Holy Water Can't Help Us Now

by Charlotte Grieves

Sam and Dean have always fought hard to keep the world safe, to keep each other safe. With the apocalypse drawing near will Dean be able to protect his baby brother? Or will Sam have to sacrifice himself for the greater good? Originally separate one shots but will be thrown together for a tiny eight chapter story. WINCEST/NO LEMONS

6. You Can Feel His Disease

DISCLAIMER: I DO NOT OWN SUPERNATURAL OR ANY OF ITS CHARACTERS! TITLE IS BASED ON A LINE FROM COME TOGETHER BY THE BEATLES. I DO NOT OWN ANY OF THEIR LYRICS OR MUSIC!

You Can Feel His Disease

Dean had seen a lot of crap in his life, most he didn't even want to remember. But he absolutely could not believe what was happening to him. He tensed up and pulled out his cell and pistol. Speed dialing Sam he ran in the opposite direction of the bright shimmering ball of light that was no way in hell an alien. Sam unhurriedly picked up on the other line but before he could answer the phone Dean screamed at him.

"Sam! It's an alien spaceship! I'm having a first encounter!" Dean screeched over the line making Sam pull the phone away from ears in annoyance. He seemed mildly interested if only for the reason that there could possibly be aliens.

"Hey, be careful about a fourth one. I hear it's a butt thing." Sam gave generously. Dean stared at his cell phone, incredulously.

Out of breath he gasped out, "Empathy, Sam! What the hell? Are you at a bar?" The sound of pool tables in the background alerted Dean to the fact that Sam was at a bar drinking when he was supposed to be doing research. And that he was in the presence of females, it made Dean's heart drop to the pit of his stomach. Sam just chuckled and conveniently waved silently at the waitress for another beer while checking out her ass at the same time.

Eh, Alright.

Dean screamed over the line while Sam heard shot after shot ignite from his ever present pistol. All Dean thought before he disappeared was that he hoped he would come back so that he could see his Sammy again. The one that loved Dean. The one that needed Dean. He wouldn't leave this world until he fought, heart and soul, to get that special love he had with the real Sam back. No matter how much it hurt.

"Dean? Dean?" Sam hung up the phone. He supposed that Dean had been taken, abducted or what-the-hell-ever and he had to go look for him now. He would finish his beer first. Then he would do some investigating. And maybe go pick up that waitress with the "alright" ass.