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Post by Dean Winchester on May 12, 2008 14:15:57 GMT -4
The blood red sheen to the morning sky above Dean all but tore through his vision as he made his way slowly towards the Impala. On any other day, Dean would have been more than thrilled to have been with his pride and joy, the one that had been by his side even longer than Sam himself and even before Sam had joined his side again, she was his constant.
His eyes gazed over her emotionless as he took in the various bangs, knocks and scratches upon the hood of the car and crouched down before her to examine the busted out head light. “Looks like someone else has been in the wars old girl....” he mumbled quietly under his breath, allowing his hand to trace its way over the damage, before pulling it back and standing up on uneasy feet.
As Dean stood before the Impala, his eyes growing accustomed to the lightening skies above him, he focused his attention to the hood of his car and swallowed back the rise of bile that coursed its way up through his system at the sign of the vivid red blood, his blood, upon the black metal and spattered across the wind shield.
Turning only slightly to stare at the devastation that was left of Missouri's front of house, Dean allowed a small smirk to cross his lips before turning back to the Impala. “Talk about making an entrance....” he grumbled quietly, his eyes avoiding the sight of his own blood again as he walked around the car and over to the driver's side.
Pulling the door open and fumbling about beside the steering wheel, Dean finally found the keys to the car and wrenched them out quickly. Slamming the door closed and making his way over to the trunk, Dean afforded one glance over at the front door to Missouri's before unlocking the trunk and pulling it open.
Leaning heavily against the rim of the trunk and allowing his faltering breaths to calm slightly, Dean stayed motionless, silent for what felt like an eternity, before propping his weapons cache open and rifling through it. Finally pulling out a duffel bag, buried deep beneath everything, Dean tore it open and stared down at the many tools within it before dropping it to the floor beside him with a resounding clatter and slamming the trunk closed once more.
Dean needed to think, there were three things Dean Winchester did when he needed to think. Drink, drive or fix about his car, even if it didn't need fixing, a tune up usually sufficed, and right now he only trusted himself to be under the car.
Making his way over to Bobby's truck and yanking out the car jack that was left within the back of it, Dean struggled his way back to the Impala and went about jacking his car up someways into the air. Tearing the jacket from his back and allowing his shirt to follow suit, Dean stood staring at the car before him, the warm morning air whipping about his bare arms as he stood in just his jean's and gray t-shirt and pulled his tool bag up onto the hood of the Impala.
Shifting through it and pulling out a tire iron, Dean allowed it to drop to the floor beside him and began to hunt through his bag again. Pulling out a wrench and various other items, Dean dropped to the floor and made his way underneath the car. He hadn't clue what needed to be done to the girl, in all honesty he knew probably nothing needed to be done to her, but he had to do something, anything to keep his mind occupied and off of the matter of what now waited for him back in the house.
Fumbling blindly beside him, Dean took a hold of the wrench he had bought with him and grasped it in his shaking hands, his eyes staring up at the underside of the car and he simply allowed every emotion to wave over him. The tears flowed silently, and he body shook uncontrollably as the sorrow and the pain at what Sam had done washed over him.
The idea that soon, and Dean had no idea how soon, his brother would be torn away from him. Taken in his place ripped through him and he struggled within himself not to lose it all entirely. His hands allowed the wrench to tumble to the ground again beside him and he simply lay beneath the car, his face in his hands and he wept.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 12, 2008 14:39:48 GMT -4
Sam had been shell shocked when dean had pushed away from him without a word and it hadn’t taken him but a few seconds to get himself together enough that he was following after his brother and out into the front of the house. As Sam scanned the front of the house he found Dean in a not so foreign position, working on his car. He took a few careful steps towards his brother looking at the damage that had been done to the car now that he could properly see it in the light of day. No matter how hurt he might have been by Dean dismissing him he still couldn’t completely help the happiness he felt that his brother was alive again…hell his brother was alive to be mad at him which was good enough for him right now.
“Dean?...” Sam called to his brother as he stood next to the front of the car looking back over to his brother not wanting to startle him.
“Dean talk to me? What’s the problem?”
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 12, 2008 14:54:07 GMT -4
Dean's hands tore themselves away from his face as he heard his brother's voice call out to him and he whipped angrily at the tears that lay streaking their way down his face. He should have known and deep down he did know that Sam wouldn't have stayed away, despite the warning he had shot to his father and despite the cold shoulder he had given him.
“You don't wanna be here Sam....” he whispered quietly, his eyes tearing their way over the underside of his car before he quickly pulled himself up from underneath it and stood on unsteady feet in front of his brother “You wanna turn that ass around and you wanna get the hell away from me....” he spat angrily, not even meaning his anger to spill out quite so much at his brother, yet having no control over it all the same.
Crouching down and wrestling with the many tools he had scattered about the place, Dean snatched up the tire iron and dumped it heavily upon the roof of the car. His eyes stared vacantly across the other side of the street, the low lying sun blinding him slightly and he squinted against the rise of tears that were once again threatening to break through.
Placing his hands upon the roof of his car and leaning heavily upon it, Dean allowed his head to hang low as he waited for his brother to either move, say something else or whatever the hell it was he was planning on doing. “If you stay...I will hurt....” Dean stopped speaking suddenly and slammed his fists hard into the roof of the car before turning onto his brother and wrenching his hands through the collar of his shirt.
