A/N: I just wanted to thank all who have been reading my story. I hope you like this chapter. D
End of Chapter 6
At one point, the demon was getting the upper hand. He leaned in close to Sam after a few well-placed punches. "We know where your brother is, Sammy." This only fueled Sam's adrenalin. Reaching into his pocket and removing Ruby's knife, Sam placed the blade in the middle of the demon's chest. The dead vessel the demon had possessed, dropped to the ground.
Sam rolled to the side and gathered his knees under him. Raising to his full height, Sam walked slowly back to the Impala. A voice could be heard in the clear night.
"Sam! Sam!" Bobby continued to scream into the phone.
Reaching for the cell phone, "I'm here, Bobby." Sam tried to catch his breath. "They know where he is. They know where Dean is, Bobby." Tears start to fill his eyes as he realized he may be too late.
He drove like a madman. It was all right in Sam's thinking. He wasn't driving the Impala after all. After telling Bobby the demons knew where Dean was and filling him in on the demise of his friendly road warrior, Bobby suggested for Sam to hide the human host in the trunk of the demon's car and take it to get to Dean.
"I know someone near who can come get the Impala and tow it back here." Bobby quickly said. "You head onto Seattle. Get to Dean."
Sam was doing just that. He never thought about the law being on the road. His only concern was getting to Dean in time. He continued on.
Sam memorized the directions to the hospital to heart. When he turned down the shady lane that lead up to the building, he sensed something was off. The large iron gate was pulled closed and a sign hung on the gate saying: Quarantine.
"No." Sam whispered to himself. He stopped the car next to the guard shack. Sam couldn't see anyone around. Getting out of the car, Sam checked his weapons that he remembered to grab out of Dean's car before leaving her behind. Shotgun, Ruby's knife, and his handgun. Pocketing Ruby's knife and his handgun, Sam walked over to the guard shack.
He stopped at the shack to check it. Empty. He than worked his way through the gate and took off running toward the hospital. This wasn't right. He knew he was too late.
Taking the steps two at a time, Sam made quick work of the exterior of the building and was in the lobby at no time. Looking around, he saw what he was not wanting to see. Dead people. Shotgun at the ready, Sam started to walk the hallway. The deeper he moved through the building, the more bodies he found.
Years of training by a father who drilled into him and his brother kicked in. Sam moved slowly down the hallway. His guard up and ready for anything. Stepping over bodies, Sam wasn't fazed by the carnage. Stopping at different rooms to look inside for his brother. The more he moved through the place, the more he feared he wasn't going to find Dean.
Sam started down a hall the lead to the cafeteria. Weaving his way over the bodies, Sam stopped short to stare at the large wall before him. The same wall that once held Anna. Now it's only covered in blood.
"It's sure nice to see you, Sammy." A man voice came from behind him.
Sam quickly turned around with the shotgun ready. He was now facing one of the bodies he had climb over to get where he was. Before him was a young man about his age, shoulder length dark hair, wearing white scrubs. Sam figured he was staff. The man had a look of familiarity. He smiled at Sam. "Meg."
"Hi." He said. Not moving from her place, she had a gesture with her arms. "Like what I did to the place, Sammy?"
"It's Sam." He still held his shotgun tight in his hands. "Where is Dean?"
She never stopped smiling. "Dean? He's around. We had a great party going on." She stopped short. She wasn't going to tell Sam about Castiel's arrival. "You should have been here. Dean told me it reminded him of his time in hell." She had to laugh at herself. Sam didn't think it was funny. "You know, Sammy." She knew calling him Sammy again would get a reaction. Sam's face tensed up. "This." She pointed to her new host. "He had a thing going with our Deano."
"What are you talking about?" Sam was trying very hard to hold his ground. He knew he should have Ruby's knife in his hand, but he didn't want to let Meg know he had it on him. At least not yet.
"Poor Deano was only a shell and Samuel here." Gesturing to her human host again. "Befriended him. Even Dean was slowly coming out of his damage mind." She smiled as Sam's face showed the hurt of being replaced. "He finally found a brother he could care about. One that loved him. Not an overgrown useless douse-bag like you." Her eyes turned black and her expression became hard. "To think, Dean had to get that from a stranger."
