By the time Sam reached the warehouse the demon was talking about, 'I' was already there and waiting. I wanted to warn my brother, try and give him a sign that this was all a trap, but no matter how hard I tried, I couldn't move my body nor could I even use my own voice. I was dying inside.
I heard Sam enter the warehouse. "Dean?" I heard him call.
'Sam! Turn around and run away. It's a trap!' I tried to yell out.
"Sam, over here," the demon called out.
Sam came over to me, holy water in hand. I felt the demon flinch in my mind at the sight of the bottle.
"Where is it?" Sam asked.
The demon turned and pointed through the door behind me, saying, "I cornered it in there."
"Let's go then." Sam took a step towards me, but 'I' blocked his path. "Dean. Let's go."
'I' nodded, but 'I' didn't move. I felt 'my' grip tighten on the blade hidden behind my back. I knew exactly what this thing had planned.
'Sammy, for the love of God! Please turn around and run! I'm begging you! Please…'
I felt the demon mentally smile at my begging. 'I' moved out Sam's way. I watched as my little brother walked into the room in front of me. I was forced to watch as my little brother walked in front of me, right into a trap. And what hurt the most was that I couldn't do anything to help him.
I was forced to sit back and watch as the demon used my body to pull the blade out of hiding. Everything that happened here on after seemed to happen in slow motion, because I could remember every millisecond of what happened.
I remember the demon taking the knife and stabbing Sam. I remember that Sam was stabbed just below the ribs, but so precisely so that no vital organs would be hit. The demon wanted me to watch my brother bleed to death. It wanted my brother to die, thinking I planned on killing him the entire time.
'NOOO!' I mentally yelled as I watch my brother fall to the ground.
Sam tried to turn over, but the demon used my foot to kick him in the side and prevent him from turning over to look me in the face. It smiled as it kicked my brother in the head. Sam groaned in pain as my foot connected with the side of his face. He didn't try to move again, so I could only assume that he had passed out.
After that, I couldn't remember much. I remember feeling nothing but pure burning rage. Suddenly, possibly due to the increase in raw emotion, I managed to take control of my body once more. Without thinking, I did the first thing that came naturally to me. I grabbed the bottle of holy water Sam brought along and chugged it in nearly two gulps. My throat felt like it was fire, as the water burned its way down. The demon left my body and I feel to the ground in relief.
I quickly got up and rushed over to Sammy. After checking that he was still alive, I picked him up. I carried my brother out the warehouse and placed him on the backseat of the impala. I got in the driver's seat and drove back to the motel, not wanting to stay near this place any longer than necessary.
A/N: Well there you go. Chapter 5! Let me apologise if it seems strange or weird or just plain unlikely, but it's my story. And I kinda wrote this at like 3am, so please be nice.