Dragging him over to the car and slamming him hard against it, Dean did not care that his younger brother towered over him as his pain filled eyes drilled into his “How long did she give you?!” he cried bitterly, yanking Sam forwards and driving him back against the car again “What the hell is my life worth to those sick bastards and you huh? How long?!” he bellowed, his hands firmly about Sam's collar and his eyes tearing into his.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 12, 2008 15:05:24 GMT -4
Sam had expected the cold reception he had received from dean this time but even knowing it was coming didn’t make it any easier. He shook his head defiantly as Dean ordered him back inside of the house.
“No Dean…I do wanna be here and I’m going anywhere until we talk. You’re acting crazy! I haven’t seen or heard from you in hours you jut upped and vanished and then you…” Sam took a deep breath not even knowing if his brother knew what had been done to him but guessing he probably did.
“I’m not going anywhere Dean,” Sam said again holding his ground as he crossed his arms over his chest and stared back at his older brother.
Sam flinched slightly as Dean slammed his fist into the hood of the Impala, that was definitely not a good sign and any lingering thoughts Sam had in regards to happiness or thinking that anyone would share his feeling were shattered as Dean wrenched his hand through his collar and slammed his against the car. The sudden jerk and movement causing Sam’s body to protest in pain as Dean drove him back against the car once more.
Sam grabbed at Dean’s hands to pull him off of him.
“What the hell Dean?!” Sam yelled his voice tainted with a bit of anger now as well.
Sam froze what he was doing though and his eyes simply stared back into Dean’s as his brother asked him how long he had been given. He knew he was going to have to face this question and he was dreading it with every ounce of his body.
Sam swallowed hard as he tried to process an answer to his brother’s question, but he knew especially right now what he had to say.
“I didn’t make a deal Dean…I didn’t,” the words stung Sam the second they left his mouth but he couldn’t have his brother or anyone else burdened with the fact that he had all but taken a suicide pack in order to bring his brother back to life. As much as he hated to lie to his brother of all people Sam couldn’t do that to him…Dean couldn’t know he had made a deal.
“I didn’t do anything Dean…I swear,” Sam said his hands gripping around his brother’s as his eyes lay dead locked with Dean’s.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 12, 2008 15:16:33 GMT -4
Dean's eyes bore into Sam's and his mouth twitched into a sneer of anger as his brother denied what was all but obvious, even to the most dumbest person on the planet and his hands clenched tighter about his collar. “I am telling you now Sam....you don't goddamn lie to me, not if you know what is flaming well good for you....” he growled. His eyes, still reddened with the tears he had shed now flashed with nothing but anger for his brother before him and he shook desperately as Sam once more refused to tell the truth.
“You don't swear to me when you know you are lying!” his voice bellowed from him and all but tore through his throat like burning knives as he released one hand from his brothers shirt and pushed him harder against the car with the other. “You don't fcking do that!” he yelled, his voice breaking and his fist curling in on itself of its own accord.
Pulling his arm back and, without a seconds hesitation, driving his fist clean into his brothers face, Dean tore his hands back through his shirt and wrenched him away from the car, throwing him with all the strength that he could muster into the driveway. “You swear when you know you are lying?!” his voice shattered beneath his own words and he advanced on his brother before stopping short and turning back around away from him.
“You get the hell away from me Sam! You know what the hell is good for you now....you get the hell away!” he screeched, his body trembling with the sheer level of anger coursing through it.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 12, 2008 15:35:58 GMT -4
Sam’s eyes grew wide as he held his gaze with Dean and he could all but clearly see the anger boiling just below the surface as Dean didn’t believe Sam’s lie for a second which didn’t go well on a number of fronts. Sam shook his head though determined to stand his ground and determined to stick to his guns when it came to this.
“I’m not Dean…I didn’t…I…” Sam didn’t get to finish his claim of innocence though as his head snapped back and he was shell shocked to realize Dean had full on punched him in the face. He swallowed down the bitter taste of blood as he ran his tongue gently over his now split lip as he stared wide eyed back at his brother. What the hell had he brought back?
He didn’t have much time to think on anything else or even fight back as he felt himself hurled backwards into the driveway. He closed his eyes in pain as he hit the cement the sudden blow causing pain to rip through his injured leg and his arms screamed in pain too as he had tried to break his fall using his arms which hadn’t turned out to be such a great idea in the long run.
He sat frozen against the pavement his eyes clenched shut for a moment as he let out a pained hiss of air as he tried to keep his own anger in check, but that was one thing Sam knew he had gotten full on from his father and that was his temper. He pushed himself off of the ground and steadied himself as he glared back at Dean taking a few steps back towards his brother.
“Did that make you feel better Dean?...I sure as shit hope it did!” Sam yelled his eyes narrowed in anger as he stared back at his brother his hands clenching in rage.
“I didn’t fcking make a god damn deal something else must have happened,” Sam replied his anger subsiding slightly as he brushed his hand across his busted lip cleaning the blood off as he stared back at his brother.
“Don’t do this Dean…please…” Sam’s voice had lost its anger almost as quickly as he had gotten as he stared back at his brother his eyes pleading with him.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 12, 2008 15:56:21 GMT -4
Dean held his hand close to his chest as his knuckles throbbed with the pain that the punch had caused. His eyes never left Sam as he was catapulted upon the floor and he shook his head quickly, his mouth still twisted into a sneer as he turned back to the car and leaned heavily upon it.