"SHUT FOR MOUTH!" Sam didn't realize he was screaming.
"You should have seen him cry like a baby when he saw what I did to Samuel." Again she gestured to the fatal wound on Samuel's neck. "It made what I did to him so much better."
Sam never knew what hit him. An invisible force pulled him backwards to hitting the wall hard. Sam lost his hold on the shotgun. Once the daze of the blow was gone, he looked up. Only to be looking into the black eyes of Samuel.
"Let me show you what I did, Sammy." Meg brought Samuel's fist up and started beating Sam as he was pinned to the wall. One, two, three, four times. Sam couldn't keep count. Meg stopped. "Are we having fun yet, Sammy?" She returned to the beating.
Sam lost count on the number of times Meg hit him. She just continued throwing her punches. Blood began to run from Sam's nose and the taste of copper came thick in his mouth. There was nothing he could do. His arms were pinned. Sam had to endure the beating. He had to for Dean.
Meg stopped. She starts to laugh. Stepping a few feet away and turning to face Sam. "You know what, Sammy?" She starts, "You were always so much stronger than that ass of a brother of yours. He could never stand being without you. All alone. That's why he said yes. It wasn't for you." Sam lifted his eyes enough to see her. The anger pouring from his stare. "It was because he was a weakling."
"He was never a weakling." Sam said. Than he realized something. The realization came across his face. Meg had been talking about Dean in the past tense. "No." He whispered.
Meg cocked her head. She starts to walk closer to Sam. "What's wrong, Sammy?" She looked into his eyes. She smiled. "A little slow on the up take there, Sam." Meg brings her fist back for another blow.
It was then Sam realized his arms may have been pinned but not his legs. He brought his leg up and planted a foot in the middle of Samuel's chest, sending Meg flying backwards. When she hit the floor, the invisible force holding Sam against the wall was gone. If he wasn't ready for it, he would have fallen face first to the floor.
Sam moved quickly, before Meg could regain her composure. He was on her and returning the beating she had given him. In between the blows, Sam reached for Ruby's knife. Meg didn't see it coming. The blade was planted deep in the chest of Samuel.
Sam watched the human shell fall to the ground. He stood there. All he could do, stared at the dead body. The knife gripped tight in his hand. Sam slowly turned and started to walk down the hall. Dean was dead. He knew that. He lost. He couldn't save his brother.
Blindly, Sam walked out of the building and back to the car. He made it back to the car. He looked down at the knife. A thought of joining his brother came to mind. He raised the knife.
Sam's phone starts to ring. All Sam saw was the knife. The ringing continued. Lowering the knife, he reached into his pocket to retrieve his phone. Not even looking at who was calling, Sam answered. "Hello?"
"Sam?" Bobby voice cried out. "Boy, you all right?"
"He's dead, Bobby. Dean's dead." Sam said as he again looked at the knife in his hand. The shock taking hold.
"Sam. Listen to me. Dean's not dead." The excitement radiated off of him. "He's here." Sam almost didn't hear him. Bobby had to repeat it. "You hear me, boy. Your brother is here. With me."
"What?" Almost child-like in his question.
"Yeah. Dean's alive. He's here. Come home, Sam." The tears in Bobby's eyes could not be hidden in his voice. "Come home to us."
"He's really alive?" Sam couldn't believe what he was hearing.
"Yeah. I can't explain it, but yeah. He's here." Bobby said.
"Let me speak to him?" Sam wanted proof.
"He's asleep, Sam. Just come home."
"Ok." He whispered. With that Sam ended the conversation and climbed into the car. New hope filled his heart. Dean was alive.
TBC
A/N: I just want to say, I like Meg. Really, I do, but this is how my story want. Please don't get too mad at me. The next chapter the brothers will reunite. And you Castiel fans, don't worry. He'll be back too. PLEASE OH PLEASE REVIEW!!! I would love to hear what you think. D
