Chapter 7

"I have learned that if you must leave a place that you have lived in and loved and where all your yesteryears are buried deep, leave it any way except a slow way, leave it the fastest way you can. Never turn back and never believe that an hour you remember is a better hour because it is dead. Passed years seem safe ones, vanquished ones, while the future lives in a cloud, formidable from a distance."

― Beryl Markham, West with the Night

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Real world

Sam talked to his brother quietly, counting every rise and fall of his chest as his mouth expelled the unsaid words Dean could not hear. Seeing Dean getting worse was driving him crazy, and that was not a good sign. A desperate version of him could not think properly, consequensenly, he had to be able to do so if he wanted to think consciously. He had to stay focused in his only mission, the only one that would ever matter to him.

The younger Winchester promised to never get wasted again, like ever. Even if problems would get bigger and annoying than he expected, hitting him right where it hurt him. He had to learn how to deal with it, because he was not like Dean. his life was different, and so were the consequences of the art of copying his brother's way to deal with the kind of life they lived. He was a magnet of bad luck, so he had to manage himself before causing anymore damage, not only to the ones he loved, but to the world in general. Hadn't he screwed the world too much already?

Sam called Bobby again, but the old man was still hitting on the books to find out what was happening to Dean. He had nothing either. In less than two days, Dean would be dead if he was as useless as he was now.

Sam walked his way towards the motel room he and his brother booked while rubbing his eyes and biting his tongue. He made a pitt stop to buy some needed coffee, knowing that his body was slowly but surely falling apart as the hours passed. He was hungry, but felt sick at the same time. It seemed like he was dying along with his brother. He should at least feel half of what Dean was feeling. He deserved it.

The hunter figured that a bath would help him clear his numb body and mind, plus it was kinda needed becuse of the nasty smell coming from it. His body expelled a mix of sweatiness and desperation by now. He was taking his plaid shirt off when he felt the presence of someone behind him. At first he thought he was hallucinating because of the lack of sleep, however, the adrenaline in his body said something different.

"Hello, Sam" Said Castiel

The voice almost made Sam jump off of his own skin, turning around while shaping his hands into the form of fists, ready to fight whoever was against him.

"Castiel" said Sam quietly

"I am here because Dean commanded me to sent you a message" explained the angel, still using his poker face. Sam knew that the angel did not like him, specially after he began the apocalypse. Castiel had been Dean's guardian angel since the beginning, but he had never one. Lucifer had been the one that was meant for him. He could do anothing about it, so everytime he talked to Castiel, he looked down and tried to pretend that everything was alright.

"Dean what?- Did he wake up?" asked the younger hunter, suddenly opening his eyes.

" No, I am afraid that I can't make that possible. I am here to deliver a message that can, or will, better said, save his life. As far as i know, he has no much time left to live"

Sam did not respond, but nodded instead. The angel delivered him the message, and added the part that Dean included. Apparently, his elder brother was not mad at him. He had thought so with all his soul, but deep down, he knew that his truth was somehow was buried in there. It was matter of a fight, if he even had the chance to have it. He was the cause of all these deseases and deaths in the world.

"I will ask for the dagger, Castiel. Thank you" said Sam, almost in tears as the forgotten happiness rose inside him.

"I trust you, Samuel Winchester. Your brother is the sword of Michael, and he needs to be able to fight this war. He cannot die, and I am afraid I cannot revive because of your mistake" answered Cass, bitterly and looking directly at him.

Moments later, he vanished in the thin air, leaving him alone all over again.

TBC...

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