As Sam's voice called out to him, Dean leaned back slightly and shot Sam a half crooked smile, though his eyes still blazed with anger. “Hell yeah it did....” he spat viciously, his eyes tearing back into his brother “And if you don't get the fck away from me....I'll go ahead and make myself as happy as a pig in shit as I put you down completely.” he growled.
Dean's head rested gently on the roof of the Impala as Sam once more denied ever making the deal and he allowed a low, spiteful growl to fall from him. “Sam.....” he hissed angrily “If you don't have the goddamn sack to tell the frigging truth then you can fck off and quite frankly, I couldn't give a flying shit if I never saw.....” Dean stopped speaking and pulled his head away from the car as Sam's voice took on a softer tone, pleading almost and he stared back at his wide eyes.
“Don't you do that shit to me....” he hissed, aiming a shaking finger at Sam's face and turning away “Don't you give me that look Sammy....” he growled, now beginning to wonder just what the hell to believe about the whole sorry matter.
Turning his back to the car and leaning heavily against the back passenger door, Dean cocked his head to stare at his brother and shrugged gently “Then what the hell happened huh Sammy? Last I remember is having a knife driving through my chest...pretty damn sure that would kill even the best of us and yet here I am....” he motioned down at himself before turning around and leaning with his hands against the roof of the car once more.
“If you didn't do it Sammy....cos God fcking help me I am just about willing to believe it....then what the hell did.....” Dean's eyes narrowed considerably as he leaned against the car, his eyes squinting onto the back seat of it before he quickly shot his brother a look and wrenched the side door open.
Leaning in and taking a hold of the small metallic box that lay upon the back seat of his car, Dean dreaded even thinking of doing what he was about to do and yet he knew he had to do it. Easing the lid of the box open and staring down at the contents, Dean's whole resolve shattered and he released a gut wrenching, almost heart stopping cry of sheer anger as he tore his way out of the car and back towards Sam, the box firmly in hand.
“You fcking swear now!” he spat, throwing the box clean at his brothers face “You swear to me now that you didn't do it!” he bellowed, his body shaking and he desperately struggled to hold back his anger and sadness “What is my life worth to you Sammy?” he cried out bitterly, his voice lowering itself to a level that didn't tear through his throat.
“How long?!” he begged helplessly, his eyes pleading with Sam's as he felt his whole form grow weak. “Long enough to see your thirties? To find a girl? Get married? Give Dad a grandkid? Huh?” Dean stepped forwards up to Sam and felt his hands clench upon themselves and he kept them firmly planted by his side. “Long enough to go back to school when all this shit is over? To be that person you wanna be?! To get the whole hell away from this shit I dragged you into when it is all over?!”
Dean shook uncontrollably as he stared back at his brother and he allowed a single solitary tear to snake its way down his face “What is my life worth?” he whispered desperately.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 12, 2008 16:51:18 GMT -4
Sam kept his eyes locked on to his brother, his eyes all but begging to get through to him. It was ripping him to shreds to have to lie to his brother but he couldn’t hurt him he couldn’t watch him suffer because of a choice he had made a choice he would make over and over again if he had to.
“Dean please…” Sam started again as Dean held to the fact that Sam was an out right liar and the truth was that he was. He stopped though as his brother’s eyes finally found his and he knew he was getting through to his brother…making him believe the lie he was holding on to.
“I don’t know Dean…Dad came upstairs and said you were dead…I went down to see and I couldn’t deal Dean it ripped me to shreds to see you there! I…I fell asleep and when I woke up I needed air I needed to get out of there and so I took the car and I went…I went to…the cemetery…” Sam said flinching at the words which were coming from him. He wouldn’t have to wait for the Hell Hounds he was going to hell on his own accord in his own basket he was currently weaving.
“I left and I could just feel something was different Dean…I knew it was…” Sam’s eyes followed Dean’s into the back of the car and his heart froze he had forgotten about the small metal box he had dug up from the crossroads.
“Dean don’t!” Sam yelled panicked making a move towards his brother but he was too late and he watched in fear as his brother pulled off the top of the box and stared at the contents inside.
Sam took several steps back from his brother his eyes wide and his hands in front of him as Dean stormed towards him the box in hand. Even though he knew he had been more then found out now he desperately shook his head in defiance.
“Dean Please I…” the words were cut off as Dean hurled the metal box at Sam the edge of the box cutting into the side of his face tearing a gash into his face before clattering to the ground spilling the contents across the pavement. Sam stared down at the items which had clattered out of the box and all but sealed his fate.
As Dean took a step towards Sam, Sam took a step backwards away from his brother. Never in his entire life had he ever been afraid of his brother till that very moment. The anger and hurt and malice which ripped through Dean’s voice was enough to shatter Sam’s entire resolve.
“I had to Dean please…,” Sam voice was desperate as his eyes pleaded with dean trying any way he could to make his brother understand. As Dean’s words hurled their way at Sam he couldn’t help but cringe in response to every scenario Dean asked him about.
“Long enough to see your thirties? To find a girl? Get married? Give Dad a grandkid?”
He wanted all of the things Dean had listed off; he had wanted them for years but the only problem with that now was that he had wanted his brother more. He had needed his brother more then he had needed the promise of an apple life. At the mention of “finding a girl and getting married” Sam flinched away even more as thoughts of Jess tore through his mind. She had been the only one he had ever wanted, she had been the girl he was meant to spend his life with and she had been torn from him in a matter of seconds.
He could see her so clearly almost as if they were still standing there in the apartment in Stanford.
