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Left to die

"Dean…" Sam whispered terrified, fisting Dean's shirt with both hands, he was trembling, his eyes fixed on the Satyolatos.

Dean held his arm in front of his brother's chest, pressing him against the wall in a protective manner. "Where is Bobby?" Dean asked, his voice uneven. It was an unwritten law that with Bobby in the house nothing would happen to them.

"No idea… if he's still alive he's with your dad… at least that was remained of your daddy…" The man laughed joylessly, stepping closer to the bed. Dean trembled with fear. He was scared for Sam and to be honest he was scared for his dad, Bobby, Nika and himself, too.

"Okay… you two are cute and all this… but boring… so I'm gonna do my work, so my master can finally do hers."

"Leave my brother alone, he didn't do anything." Dean tried, the fear obvious in his voice.

"Stop begging, it doesn't suits you and your father wouldn't want it… well…" The monster stated.

"Stop talking about my dad." Dean clenched his fists.

The Satyolatos tossed him an evil smirk, before he gripped one arm of each of the boys.

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Dean felt like he had hit his head hard, when he opened his eyes. Groaning in pain, Dean closed them again quickly. He couldn't see anyway, his vision blurred. He buried his head deep into his hands, feeling the cold floor beneath him.

Taking a deep breath, he realized that something was pressed against his chest, and something else against his head.

The youth stirred when the thing on his head began to move… apparently a thumb brushed against his forehead, once… twice…

"Are you awake, Dean?" A deep voice made Dean shot upright. His eyes immediately fixed onto his father's pale and scratched face. John lifted his hand, cupping Dean's cheek, smiling a little. Dean wasn't able to say anything, gasping for breath.

"Da-" Dean bit his lip, before the sob, which was trapped in his throat, could escape. He looked down ashamed, just to see his brother laying between him and his father, sleeping nearly peacefully under his father's arm.

"How are you feeling, tiger?" John asked gently, lifting Dean's head again, forcing him to meet his eyes.

"I'm so sorry… I…" Dean tried to apologize for anything that just happened, one tear escaping his eye. John shook his head, wiping the tear away, shutting his son up.

"You did well, Dean. That thing is immortal, there's nothing you could have done about it. But Sam told me that you cared for him." John assured with a kind smile that didn't reach his eyes, finally letting go of Dean's face.

"Sam was awake? How long have I been out?" Dean asked, moving so he was kneeling in front of Sam, a hand on his brother's head.

"Uhm… you two are here for about one hour… Sam was awake for ten minutes…" John ran a hand through his hair. "You two haven't slept to much, have you?" John watched his older son carefully.

"Well… Bobby sent us to bed… and… Bobby… oh my… Dad… Bobby… is…" Dean stammered.

"Bobby's here…" John's voice changed again, now fear was obviously. Dean looked up. The room was to dark to see anything that was out of the reach of the candle-light.

"Where is he?" Dean asked anxiously. "He is alive… is he?"

"Yeah…" John nodded, covering his eyes with his hands. "I think a rip is broken… I just hope that his lungs are okay…"

Dean looked at his father, his head titled. John looked awful, so he stood up, to look at his friend himself, the candle in his hand.

Bobby was laying on the other side of the room, motionless. Dean swallowed, a feeling of sickness in his guts, when he sat down beside Bobby, his hand ghosting over the man's forehead. Bobby was radiating, his breathing uneven, rattling.

Dean bit his lip. "Bobby…" he whispered, when he suddenly heard a moan from his side. He turned around.

"Dad… what's up with Nika?" He asked scared. The man was sitting against the wall next to the door, chained, tossing around, his eyes wide open.

"I have no idea…" John confessed, dragging himself to Dean's side. "Every now and then he says something… I guess he is… okay… but Bobby scares me…"

"Dad… we…" Dean was interrupted by the door that was suddenly opened.

"Hey guys… I knew that I heard right… you're awake… nice…" The Reader stood in the doorframe, the light from the other room lightened the little chamber, but kept the woman hidden in the dark. Dean couldn't help, but backed away, crawling to his brother's side. John stood up, on his wobbling legs, staying protective in front of Bobby and the boys.

"Don't try anything stupid." John threatened, while Sam slowly woke up with Dean shaking him slightly.

"Aw… you're too cute." The smile in the Reader's voice was audible. "Hey… you think it's worth a try to kill one of you?" She chuckled, when the Satyolatos appeared behind her.

The woman stepped aside, so the monster could get into the room. John's breathing quickened, moving closer to his boys.

"Let's get outside… this room is too… dreary." Immediately she got out of the room.

Dean shook his head. This is so wrong.

"Well… boys… take a few last breaths… exchange hugs… do whatever you feel like doing… you're gonna die…" The Satyolatos announced, yanking Nika to his feet, who was still limp, showing him outside.

John could hear Nika hit the ground on the other side, when the Satyolatos came over to him. And without another word, the monster laid his hand onto John's head. In the next second John was vanished.

Desperate tears stung in Sam's eyes, when the Satyolatos touched him and Dean.

Without another look at Bobby, the Satyolatos left the man to die on the concrete floor, knowing that this man would die anyway.

In the other room, the Winchester found themselves helplessly watching Nika kneeling over a children'd bathtub, the Reader fisting the man's hair.

Nika, who seems to be normal again, coughed water, trying vainly to hold himself over the water, having still chained hands and feet.

"No…" Dean whispered, shaking his head, when the Reader let go of Nika's hair. The man fell back into the water. Dean tried to move to the man, but John fisted the youth's shirt, holding on tight, so Dean had to stay with him.

"That's gonna be fun." The Satyolatos grinned, fisting Nika's hair again. When Nika came up again, he spit water again, trying to squirm away.

After some seconds the Satyolatos pushed him down again, holding him beneath the surface.

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