Sam stood completely still. Watching his brother fall with horror filled eyes, unable to strain his creaking muscles. The demon slashed a knife across Dean's back and crimson began to flow freely as a blood curdling scream ripped free from his lungs. A rain of punches smashed into Dean's face as the red liquid began to slide from his now broken nose and split lip. The demon swiped the blade across Dean's chest, completely finishing to soak his t shirt in the salty crimson.
"Stop please!" Sam cried watching as blood pooled around the demon's feet and a sickening smile rose to his lips.
"Or what? Sammy going to cry?" A bile rising cackle spewed from its mouth as the yellow eyed demon plunged the blade into Dean's abdomen.
"Sam, it's not your fault." Dean choked out letting his face fall to cement. Realization slapped Sam across the heart and he let the tears dry.
"It's Sammy." He murmured looking coldly at the thing in front of him. "You're not real! You are not real! I killed you!"
He screamed it over and over cradling his head in his hands and squeezing his eye shut. The words kept repeating as he dropped to the ground sealing off his ears from the fake screams. Then everything stopped. The screams ceased and the cackling faded into nothing. Carefully his eyelids pulled apart and he searched the dull light around him until they focused. He was back in the cement building on the ground floor. The demon now stood over Dean pulling a thin purple mist out of him, which he could only assume was fear.
"Dean!" his scream was lost on his brother as his hazel eyes grew heavy. "Dean!"
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Dean could hear his name being called in a small whimpering voice. The voice seemed miles away and filled with too much sorrow for him to deal with. He had broken off in the middle of his sentence and couldn't figure out his last word no matter how hard he tried.
"Fine, I'll kill them both." His 'father' spat raising the knife to Sam's windpipe.
"No! Dad, please!"
"I have to kill one Dean. Either you or I choose, and you know who I will choose."
"Why?"
"She is in the way Dean. You would choose for an innocent to die before her anytime and you know it. There is no way you can leave her again, I could barely get you to last time."
"No, no I can leave, as long as I know she is safe…"
"After what you see, you know that you will never think she's safe. I'm sorry Dean."
"No you're not, you're not sorry." Dean spat straightening his back and letting his eyes turn hard, "Yo aren't my dad."
"What are you talking about, of course I am."
"No, my dad would never kill another hunter. You aren't real."
"Oh I'm real Dean. I might not be your dad but I am real. You know that there is a demon out there that will take one of them from you." Then the thing began to morph, changing from demon to demon, the same wicked smile always painted on its lips.
"No this is the Mortis volotar, it's a nightmare."
"But will it always be a nightmare Dean or will it, one day, become true."
"It's not real, it's not real, it's not real." Dean murmured to himself closing his mind off and taking hesitant breathes. The demon continued to yell that it was real but Dean refused to listen. He pressed his palms into his thighs and focused on his murmurs pulling in courage. "You Aren't Real!"
Then the lights dulled and walls around him disappeared and morphed back to the old cement building. Relief flooded him but it was short lived as he took in the scene. Sam stood over him, eyes wide with terror and relief.
"Elizabeth." Dean gasped sitting up and scanning the dusty floor. She lay in a crumpled heap across the room. The Mortis Volotar stood over her pulling a purple mist from her and it was thinning away to nothing. He jumped to his feet grabbing a rock salt gun and racing forward. The mist was wasting away now and the demon reached down over her chest. "No!"
With that he jumped forward but the demon vanished in front of his eyes. He grasped Elizabeth's shoulders and shook her awake. She looked up at him blankly.
"Dean?" She questioned, he wrapped his arms around her and held her close.
"Are you okay?"
"Fine, Dean I'm not afraid."
"That's great, you got over your…"
"No, I mean, I'm not afraid of anything."