“Seriously. I’m proud of you and your gonna knock ‘em dead on Monday and you’re gonna get that full ride. I know it.”
"What would I do without you?”
"Crash and burn.”
It hadn’t even been a year yet and yet he was terrified he would forget something about her. The color of her hair, the pattern of her curls, the sparkle of her eyes…it terrified him he would begin to forget her.
“I had a girl…” Sam whispered his voice broken and distant as tears welled into his eyes as he stared back at Dean.
“I had that at Stanford Dean and it’s gone now! You’re all I have and what was I supposed to do?! WHAT WAS I SUPPOSED TO DO?” Sam all but screamed back at Dean the tears burning there way down his face as his entire body shook with emotion and agony at everything they had been through in the last day.
As Sam heard Dean ask him for the last time how long he had gotten he snapped before he could stop himself.
“A month and 9 days! Dean! A month and 9 days! HAPPY NOW? Is that what you wanted to know? IS IT?!” Sam yelled his chest heaving at the effort of breathing through the tears and the yelling as he stared back at his brother.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 12, 2008 17:53:53 GMT -4
Dean's body continued to tremble with the anger and the sheer unadulterated mental agony that coursed through him as Sam realized that lying was pointless now. The sneer that had made its home upon his face crumbled into a look of sheer disbelief and pain as Sam finally confirmed his worse fears and Dean stepped forwards and took Sam's face in his hands. “You didn't have to Sammy....” he whispered, his face contorted in utter anguish and he no longer fought to hold back his tears. “That was my job Sammy....always has been, always will be....I'm the one Sam....I have to be the one to look out for you....” he whispered desperately, his hands clenched about Sam's head and he gently wiped the blood from his cheek that he had caused.
As Sam spoke upon Jess and all that he had left behind at Stanford, Dean felt his knees crumble beneath him and he gripped a hold of Sam's shoulders to keep himself upright “And I am the reason it is gone Sammy.....I took you from her....you were happy there, you had it all....you were doing what you wanted to do and I took it all away from you. I snatched it away and I destroyed your life Sammy....” he breathed desperately, his eyes locking with Sam's and showing the full scale of the sadness they held. “I had to make it right Sammy....I had to....” he groaned quietly.
“You were supposed to let me go Sammy.....” he begged quietly, his voice coming out in what could be almost construed as a pathetic whine. “You were meant to let me go and you were meant to make it right.....What's dead....should stay dead Sammy.....What's dead should stay dead....” he growled again, his hands reaching up and gently brushing away the tears that had fallen down his younger brothers face. “I had a job Sam....one thing, one thing alone that I had to do and that is protect you....and I did that Sammy....I had to....Nobody, nobody else is here for us, not like we are for each other but you....you've grown Sam....” Dean's voice barely became above a whisper as he spoke and he slowly began to step away from Sam and made his way back to the Impala.
“You have grown so much Sammy....I see it, you are so strong Sam, you don't need me....not as much as.....” Dean held his hand over his mouth and wept silently into his hand, his body shaking beneath the onslaught of the realizations slamming through him “Not as much as I need you Sam....I don't have anything Sam, besides the knowledge that I have to take care of you....I need you more than.....I'm nothing if I don't have that one thing.....” Dean broke away from his speech and rested his head heavily against the roof of the Impala, his arm knocking the tire iron and sending a jolt of pain through his head as it scraped across the metal.
Dean's breath froze in his chest and he was all but certain his heart stopped beating as Sam yelled out into the air and he pulled his head up and allowed his eyes to stare out emotionless across the street. The words that Sam screamed slammed into him and he struggled within himself to comprehend the severity of the news he had just received. Turning on the spot to face his brother and not even noticing as his hand reached out for the tire iron, Dean subconsciously gripped the cold metal in his grasp and shook his head at Sam. “What......?” he spat viciously, his eyes blazing with a new found anger and pain as he stepped his way forwards, crossing the short distance between he and his brother and not even flinching as the tire iron scraped and screeched its way across the car roof until it rested at his side.
“A month....and nine days?” he growled, his face contorted in sheer fury, his eyes blazing with nothing but determination and he gripped his hand about the metal in his hand. “They gave you....a month and nine days.....for my soul?” he hissed, struggling to understand the repercussions of everything going on around him and he stopped dead in front of his brother.
“Do you think that low of yourself?” he growled, his eyes burning deep into his brothers. “Do you hold my life that much above yours? Do you?!” Dean's voice resounded about the pair of them and he shook his head frantically at his brother “Why the hell is my life more important than yours?!” he screamed, his fury mounting to such a level that he could no longer control his own actions and in own swift motion, he bought his arm up and aimed the tire iron full at Sam's body. A bellow, so low, so guttural, so bitter, tore from Dean as he watched the tire iron fly towards his brother and at the very last second he screwed his face into a look of utter distress and span on the spot, driving the tire iron instead through the wind screen of the Impala.
As the glass from the window shattered beneath his ferocity and showered the inside of the car, Dean no longer gave a care in the world and he tore his arm back and drove it once more into the drivers side window of the car. “Why do I deserve to live more than you?!” he screamed desperately “You are all I have and....without.....” Dean tore on the spot to face Sam again and struggled to hold his composure “Why did you make me fail?!” he begged, his voice a low growl and yet shattered all at once.
