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Dream Slayer

Chapter seven

Dean was in a total state of panic. Sam was going to die unless he got back to him and back to him soon. Their dad didn't just teach them to defend themselves; he had also made them do stretching exercises in order to stay limber. And limber is what he needed to be now. He wiggled his hands under his rear end and managed to slip it through, and then he worked on his legs. He pulled them in tight and began trying to work his manacled hands over them. He squeezed his eyes shut in pain as he felt like his shoulders were being pulled from their sockets.

"Settle down back there." The officer in the passenger's seat shouted over his shoulder when he heard Dean struggling.

Dean ignored him and the pain, he had to, Sam's life depended on it.

Back at the motel

Sam was in a deep state of sleep due to his exhaustion and recent beating. He dreamt of running through fields of flowers holding Jess's hand. He smiled in his sleep, she looked beautiful. But even in his sleep he knew what he had to do. Sam and Dean both had been trained on how to have lucid dream, dreams where, even though you were a sleep, you could control certain aspects of them. So even though he was sound asleep by all appearances, his conscious mind was still awake waiting for what ever was to come. All he had to do was wait for the Slayer to attack, grab hold of it, and bring it back to the real world where Dean would douse it with the holy water. But Jess looked so beautiful and he turned toward her even though he knew it was just a dream and she wasn't really there. He tilted her head back and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around him and hugged him, but her hugs suddenly grew tighter and tighter and he soon found it hard to breathe. He tried to push away from her but was unable to. He looked into her face which melted into a grotesque slimy mass. The mass suddenly grew tentacles that began ripping the flesh from his body; long fangs appeared in its face which immediately began slashing at his face. Sam threw his head back and screamed in agony, he tried to pull away but the tentacles kept him securely in their grasp. He cried out for Dean. Where was he? Why didn't he wake him?

Police car

Dean had finally managed to get his hands in front of him and knew he had to act quickly. He slammed his handcuffs into the cop in the passenger's seats head twice successfully knocking him unconscious. Before the other cop could react he threw his arms around the driver's throat and squeezed, being carefully not to kill him only render him unconscious. When the officer passed out, the squad car continued to travel down the back road and Dean quickly jumped into the front seat and brought it to a stop. He got the handcuff key and unlocked his cuffs. He then drug both cops out of the car and into the nearby woods. He put each of their arms around two small trees and using both of their handcuffs, handcuffed them to the trees. He then ripped two strips from his T shirt and gagged them. Once he got back to Sam and made sure he was safe he would call the police department and tell them where they could find their officers. He jumped back in to the squad car and sped to the motel.

Motel room

Sam knew he was dying as he felt himself growing weaker and weaker. He hung from the Dream Slayer's hand like a puppet, his body ripped to shreds, choking on his own blood as he weakly called for his brother.

Outside the motel

Dean squealed to a stop in front of the motel and ran toward his room. The motel's manager stood outside the door.

"I don't know what's going on with you two boys and I don't care, it's none of my business. But your friend has been in their screaming and calling for a Dean or someone for the last half hour or so and he's disturbing my other guests. He just stopped when I got here. So if he's on drugs or…"

"I'll take care of it." Dean said as he ran to his car and got the holy water. He then pushed past the manager and entered the motel room fearing what he might find. He slammed the door shut behind him.

He was horrified by the sight in front of him. Sam hung in midair his body and clothes ripped and bloody. There was so much blood that he was hardly recognizable. He weakly moaned as even more slash marks appeared on his body.

"Sammy!" Dean screamed trying to wake him. He took out the holy water. "Damn it Sammy wake up!" He knew he couldn't kill the creature until Sam woke up and brought the demon with him. "Sam!"

Finally Sam's eyes opened slightly.

"Dean…Oh God…" He moaned as blood bubbled out of his mouth.

Once he was awake the Dream Slayer slowly began to appear. Dean recoiled in horror as he watched the creature materialize and continue to rip the flesh from his brother's body.

"Get away from him you bastard!" Dean screamed as he threw some of the contents of the bottle onto the creature. The demon threw his head back and screamed a high pitch ear shattering scream of agony. He dropped Sam onto the bed and turned his attention to Dean. Dean struggled to hold onto the bottle of holy water but the creature stripped it from his hand. A tentacle tore across Dean's chest ripping his shirt and slashing his chest. Dean yelped in pain and fell back to the floor clutching his chest as blood bubbled between his fingers. Another tentacle reached out and slashed him across his cheek. He tried to roll away but was grabbed by yet another tentacle and pulled toward the slashing mouth.

Sam, though barely conscious, seeing his brother in danger managed to roll off the bed. He crawled over to the bottle of water and using what little strength he had left tossed the remaining water onto the creature who screamed over and over as it slowly began to dissolve. It released its grip on Dean and once more went after Sam, who didn't even try to fight the creature any longer. He just wanted it over with.

"Let him alone!" Dean screamed as he grabbed Sam's leg and held on trying to pull him from the demon's grasp.

The Dream Slayer threw his head back and gave one last scream, then slowly dissolved into an oozing mass of slime which eventually disappeared.

Dean crawled over and cradled his brother's body.

"Sammy? Come on Sammy stay with me." His eyes filled with tears as he looked at his brother's mutilated body. "Come on Sammy wake up. It's over." He swallowed the lump in his throat when he got no response. Was he too late? He hugged Sam to his chest. "Oh God Sammy I'm so sorry."

Sam slowly opened his eyes.

"How many times must I tell you…it's Sam, not Sammy." He gave a weak little laugh.

Dean gently lay Sam back on the floor and watched as the damage done to his body faded until he was completely healed. The only sign of what had happened were his shredded clothes. Dean's own slash marks also began to heal.

"Hey." Dean said smiling. "Looks like we did it. Winchester boys two, Dream Slayer zero."

"Hey, do me a favor." Sam said pushing himself up to a sitting position. "Next time you decide to go out for a pizza before we start something like this, please let me know." Sam grinned back, his strength returning. "Where the hell were you?"

"It's a long story, and I'll tell you on the way. Right now we need to get the hell out of here, and I need to make a phone call to the police department once we're outside of town."

"Police department? Why? And why such a hurry?"

"There are going to be two really pissed off cops in this city and I don't plan on being around once they're found."

"Huh?" Sam looked at him confused as he and Dean both quickly packed what little they had and headed for the door.

The End