Sam tried to swallow, but there was a lump in his throat that would not dislodge.
If he hadn't been who he was, he would have started panicking, and his mind would have tricked him into thinking he couldn't breathe.
But he could.
As long as he remembered who he was, and what he did.
Sam's eyes narrowed as he seized his friend's brother up. In theory, Andre was was taller and older. That could have set the odds against him. It could have made for an unbalanced fight, one which Sam would have lost in minutes.
But Andre was not Sam Winchester, and he had not been raised by Dean Winchester, or John Winchester. And that in itself was lethal.
Sam finally smiled, and Andre blinked in surprise.
"Why do you say that?" The youngest Winchester asked, moving his fingers very subtly beneath his jacket. Mitchell sucked in a breath, and Sam turned to look at him innocently. Mitchell bypassed his eyes, and instead stared up at his older brother.
"Leave him out of this, alright?"
Sam made his first error. He paused in the midst of speed dialing his brother.
Andre cocked his head, a smirk pulling at his lips as he pretended to consider doing what Mitchell was begging him to do.
"I don't think so." And then Andre moved, grabbing Sam's arms in a tight grip, sliding his fingers down to wrap around the hand that Sam's phone was in. Sam was breathing heavily as he fought the onslaught, knowing that this was vital. He needed to get Dean on the phone now.
Oh, Sam wasn't worried about if Dean would come. No matter the circumstance, Dean always came.
His brother had a built in Sam radar, and it didn't matter where he went, in this country or in death, Sam knew without any doubt that Dean would always follow.
Sam just didn't want it to come down to a bloody mess-not if he and Dean could help it.
It wasn't just that Dean was older than him and knew better, or had had more experience in both worlds. Dean had an efficient, calming leadership about him, one that made people follow him without a moment's hesitation. He wasn't warm by any means, but he was proficient and protective and if you went with him, you would be okay. So, he had to keep hold of the phone. If Andre took it, it would be difficult to get back.
Andre was tugging at the phone, and Sam stopped fighting long enough to send a well aimed kick in the older boy's genitals. Andre let out a squeak and crumpled to the side, immediately releasing Sam as he did so.
"Here!" Sam tossed a shell shocked Mitchell his phone. The boy clumsily caught it, staring at Sam as if he didn't know what he was now holding, nor what to do with it.
"Call my brother!" Sam ordered as he pushed himself up, and rounded a kick to Andre's ribs. Andre let out a strangled gasp, and then bent forwards with a pained noise to try and grab Sam's legs. Sam quickly jumped away from the clutching hands.
"Don't you fucking dare, Mitchell!" Andre yelled, a feral look twisting once handsome features. Mitchell had the phone to his ear, his panicked eyes watching as Andre pushed himself up, only wincing slightly.
Sam hovered in the middle with arms out, steady and waiting for the next move to be made.
"You'll turn your back on your own brother? You know why I do what I do! It's for money! You wanna get out of here, don't you? Once we have enough, you'll never have to do it again. We'll kill them for what they've done to you, I swear!" The words were flung out, pleading and angry. They slithered around the room like a snake, slippery and deceiving, and Sam vanished them instantly.
"And what about what you've made him do?" He spoke in a quiet, measured tone. Andre stopped, his chest heaving as he turned wild eyes to his friend's brother.
Hatred blossomed and bloomed inside him, and with a yell he charged at him.
The two collided just as Dean's voice came over the line.
"Hello? Sam?"
A/N: Short, I know. I'm working on the next chapter now.
If I get a good response I promise to upload later tonight or tomorrow.