His eyes locked onto the Impala again and as he felt his whole body almost shatter beneath the sheer weight of everything piling on top of him he drove the tire iron over and over and over again into the body of the car. Not stopping as the wing mirror shattered beneath his onslaught, or as the tire iron punctured through the hood of his car and left a gaping wound cutting through the metal.
Dean's body grew weak, so weak that he could barely stand as he finally allowed the tire iron to topple from his hand and tumble to the floor beside him, his blood shot eyes found Sam's and he stood rooted to the spot, trembling despite himself. “Why did you make me fail.....” he begged quietly, his eyes lifeless, emotionless and simply staring back at his brother.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 12, 2008 19:32:22 GMT -4
Sam stared back at Dean his eyes wide and his face tear stricken as he could only imagine the ballistic tirade Dean was about to go on after learning what Sam had done and how little time he had left. He shook his head as Dean proceeded to say how it wasn’t Sam’s job to protect him that it was Dean who was the protector.
“You save my life over and over. You sacrifice everything for me, don't you think I'd do the same for you? You're my big brother, there's nothing I wouldn't do for you…” Sam replied flinching slightly as Dean grabbed his face in his hands.
Sam felt what was left of his heart shatter as Dean spoke about Jessica and how in some way he was sure only his brother understood Dean saw it as he was the one who had taken Jessica from him. As much as having something physical besides the demon to blame for the utter destruction of his life at Stanford would make things easy that wasn’t how it worked. The same Yellow Eyed monster who had murdered their mother and their lives all those years ago.
“You didn’t take her Dean…he did…he destroyed everything…” Sam gritted out the pain of the words cutting him to the core but he needed to say them for his brother’s sake. He hadn’t ever blamed Dean for Jessica’s death or what had happened over that weekend and it hurt him that his brother would think that he would or even think that for himself. Sam brushed his own hand over his face as he stared back at his brother the hot tears which streamed down his face only serving to fuel his anger but he was grateful that Dean seemed to have gotten passed the wanting to murder Sam stage…maybe it was because he knew that was somebody else’s job now.
“I couldn’t let you go Dean…not yet…I’m not strong enough…please…” Sam begged Dean now not caring any more but full out begging his brother as he desperately grasped at his arms begging him to understand that he had to do what he did.
Sam let his brother go as he walked back to the car but his own breathing froze in his chest as he saw Dean’s reaction to the details of his “deal.” Any kindness and compassion that had filled Dean’s eyes seconds ago was gone and it was once more replaced by the manic anger and rage which had been shinning through moments ago.
“Dean…” Sam whispered his brother’s name as he took a step backwards as his brother advanced towards him the tire iron in his hand and a homicidal glint in his eyes.
“I started high if that helps,” Sam said forcing a small smile across his face which immediately vanished as he knew it would help his current situation.
“Dean it was all she would give me…I had to take it I couldn’t let you just die…I couldn’t salt and burn your body Dean….YOU CAN’T ASK THAT OF ME!” Sam cried trying to break through to his brother again. Sam’s words stopped and his eyes grew wide as he froze in his spot and watched as Dean took aim at him with the tire iron. He flinched backwards his eyes slammed shut as he anticipated the pain that would come with the blow…the pain which never came.
His eyes snapped open though as the sound of glass shattering filled the air and Sam watched in shock and a bit of terror as Dean laid waste to the Impala with the tire iron. He forgot about everything else and made a move to try and stop his brother but trying to stay clear of catching a stray hit to the head with the rod.
“Dean stop!” Sam yelled trying to get through to his brother but having no luck as he smashed into the car over and over again. As Dean finally stopped and the clatter of the tire iron echoed through the air Sam was at his brother’s side in an instant his arms wrapped around his older brother in an embrace.
“You didn’t fail Dean I swear you didn’t fail…I just couldn’t let you go…please…please,” Sam begged tears streaming down his face as he clutched his brother against him as they both sat upon the floor.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 12, 2008 20:27:06 GMT -4
Dean had stood rooted to the spot, his eyes staring at the destruction he had caused to the Impala and he felt his breathing hitch and fail in his chest countless times. Sweat dripped from his forehead, his chest and his arms, causing his t-shirt to cling to his frame and he shivered despite the warmth of the morning sun shining upon him.
Flinching back as he felt Sam's arms make their way about him, Dean all but crumbled under the embrace and allowed the pair of them to topple to the floor. His head pounded and his body ached with the exhaustion of all that had happened in the past few hours and he clung desperately onto his brother as his bitter sobs tore through from his very core. “I did take her away Sammy....” he gasped frantically, his body trembling beneath Sam. “I took you away, when you knew what was going to happen and I tore you away from her....you could have stopped it Sammy....you could have saved her....but I took you away....” he wept, his tears streaming down his face as he buried it deep into the crook of Sam's neck.
“You are stronger than me Sam....stronger than you know....you can cope without me, but I....I can't cope without you Sam....” his words came out broken, terrified as the realization of life without Sam tore through him “I can't be anyone if I can't look out for you....that is my one purpose and if you....Sam I can't carry on....I won't carry on....” he wept quietly.
Dean pulled himself away from Sam and stared back at his eyes, the pain in his head intensifying by the second and his face screwed up in sheer agony before he shook it away roughly. “I have failed you Sammy....You're gonna die....you're gonna go to hell....and me....I am going to be left here and I will be alone Sam!” he cried, his anger and the consistent throbbing pounding in his head growing by the second. “How can you leave me alone Sam?!” he cried, his voice taking on an unearthly growl as he pushed his brother away and tore himself up to his feet.
