Part 3.

Dean hits the floor hard, head jerking back on his neck, breath knocked from his lungs, ending his call for his brother. Moriarty appears over him, his very real weight seated on his chest, both hands pressed exceedingly hard on Dean's icy chest. Cold seeps into Dean from this connected point, his pulse sounding heavy in his temple.

His hands are useless where they struggle to jerk the ghost's hands from him. Moriarty is strong and determined and confident, Dean can't even buck him off his body.

"Get off of me!" He grits out between chattering teeth, "Sam!" He tries to choke out. A cold, dry ashy hand clamps over his mouth. Dean's stomach rebels at the smell of decaying flesh and old grave dirt. He chokes coughing, knowing he has to breathe through his nose since he can't breathe through his mouth.

"Sh," Moriarty soothes. "Hush now, little boy."

Dean fights all the harder, his stomach rolling even more at the sound of the man's creepily soft and alluring voice.

"I know mommy dearest told you all about me, and then she left you...she didn't understand at all, did she? Didn't understand how we NEED people to stay with us, we need people to survive."

Dean struggles unseating the man for a moment, Moriarty jerks his hand back just in time as Dean's teeth snap in empty air. Dean's head jerks around landing on the floor with the force of the spirit's backhanded slap.

"Stop struggling," he coos sweetly, hands burying in Dean's shirt, coldness spreading again. Dean jerks at the freezing contact his breaths shuddering with shivers, his whole body trembling with it. "Stop struggling, come with me and they'll never leave you again. You can keep them in here with me."

Dean shakes his head still trying to escape, "They didn't l, love you...they were sc, scared of you. You killed them and you t, took their whole lives from them! They hated you!"

Moriarty growls and backhands Dean again, grabbing his chin and squeezing hard. Dean feels the cold seeping into his cheeks. "You would understand Dean," he says sneakily under his breath, whispering right into Dean's ear. "Everyone has left you, everyone will always leave you..."

"No, Samm..."

"Oh sweet little Sammy," Moriarty sneers into his face, "Where is he then? Where is your brother hm? He left you all alone, he doesn't care. He probably blames you for her leaving. He tried to warn you, he tried to tell you she need something more didn't he?

"Oh smart little brother, shoulda listened...tsk tsk." Moriarty shakes his head and laughs at how blue Dean's face is going, how his coldness and bitterness is seeping into Dean's body and quickly killing it.

"You're not real," Dean strains out, "W, we burned your body!"

"True true," Moriarty informs as he places one hand back over Dean's heart. He screams, body arching up off the floor as blood like icicles rushes through his veins. "But I recognize a kindred spirit when I see one Dean, I rode you straight home. Your poor little heart is almost done for Dean...come and join me and we'll invite sweet Sammy soon enough. But Sammy, he's smart, he's selfish...he doesn't need you Dean."

"Go. To. Hell." Dean grits out through shuddering breaths.

Moriarty just shakes his head, exasperated at Dean's stubborn refusal. Both hands press down like millstones on the human's chest. The body beneath him tenses and arches up off the floor.

"I'll see you on the other side, Dean," he hisses as Dean's body spasms and goes limp, eyes rolling into the back of his head. He cackles to himself as his icy mark spreads, leaving lips purple and pulse going sluggish until it slowly fades away.

...

Like deja vu from his nightmare just moments earlier Dean is still, cold and purple-lipped on the floor. Sam's heart stands still as he comes upon the all too real scene in front of him. The spirit's head turns with a sickening circular movement, his bright eyes land on Sam full of interest and dark intent.

"No," Sam gasps out, emptying the whole clip of his handgun into the ghost's body without even thinking. He's across the room by his brother's side before he's even sure the blessed rounds have done their trick.

Moriarty flickers and grunts frustrated, he disappears from Dean's chest as his little brother falls to his knees beside him. Sam reaches to lay a warm palm on his brother's cold chest but before he can an icy blast crashes into him sending him flying backwards into the wall.

Pinned there as if frozen the feeling of panic from his nightmare quickly returns. He struggles, throwing his head back desperately into the wall when he can't move, the pain is grounding, his anger focusing on Moriarty.

The malevolent ghost appears in front of his face, the smell causing him to gag also, but he can't move his face away so he stares resolutely into the ashen gray face. Moriarty grins obscenely, obviously enjoying Sam's pain, enjoying this tragedy of his making.

Sam's eyes flicked to his brother, so still and frozen there as if in time. Because the world can't possibly be spinning if his brother is truly gone. Moriarty cocks his head to one side watching the emotions wash over Sam's face as he stares at his brother's corpse. Watches the devastation and absolute fear wash over him like a tsunami.

"So this is Sammy?" He asks, smiling callously. "Just a pinch too late Sammy." He cackles, looking back over his shoulder eyes going bright and proud as he looks at Dean's body.

Sam only struggles more, "What did you do to my brother, you bastard?" He spits out, gritting his teeth as the cold wall only presses against him heavier.

Moriarty tsks, "Sam Winchester...I have you figured all wrong haven't I?" One finger trails down from his Adam's apple to his collar bone. The icy pain lacing through his body is screaming for Sam to jump away. The younger Winchester throws his head back against the wall screaming through gritted teeth as the ghost inserts his dirty fingernail into the sensitive skin along his collar bone. He can feel the cold spreading through his body through just this one point of connection. Moriarty chuckles knowing his line of thought.

"Yes," he says smoothly, "Big brother suffered, poor little Sammy, he suffered a lot. I thought you would prefer to be rid of such a sorry excuse of a human, but you care don't you? Just like him...weak and foolish just like him."

