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Trapped In A Nightmare:

Chapter 20: The End Of It All

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"Well," Dean started. "Jeremiah did something to him. He—he—he took something out of him. I didn't know what it was but now it occurred me. I think Jeremiah stole his powers. I don't think he's just unconscious. I think something is really wrong with him. I don't know

what."

"I think I know what's wrong with him," John said. "Sam's powers are tied with his life force. Sam is gonna die if we don't get his powers back. And we don't have a lot of time. If we don't do something fast, Sam is going to be dead in a couple of hours."

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"What?"

Dean's eyes went wide in shock. He sat down and tried to keep from going into complete shock. He stared at the unmoving form of Sam.

"Wait a second," Dean said. "Just hold on. You mean to tell me that if we don't figure out a way to get Sam's powers back, he'll die? There's gotta be another way."

John shook his head. He felt exactly the same as Dean did. He just knew how to keep calm.

"I'm afraid there isn't any other way," James said. "We need to figure out how to get his powers back. It'll be hard because Jeremiah has stolen a lot of powers. All his victims are ones with powers. Then, we need to find a way to get rid of him. Which is also going to be hard since he's essentially unkillable."

Dean stopped to think for a second and he remembered what Sam had said before.

"Dad, do you remember what Sam said about the mark of death?", asked Dean.

"No. What?"

"Well," Dean began. "He suggested that we give the mark of death back to Jeremiah. That would make him a thing that we can kill. I mean, we can pop the bastard. Right?"

John and James looked at each other before deciding to break the bad news to Dean.

"I'm sorry," John said. "It can't be done. The mark of death cannot be given back after it's been removed. Also, the demon is the only one who can administer the mark of death."

"Son of a bitch!"

Dean threw up his hands in defeat. He was beginning to lose all hope. Sam only had a few hours to live and it would be his fault if he didn't do anything. Sam wasn't going to die. Dean wasn't about to let him.

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In the basement of the dark house, Jeremiah stood over an altar. The cup of blood held high over his head.

"It won't be long now," he said. "Not long at all now."

He poured the blood into an hour glass and turned it up.

"Sam Winchester……..you have three hours to live."

Jeremiah's sinister laugh rang throughout the house.

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"How many hours do we have," Dean asked impatiently.

"I don't know, Dean," John replied. "Two, three at the most."

"Well then, we need to start moving. Sam doesn't have much time. We gotta keep searching until we find something. We need to do it fast, we need to----"

"Dean?"

Dean stopped suddenly. He turned around and looked at Sam. He was awake but visibly weak. Dean rushed over to Sam.

"Sammy? Are you okay?"

Sam was able to sit up with the help of Dean and john. He was pale and he could barely move or talk.

"I---I---I'm f-fine," he stuttered. "I---I had a n-nightmare. More like a v-vision actually. Jeremiah s-s-said I only have three hours to l-l-live."

Dean looked at John helplessly and Sam noticed James standing there.

"W-w-what are y-you d-doing here," Sam asked him.

"I'm here to help," James answered.

After making sure Sam was okay, the three Winchester's went back to researching. It wasn't until half and hour later that James found something.

"I think I got something!"

Dean and John listened as James explained his findings.

"It says here that you can extract anything that was stolen. In other words, we can take back all the powers that don't originally belong to Jeremiah. Sam would get them back. Since the other people are dead, their powers will be passed on to the next person. The spell is right here. It'll work."

"That's great and all but the bastard is still invincible," muttered Dean.

"Dean!"

John was having a hard enough time already and Dean's sarcasm wasn't helping.

"Look, Dean," he said. "We have less than two hours and a half. Stop the sarcasm and start finding a way."

Dean was about to answer but before he could get the words out, Sam fell back onto the bed. He was struggling like he was in pain and a few seconds later, his whole body went stiff.

"Dad! What happened to him," cried Dean in panic.

"Leave him alone, Dean," replied James. "He'll be fine for now. Let's just try to find a way to get rid of Jeremiah."