“Do you truly hate me that much that you would leave me alone like that?!” he growled, his hands fumbling for the previously discarded tire iron and he quickly rounded on Sam. As Dean stared down at his brother upon the floor and his head all but screamed with sheer agony, Dean screwed his eyes shut against it and kicked out at Sam.
The sensation of his foot colliding with his brother caused his eyes to snap open and he fixed them on Sam. “You should have left me dead!” he cried bitterly, his anger coursing through him and as a pained grimace filled his face and a resounding scream left his mouth, he drove the tire iron clean into Sam's leg.
Dean's whole body shook and his head screamed with sheer agony as he swung the tire iron back over his head and bought it down clean onto his brothers shoulder, the sound and feel of it making contact with his brother causing shock waves to travel through him and yet Dean didn't care...not one bit. All he saw as he stared back at his brother was sheer hatred masked by a cloud of crimson and he drove the iron clean into Sam's head.
His mind went into overdrive and his body succumbed to the pain that had enveloped him as he drove the metal into Sam's body again and again, hitting wherever he could find and the feeling and sensation of warm liquid splattering over his face caused him to step back finally and he threw the tire iron into the bushes at the side of the driveway.
His eyes locked with his brother on the floor as his hand reached up and brushed over his face. The warm liquid splattered across his face causing his hand to grow crimson and he toppled to his knees a few feet away from Sam. His brothers blood taunted him as it shone upon his hand, piercing through his clouded vision and he screamed out in agony as his head all but exploded with white hot pain. Clutching at his temples and crying out feebly, Dean refused to look at his brother and instead tore his way along the floor, leaning his back against the trunk of his car and attempting to stay out of view from both Sam and any of the other people in Missouri's house should they venture out.
His breathing came out shallow, his head continuing to pound and his fingers tore desperately at his temples as he fought against the agony that was slowly consuming him.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 12, 2008 22:19:48 GMT -4
Sam shook his head softly as Dean once more declared that it had been him who had taken Jessica away from Sam. If anyone was to blame outside of the demon it was Sam himself; he had seen her death in his dreams before it ever happened and he hadn’t done a thing about it…he had failed her he had let her die.
“No Dean you didn’t…I failed her…I could have stopped it…I was supposed to protect her and I didn’t…I failed her and I wasn’t going to fail you this time…” Sam whispered his arms still locked around his brother hoping upon hope to calm him down some before he did any more damage that he was going to regret later on after he had cooled off.
Sam could hardly believe the words which were coming from his brother. Dean was the strongest person he had ever known ever. Growing up Dean had been the one who was like a super hero not their father, their dad wasn’t around enough to make an impact but Dean had held Sammy’s respect since Sammy knew what respect was.
“Dean you’ll do just fine…just think it’ll give you some free time with the girls you won’t have to spend time looking after your pain in the ass little brother,” Sam said trying to crack a smile but the joke failed slightly on him and ended up hurting since the words were true as could be. In a months time Sam would be a memory and that was it.
“This isn’t your fault Dean for god sakes I wanted to do this…I needed to do this and you just have to…” Sam stopped speaking though as he crashed backwards and hit the pavement once more as his brother shoved him away the anger and malice back in his voice. Something wasn’t right; this wasn’t Dean never in 23 years had Dean ever been like this to Sam. True enough Sam had never sold his soul to bring Dean back from the dead but they had been down some every rough roads.
“Dean you won’t be alone I swear You’ll have dad and Bobby and…” Sam’s eyes widened and he immediately shut up as Dean rounded on him once more the tire iron clutched in his hands.
“Dean we can talk about this maybe there is…” the words died on Sam’s lips and were replaced by a cry of pain as Dean’s foot kicked out striking Sam in the side with a crack as pain exploded through his side giving Sam the tell tale sign that a rib was broken. Sam curled into himself laying on his side his arms wrapped around his chest as he breathed in pain his eyes clenched shut…he never saw his brother aim the tire iron at him till he felt the pain explode in his leg.
The force of the blow ripped a scream of pain from Sam as the blow caused the bullet wound on his leg to scream out in protest and Sam felt the sensation of fresh warm blood seep into his jeans as pain tore through his leg.
Sam tried to brace himself against the pavement pain forcing its way through him as he supported himself on shaky arms. The blow to his shoulder drove Sam slamming back into the pavement with another cry of agony as his injured shoulder was assaulted by the tire iron. Sam struggled to keep his grasp on everything and he turned slightly to look up at his brother his vision going in and out of focus.
“Dean…stop…” Sam’s voice came out strained and broken as he desperately tried to reach his brother. The look in his eyes though the pure hatred and venom that lay behind Dean Winchester was something foreign to Sam and he had no idea how to handle it.
Sam’s head exploded with a white hot flash of pain as Dean slammed the tire iron into his head blood immediately soaking down the front of his shirt and knocking him completely for six. The world around Sam swam in and out of focus as he desperately tried to stay conscious but blackness was threatening to claim him but he knew if he gave up he would be sealing his deal far sooner then he or the crossroads demon could have anticipated.
Sam curled into his body trying to shield himself as best as he could from the countless blows his brother savagely delivered against his body. No matter how much he tried to scream or beg for Dean to stop tp try and get to his brother it was useless and Dean continued on. Within moments Sam was all but soaked in his own blood his sight was clouded red by blood and he was certain his right arm was broken. Sam’s breath came out desperate and pained as Dean finally stopped the assault on him and Sam weakly pulled the strength and turned on his side his eyes straining to focus on his brother.