Sam can feel a warm tear sliding down his cold cheek as his eyes go back to Dean...really gone.

"But no matter," Moriarty decides, "You'll be joining us soon enough."

The ghost places a decay hand on Sam's chest, over his heart. A freezing aura surrounds Sam's insides, shivers immediately begin to shake him. It feels as though razor sharp icicles are impaling through him.

"So, so weak after mommy left." Moriarty muses as though talking to himself as watches a thin layer of ice form on Sam's shirt. "Tore you to pieces, poor little boys...they always leave!" He hisses into Sam's face, "They always leave you, will always leave you."

Another hand is placed on Sam's chest, the ghost presses down with all his weight, Sam can hardly draw breath. "No," he gasps out. "No!" Hands fist, he screams through his gritted teeth in frustration.

Why can't anyone understand? Why does everyone assume they aren't strong enough, haven't they proved over and over again that they are there for each other? That no matter the odds they will find each other, that they will be together. That they are stronger together...they are safer together.

And this was his fault. Moriarty was right, Dean wasn't strong or safe, he was vulnerable when alone and Sam had let him be alone. He'd left him open to this attack, vulnerable to this malicious spirit who knew all of Dean's doubts. Knew how he feared being abandoned, how he had been abandoned.

"We will never leave each other!"

Moriarty blinks in surprise, pausing for a moment. Sam gasps in a breath, the air puffing with it the temperature has dropped so severely.

"What was that?" He asks sharply.

"I will never leave my brother..." he pants out, eyes aflame with the truth and passion of his statement. "And Dean will never leave me."

Moriarty's and his eyes meet, a seeming battle of wills. The ghost trying to gauge how sincere, how certain the Winchester was. Sam catches an amazed look flash over the ghost's usually hardened countenance then the cold, slightly, sarcastic look return.

"You two are special," the spirit sneers, "So I'll treat you special."

The force holding Sam against the wall is suddenly gone. He lands in a heap on the floor, gasping as some of the coldness leaves his bones. Moriarty is there in his face, hand grabbing his chin and forcing Sam to look in his face.

"Big brother won't leave you, huh?" He asks mockingly. He flickers from the air in front of Sam and appears to stand beside Dean. He uses his booted foot to kick him, he nudges him again as Dean's limp body simple rocks with the movement. He stays still, he doesn't move, he makes no sound.

Sam barely holds back the sob rising in his throat. Knowing Moriarty is just demonstrating how gone Dean really is, how he really has left his little brother. But Sam's heart and soul are crying out, he can't be gone, there's no way, he has to be alive. He watches Dean's body fall back to the floor with a dull thump as the ghost kicks him again.

"Stop," he whispers. "Stop!" He shouts, tears finally coursing down his cheeks. "Please just leave him alone."

The ghost appears before his face, "Why?" He asks innocently, "He's already gone Sammy." He coos, sounding sorry.

Sam shakes his head, looking down as tears blur his vision, "No," Dean didn't, couldn't leave him.. And he knows he's pleading to whoever may be listening, Chuck, Amara...a reaper, even a witch. His brother can't be dead

"No!"

"Prove. It." Moriarty sneers forcefully.

"What?" Sam asks, through tears.

The ghost laughs, "Prove me wrong that Dean hasn't left you and I'll let you two sorry excuses for men go, so...prove it."

Moriarty disappears from his face and appears on the other side of the room as Sam slides to his brother's body. Trembling hands hover over Dean's figure for the first few moments. No, no, no, he's thinking frantically. Dean is never supposed to be this still, is never supposed to just let some asshole spirit kick him around...is never supposed to leave Sam!

His shaking fingers are placed on Dean's wrist where he's searching for a pulse, he's greeted with cold stillness. Same when he presses them into the flesh of his throat. Tears are back stinging in his eyes.

"Dean, please," he whispers, "Please don't leave me." Fingers run through the frozen spikes of his hair coming back cold and wet. Tears fall down his cheeks landing on his brother. Through obscure vision he opens Dean's jacket and stares in horror at the icy growth on his brother's chest. It glows a steady blue now, no longer pulsing with Dean's heart...the organ stilled and frozen.

In a blind action of desperate hope Sam flattens his warm palm on the ice that is now his brother's chest. He lays it right where his heart sits dormant. Eyes closed, every fiber of his being concentrating towards his brother telling him he's here waiting for him to come back, needs him.

We're stronger together, we're safer together, it's okay mom left we can deal with it, we will still be together...

...come be safe with me brother.

He sighs, calming his breaths. Centers himself, channeling all his life's spark, warmth, love and devotion to his brother though his hands. He's hugged Dean, hurt Dean, stitched Dean...held him together with those hands...if anything can call him back it's this.

There's a movement in the air and Sam's eyes fly open. Blue energy is seeping from his brother's chest. The air is taunt with it as it floats around Sam and Dean like northern lights, cold and beautiful. His brother still appears to be gone but as the energy grows so strong that it pushes Sam's hair from his face and blows his and Dean's clothes around their bodies, the younger brother pushes his hands down into the coldness with all he is worth.

The energy coming from Dean's body pushes at Sam, trying to deny him this, trying to stop this miracle...Sam grits his teeth yelling in effort through them. Keeping contact with Dean, calling him back to him because Dean Winchester will never leave his little brother. Never. Sam Winchester will never leave his brother, never.

"No!" Moriarty growls under his breath, as Sam feels wetness on his palms. Ice melting and water spreading over the floor beneath them. The spirit clenches his ashen hands into fists.

"Not possible."

...tbc

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