Dean reluctantly agreed and the three went back to their endless researching.

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Sam was facing his own problems. But he wasn't awake. He was trapped. Trapped in a nightmare. He looked around. He was in a dark room. The only light came from the candles that hung on the wall. Sam knew this was Jeremiah's doing.

"Where are you," he nearly yelled. "Show yourself you son of a bitch."

It took a few seconds but Jeremiah finally materialized in front of Sam. When he did, Sam rushed at him. Before Sam got even remotely close, Jeremiah blasted him into the wall with the flick of his wrist.

"Now Sam, you should have known better," said Jeremiah. "For one thing, I'm stronger than you. And also, this world you're in; I control it. And there is nothing you can do to stop it."

Jeremiah laughed as Sam sank to the floor in defeat.

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"Holy crap! I think I found something!"

Dean jumped up with the book in his hand.

"What is it," John asked; his voice full of hope.

"Well," Dean started. "it's basically impossible to kill Jeremiah. But instead of killing him, why don't we trap him? You know, lock him up and bury him or something. He'll have no power so he'll just be alive and trapped. Forever. What do you think?"

"Dean," said John. "That really could work. It really could."

They immediately went to work, figuring out what they would need and exactly how they would go about trapping Jeremiah and saving Sam. They had and hour and a half left.

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Ever since he woke up in the nightmare world, Sam was going through hell. Now, he was running through a series of dark hallways. He was trying to get away from a twisted nightmare version of Dean and his father. Just as he rounded the corner, he ran right into Dean.

"Oh look, if it isn't little Sammy," said evil Dean.

"Leave me alone you freak," Sam yelled. "You're not Dean. Get away from me."

Sam turned around to run but he bumped right into Dean again.

"Where ya going Sam," he asked. "Don't try to run. It won't do you any good. Hey Sammy, I thought your arm was broken. Guess your powers must have healed it for you. Oh well, I guess I could break it for you again."

Sam turned around and ran. He ran and ran until he bumped into someone and fell to the ground. He looked up and saw Jeremiah.

"You're running out of time Sam. Tick tock. Tick tock."

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Dean, john, and James had just busted into Jeremiah's house. They put the unconscious Sam on the floor and started looking around the basement.

"Show yourself you bastard," growled Dean.

Jeremiah appeared in front of Dean; startling him. Before Dean could shoot, he was blasted backward into the wall. The same happened with John and James. Jeremiah was about to do something worse. Dean frantically grabbed his gun and shoot wildly. It was a miracle he even hit Jeremiah.

"Come on," said James. "We only got a few minutes. Let's do this."

Dean and John tied the now paralyzed Jeremiah to a chair and James began the exorcism ritual.

"Dimidium eminus firmus gestum gregatim habitus illaturos ipsum judicium laqueum liberalis multus nequeo obviam partim qualitas redigo servus siclinium tempero utilitas vultus accuso antiquus audax beneficium celeritas dominos."

There was an explosion of bright white lights and Jeremiah slumped unconscious. A few seconds later, Sam woke up gasping and coughing. Dean, John, and James ran to him.

"Sam, are you okay," asked Dean.

"Just barely," Sam replied. "Just barely."

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Getting rid of Jeremiah was the easiest part of the whole thing. Since he was paralyzed from the bullets and weak from the exorcism, locking him up and getting rid of him was a piece of cake. The Winchester's were done with Jeremiah. They were ready to get rid of him once and for all. They chained Jeremiah in a steel coffin-like box and threw him in the ocean. The box had a spell put on it so it could never be opened. The nightmare was finally over.

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After putting Jeremiah away for good, the Winchester's went their separate ways. James went back home, and much to the dismay of Sam and Dean, John left too. It was all back to normal now.

"So, Sammy," said Dean.

"Yeah?"

"Ready to find another demon to hunt? Our last job wasn't really that exciting."

"Shut-up, dude," Sam replied laughing.

It was good to laugh now that it was all over. That's exactly what they did. They drove away laughing. They drove away from the nightmare that was now over.

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