His eyes stared up at Dean as Sam tried to gather his wits about him.
“Christo…” Sam whispered as his eyes blazed into Dean’s knowing that this monster he had brought back from the dead couldn’t be his brother something was very wrong.
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 12, 2008 22:57:44 GMT -4
As he heard Sam begin to right himself after his attack upon him and he slowly pulled himself back up off of the floor and made his way to stand over him. Wiping the back of his hand over his face and mopping away the rest of Sam's blood, Dean stood down staring over his brother and cocked his head slightly. “You should have left me dead Sam....” he groaned, the pain in his head still tearing through him and he grimaced against the new onslaught of agony ripping through him “What's dead should stay dead Sammy....” he added spitefully.
Dean's eyes latched onto Sam's as he finally turned and stared back at him and the corner of his mouth twitched slightly as he saw nothing but fear and confusion behind them. The single word that fell from Sam Winchester tore through Dean and he released a guttural cry of agony as his head felt like it would tear apart and he clenched his eyes shut against the pain. As his breathing became erratic and his body shook beneath him, Dean's eyes tore open and immediately found Sam. The blackness that lay within them, the all consuming mask of black that covered Dean's usually green eyes, flashed back at Sam and he allowed a small smirk to cross his lips.
“Took you long enough Sammy....” The Demon hissed as he crouched down and wrenched Sam onto his feet by his hair. Holding him up so that Sam's eyes stared directly into his, the Demon inhaled deeply and cracked a large smile back at him “What gave it away.....” he pondered, his black eyes gazing over Sam before fixing back onto his.
The Demon's face screwed up slightly in pain as the same pounding that plagued Dean tore through him and he wrenched his hand about Sam's throat “God that son of a bitch is a fcking pain....” he growled “Trying to beat me....to let you go Sammy.....Dear Dean Winchester, forever trying to be the martyr hero for his lame little shit of a brother who can't tell a bad guy from a good guy or his ass from his elbow.”
Throwing Sam up against the car, the Demon immediately held his hand out and pinned him up against the devastated Impala, his body being pushed and forced against the body of the car as he stepped up towards him and stopped in his face. “Guess what Sammy Winchester....dumb ass extraordinaire did folks?!” he cried out happily, his voice bounding off the nearby walls. Closing the distance between the pair of them and placing his face directly in front of Sam's the Demon's voice took on a sing song tone to it and he grinned back at Sam happily “He opened the door for me....and I hitch hiked my happy ass into Dean Winchester's meat suit as soon as the door was opened....Bravo Sammy....Bravo....”
The Demon stood back from Sam only slightly and nodded his head almost in appreciation of him and clapped his hands slowly “And what a snug little suit it is....” he added with an all to obvious hint of malice to his tone.
Stepping up to Sam and placing his face directly in front of his again the Demon allowed a small pout to cross his lips and he drove his fist clean into Sam's face, feeling his nose all but explode upon impact. “Let's see how much fight you got left in ya kiddo....” he hissed gleefully and removed the hold he had upon Sam, allowing him to topple away from the car.
Stepping backwards and holding his arms aloft the Demon's eyes flashed black upon Sam before returning back to their original green color. “Hit me bitch....” he spat viciously.
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Post by Almighty Admin on May 12, 2008 23:30:19 GMT -4
Sam’s eyes remained locked with Dean’s after the Latin word left his mouth. He knew his brother was nit right that something was very very wrong with Dean and the moment Dean began to hiss and twist in pain at the mention of Christ Sam’s fears had all but been confirmed, not only had he brought his brother back from the dead but he had brought a demon back with him.
Sam scooted his broken and bloodied body away from the demon form of his brother. His eyes snapped to the house behind him wishing that for once someone would come and investigate instead of letting him and Dean sort through things on their own he could really use the back up right about now.
“I think I can tell my brother from a demonic son of a bitch,” Sam hissed his eyes latching back into the cold unforgiving black eyes of the demon possessing his brother. His eyes scanned the area around him trying to figure out what he had at his disposal that he could use to his advantage against the demon.
Sam watched in confusion as the demon seemed to struggle with holding its grasp on Dean and it gave Sam hope that his brother was still in there fighting his damndest against the son of a bitch.
Sam struggled and bit back a cry of pain as the demon hauled him to his feet by his hair pain burning into his scalp as he struggled to get away but didn’t succeed in doing mkuch but causing more pain to his injuries. Sam swallowed hard as the demon all but confirmed that it had been Sam’s fault that the demon had gotten through at all.
San gritted his teeth as he did his best to hold his tongue not wanting to use any extra energy on the bastard as he didn’t have any to spare. As “Dean’s” fist collided with his face Sam felt pain explode from his nose sending a gush of blood splattering from his broken nose the pain momentarily blinding as he clenched his eyes shut the world spinning around him.
Once the demon released it’s hold on Sam he toppled back down to the floor pain ripping through his broken arm as he landed with a hiss of pain. Sam’s eyes burned into his brother’s as he heard the demon egg him on to hit him. Sam scooted away from his “brother” on the ground in a fake attempt of “cowering.
“No …please I’m sorry,” he whispered trying to sort himself in the proper place his eyes finally locking on to “Dean’s.”
