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Forfeitures

„No…" Dean repeated, struggling with his father, but John held on tight, not letting go of his son.

Dean watched the Satyolatos torture Nika, by lifting his head again. Nika took shuttering breaths, his hair sticking into his face, water dripping from his nose.

As soon as Nika tried to fill his lungs with fresh air, breathing deeper, he was pushed down again. Dean winced.

He is gonna die… he's gonna die… he's gonna die…

"Aww… You're not gonna cry boy?" The Reader approached them, Nika's dagger in her hand, she was watching Sam.

"He just can't stand your reek… you know… it's like peeling an onion." John pushed Sam further behind him, his other hand still on Dean's shirt.

"Uh… you still have your humour… but I guess you'll lose it as soon as you are dead... well… I bet…" She chuckled quietly, fiddling around with the dagger.

Dad… Dad's gonna die…

John moved his arm, pulling Dean behind his back.

"You're not normal… I'm threatening to kill you and all you think about is saving you sons…" The woman's quiet voice was drown in Nika's death throes. Dean tried hard not to concentrate on him, a hand finding his way to his brother's shoulder, pulling him close.

"Perhaps it's more effective to kill your little boy." The woman smiled smugly at John, when he stood up even straighter, shielding his boys. "You aren't even able to stand without trembling, so you won't stop me."

"NOO" Dean shouted, when the dagger was rammed into John's stomach. Without thinking the youth pushed Sam behind his back, the young boy sobbing heavily, seeing his father going to the ground, holding his bleeding side.

"Now… let's extinguish the foes." The Reader smirked, piercing Sam with her eyes.

Sammy… Sammy… Sammy's gonna die…

For some moments only Nika's heavy breaths were audible. Dean heard that these would be the last breaths of Nika…

Nika

Bobby

Dad

Sam

Sammy… Sammy…

When the woman moved closer to his little brother, who was jammed between the wall and his Dean's back, the older boy didn't think twice, when he lunged himself against her, after pushing Sam aside. Sam fell as planned to the ground, so he couldn't follow instantly.

The eleven-year-old cried his brother's name, when the Reader backed away, surprised. Even John tried to move, but fell back, too weak. "Dean…" He whispered, tasting his own blood in his mouth… he couldn't die… not now… his boys needed him.

The Reader laughed shrill, when she kicked Dean's shin. "It's so cute to watch you trying… but boy…" She gripped Dean's chin, who was glaring up at her, his face a mask of pain. "As much as it amuses me… it's in vain… I'm sorry…"

"It's worth a try, nevertheless." Dean tried to smirk back, gripping the woman's shoulders, bumping his head against hers. The reader breathed hard, moving her fingers to the bleeding spot on her forehead.

Sam was whimpering, watching the scene. His dad was bleeding to death; Nika's head was lolling to a side, the Satyolatos to busy with watching the Reader and Dean, not dipping Nika under water again. Bobby was probably already dead in the other room.

"That was a big mistake." The reader glared hard, moving her hand through her hair, before she stormed to Dean, the dagger in front of her chest.

Dean moved to late, the cold, silver item drilling through his vulnerable flesh of his side.

The Reader stepped away, smiling down at the bleeding youth. "I think I won't be tired of this ever."

"Dean…." John fought unconsciousness, when Sam stood up, trying to reach his brother's side.

"Aww… the third Winchester, who wants to meet this dagger." The woman lifted her hand with the item in her hand, not expecting the older youth, who gripped both of her legs, making her fall to the ground.

Immediately Dean was on top of her, struggling with her for the weapon. Sam bit his lip, before he rushed over to his brother and stepped onto the Reader's forearm hard. With a cry of pain, he let go of the dagger.

"Thanks…" Dean smirked down at the women, pressing the blade against the woman's throat. "Now… say bye bye…" he smirked, lifting he dagger a little.

"Stop…" The woman breathed. "You don't wanna do this."

"Why?" Dean asked, still smiling. "I think it's exactly what I wanna do."

"That would mean Nika's death…" The Reader smiled. "And I know that you don't wanna lose him."

Dean gulped. She's lying.

"I've called them… with my death… they're dead." The Reader said smugly.

Dean gripped the dagger tighter, before glancing at Nika, meeting his eyes for a moment. Nika's mouth twitched a little, encouragingly.

That was everything Dean would get from Nika. It was everything he needed from him anyway.

Dean smiled sadly at Nika, before turning back to the Reader, running the blade through her throat.

Dean looked away from the blood and the dying woman, returning his gaze at Nika, who gave Dean a nod that felt like a bow from the majestic man.

Dean bit down the tears, when Nika vanished, along with the Satyolatos… the Reader was dead.

"Dean… Dean…" Sam tucked at his bigger brother's shirt, making him look at him. "We need help… Bobby… dad…" Tears were running down Sam's eyes.

Dean nodded, gathering himself together. He needed to be strong for Sam.

"At first we have to find out where we are… than we need an ambulance…" He looked at his father who had lost his consciousness. "Sam… try to find out where we are… I'm gonna look at Bobby and dad…"

"But you're hurt." Sam pointed at Dean's bleeding side, not able to control his tears.

Dean let out a deep breath. His brother needed sleep and peace…

"I'm okay…" Dean soothed softly, running a trembling hand through Sam's hair, his hand resting on the younger boy's cheek for a moment.

It so wasn't okay.

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I'm sorry? Should I go and hide?

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