter incantation. Sammy he thought. He was feeling like he was gonna be sick. "No" he pleaded.

Suddenly everything happened very fast. Nika, who had somehow managed to get free out off the invisible grip, lunged himself at the man… monster.

They both landed against the organ and in an instant the room was filled from a horrible loud sound. John covered his ears.

Wait a second… he covered his ears?

Realizing that he was free again, he headed to the fighting men to help Nika, who was battling the Sandman relentless.

A punch landed in John's stomach, not really sure who had hit him, too fast the two others.

"Nika… no!" He screamed, getting what the man was about to do.

"You know how you can be killed?" Nika asked the Sandman with a haughty grin. Both of them were bleeding, hard-breathing and wedged in each other. The Sandman, who was for the moment caught of guard, screamed when Nika pushed.

Glass burst.

And John was alone in the room, running to the window, looking down to the street.

Nika was laying on the ground a few inches away from the Sandman.

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"Sammy" Dean sobbed, when his little brother suddenly went limp in his arms, not breathing anymore. "No… no… no… no… please… Sammy." He couldn't believe it… that was so wrong.

Weeping into his brother's soft hair, he just wanted to die.

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