“My pleasure jerk,” Sam hissed as he launched himself at Dean causing them both to topple backwards into the back of the Impala which Dean had left the door open too. Sam reared his good arm back and slammed his fist repeatedly into his brother’s face with what little strength he had and then desperately fished under the seat coming up seconds later with a handcuff he snapped around the demon’s wrist and secured to the center consul of the car with a snap so that the demon couldn’t get away so easily.
He wasn’t sure where he got the strength from it was more then likely his body doing the best it could to survive against the face of death as he scrambeled out of the back of the car and made his way around to the trunk hurling it open and pulling out the chalk and a canister of holy water.
As quickly and as detailed as he could Sam used his good hand to draw a devil’s trap on the top of the impala and once he was finished he slammed all of the doors to the car shut sealing the demon inside.
He stumbeled slightly as the world faded from him for a moment as he pulled open the passenger side door and crawled into the seat facing his brother as he threw a splash of holy water into the demon’s face.
“You shouldn’t take what’s not yours without asking,” Sam whispered with a weak glare as he tried to keep his strength enough to exorcise the bastard possessing Dean.
“Exorcizamus te, omnis immundus spiritus, omnis satanica potestas, omnis incursio infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregatio et secta diabolica, in nomine et virtute Domini Nostri Jesu + Christi, eradicare et effugare a Dei Ecclesia, ab animabus ad imaginem Dei conditis ac pretioso divini Agni sanguine redemptis + . Non ultra audeas, serpens callidissime, decipere humanum genus, Dei Ecclesiam persequi, ac Dei electos excutere et cribrare sicut triticum…triticum… Imperat tibi Deus altissimus… Imperat…” Sam’s vision was blurring and his breathing became labored as he struggled through the exorcism his body screaming out in protest as a fit of coughs wracked his body and blood splattered from his mouth on to the seat of the Impala and his hands as blood dripped form his mouth and he struggled to continue the exorcism.
“Imperat tibi Deus altissimus…”
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Post by Dean Winchester on May 12, 2008 23:56:14 GMT -4
The Demon watched with a satisfied smirk as Sam cowered before him on the ground and he pivoted on the spot to keep his eyes solely on him as he all but begged to be left alone. A small, confused look flashed across the Demon's face as Sam spoke again and he had little to no time to react as they were both propelled back into the car.
As Sam's fist collided over and over again with Dean's face, the Demon released a low guttural laugh that caused the blood that Sam had shed to bubble and spit from his mouth “Careful Sammy.....” he growled viciously “Don't wanna be messing up the merchandise do we now....” he added with a hiss. As Sam's fist collided with Dean's face one last time, the cloud of blackness washed over the Demon as he felt consciousness slip away from him and he collapsed into a crumpled heap upon the back seat of the Impala.
The burning splash of Holy Water, tore the Demon back into the here and now and he hissed in pain and writhed against the back of the seat as he struggled to pull away from Sam. His eyes immediately latched upon the handcuffs that held him firm inside the car and he smirked back at Sam, his eyes back to their blackened form. “You shouldn't play with dead things....” he retorted back with nothing but venom in his voice.
As the Latin fell from Sam's mouth and slammed into the Demon's soul, he twitched and writhed in agony upon the seat. His eyes tearing into Sam's, his breathing ragged, forced and painful. Curling himself up against the barrage of pain that the words slammed through him, the Demon pulled his legs up and drove his foot clean into Sam's chest, anything he could do to halt the words that fell from him.
As a fit of choking coughs tore through Sam and the exorcism ceased momentarily, the Demon yanked and pulled against the handcuff that lie about his wrist and he smirked as he felt at least one of the bones snap under the pressure he was placing upon it. “Sammy.....” he hissed, his breathing refusing to go back to normal as his blackened eyes tore into Sam.
“You wanna watch your language round me kiddo....” he spat, yanking at the handcuffs again and shuddering as he all but enjoyed hearing the wrist crack under the barrage “This...son of a bitch ain't getting evicted that easily....” he growled, finally managing to yank himself out of the handcuffs and holding the shattered hand up to his chest. “That'll sting like a bitch for him later on.....”
The Demon's eyes locked on to Sam and he cocked his head slightly “Little Dean's lease comes with a clause....” he hissed, driving his undamaged hand clean into Sam's face. “I go.....he goes....” he growled “Hitching a ride is so much....fun....” he groaned, relishing in the power he now held over the younger Winchester and he allowed the familiar smirk to play across his lips. “The moments the doors opened....I latched my good self onto his soul and presto....instant access and immunity from Latin....Tear me from his body Sam and that wound you healed....that neck you mended with your little deal....everything back the way it should be....”
The Demon struggled with the handle of the door and finally managed to wrench it open and attempted to crawl his way out of the Impala. His eyes widened and snapped back onto Sam as an invisible force prevented his exit and he cocked his head rather impressed at Sam “A Devil's Trap Sammy....so very thoughtful....” he hissed “I don't leave....neither do you....”
Closing his eyes and smirking with nothing but satisfaction as he heard the door beside him slam closed, the Demon focused his energy upon the doors of the cars and flashed Sam an all too self approving smile “Looks like neither of us are going anywhere....” he growled, as the locks on the doors slammed down and he trapped the pair of them inside together.
“I go....he goes Sammy.....I will drag his pathetic soul out with me and you can kiss goodbye to him forever” The Demon shoved his face full into Sam's and smirked back at him, his blackened eyes once more drilling into his “Try it and see....” he murmured, settling back into the seat and holding Dean's damaged hand up to his chest.
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