Whoa! Thanks for the reviews on the last chapter. I really didn't mean to upset anyone. ….. I'm really not that evil. Just read on and everything will be explained…….
Dean felt a hand on his shoulder and looked back. His dad stood behind him.
"I'm sorry Dad…I tried to save him…I tried…" He sobbed as he looked back down at his brother. "I can't believe he's gone Dad…What am I going to do without him?"
Instead of comforting his son John admonished him.
"You were responsible for him Dean…I trusted you with him. I trusted you and now he's dead."
"I tried Dad…I tried to save him, but I couldn't…."
"You failed me Dean…and you failed your brother….Sam's dead because you didn't keep your eye on him…You didn't try hard enough…maybe you just didn't care enough."
"Didn't care! What do you mean I didn't care? I'd give anything to have him back." Dean's eyes filled up. "I wish it was me in that coffin instead of him."
"You should have looked out for him Dean. I told you to keep him safe. Was that too much to ask of you?"
"But I tried. I thought…I thought I found her in time…I thought Sam had a chance."
"I really think you're glad that he's dead. You always thought you were saddled with him when you were younger. How many times did you complain to me about him? How many times were we on a hunt and you complained about having to watch out for him? Well Dean, now your brother's gone and you're finally free from him."
Tears streamed down Dean's face as he listened to his Dad. He knew as a kid he was always complaining about having to watch out for his kid brother, he knew that much was true. But it wasn't that he didn't love Sam, he did, more then anything. He would have died for his brother and almost did a few times while protecting him. But now when it counted, when Sam needed him most, he had failed him, and now he was dead. A feeling of despair and loneliness overwhelmed him and he turned to his father. But his father had left and he now stood alone at Sam's coffin.
"Oh God Sammy I'm sorry….I'm so sorry!" Tears flowed down his face as he grabbed the side of the coffin.
Then he heard it…off in the distance someone calling his name. It sounded like Sam, but he knew it couldn't be Sam, Sam was dead. He turned toward the sound.
"Dean…Dean wake up."
He felt someone touch him and his eyes popped open and he looked into the face of his worried brother.
"Sam!" He shouted, overjoyed to see his brother alive. Then he remembered, Sam had woken up from his coma yesterday with all his symptoms gone. The doctors thought it was some kind of miracle but Dean knew the real reason, the demon no longer had control of his brother.
"That must have been some nightmare you were having." Sam said looking over at Dean from his hospital bed.
"Yeah it was." Dean said as he sat up in the chair. He wiped the tears from his face embarrassed that Sam had seen them.
"What was it about?"
"Well it didn't seem like nothing to me. It sounded like you were talking to Dad."
"Look, I don't want to talk about it okay."
"Sure…but it sounded like you were really upset about something. You know, sometimes it helps to talk about it."
"It was just a dream Sam. Forget about it, it's over." Dean just wanted to forget the dream. There was no way he wanted to relive it by talking about it.
"Okay, okay." Sam smiled as he put his hands up. "We don't have to talk about it." Sam looked over at his brother and changed the subject. "So you think this demon is gone now that you burned my picture?"
"Well it looks that way, according to Dad's journal if it can't complete the thirteen kills it will die. All I know is that when I hit it with the holy water its skin started to break apart and after I burned the picture it ran into the hallway and when I went out after it, it was gone, hopefully dead or at least back in hell."
"Yeah….let's hope so."
"Did they say when you can get out of here?"
"They said I could leave by this afternoon if all their tests come back negative."
Dean looked over at Sam and smiled.
"Well even though you're a pain in the ass sometimes… it's good to have you back Bro….I really thought I was too late. She said you were dead and at first I believed her."
"Yeah well, I thought I was dead too. I couldn't move…I couldn't see…I was scared…I was scared I wouldn't get to say goodbye."
Dean swallowed hard and looked away not wanting Sam to see the tears that filled his eyes as the picture of his brother lying in his casket kept replaying over and over in his head.
"Well no one's saying goodbye….The bitch is back in hell where she belongs, and once you're out of here we're getting far from this town and never looking back." That's all Dean wanted to do, put this town and the memories of almost losing his brother far behind him.
An old woman roamed the back alleys, sores now covered her body where before her skin was smooth and unmarked. Her beauty was gone but she was alive. Her only thought to some day take revenge on the brothers who did this to her.
Don't worry I never would kill Sammy, I love him. Just like to smack him around a little, that's all. :-)