This is the last chapter. I hope you're not disappointed. Thanks again to all who took the time to review.
"Sam!" Dean shouted hopefully as he parked the car then tucked the salt gun into his waistband and covered it with his jacket as he ran across the street over to the alley. "Sammy! Sammy you here?" He cautiously walked through the alley. "Sammy it's me…I know you're hurt Sam…I just want to help you."
Dean swallowed the lump in his throat when there was no answer. Maybe Sam was already dead and beyond help. No, he couldn't think that way. He was going to find Sam and everything was going to be okay. He sucked in his breath when he saw drops of blood leading toward a dumpster. He quickly ran over to it then taking out the salt gun looked behind it. Sam lay crumpled in a dirty bloody heap in back of it.
"Sam!" Dean knelt down next to him but kept his hand on the salt gun. He couldn't take the chance that maybe this was only Sam's body and his mind now belonged to the murderous spirit.
Sam moaned softly and opened his eyes.
"Yeah Sam it's me." Dean put the salt gun down as he examined his brother. He could see a deep gash in Sam's side which was bleeding badly. "Sammy, you've been hurt….I got to get you back to the motel. I'm going to get the car, I'll be right back." Dean ran out of the alley and drove the car over and parked next to the dumpster. "Okay Sammy now take it easy." Dean said as he gently pulled Sam up then helped him into the passenger's seat. Once Sam was safely inside Dean picked up the salt gun then ran around to the driver's side jumped in and pulled away. He never noticed the body of the man the spirit had inhabited earlier lying further down the alley.
Dean helped Sam into the motel room and over to one of the beds.
"Now let me take a look at that." He said as he pulled back Sam's shirt and examined his wound. "Just a deep graze….You're lucky Sam, this is the second time in the last few days you've been grazed by a bullet. You could have been killed." Dean said as he got up and returned with the first aide kit. "You had me worried Sam. Why didn't you answer your phone?" He decided not to mention the murdered woman. Right now all he wanted to do was get Sam patched up and out of the county. He began cleaning the deep wound in preparation for stitches.
"No…no…" Sam moaned as he tried to push Dean's hands away.
"Sam I know it hurts but I got to clean out the wound."
"Sam I got to do it. The cops are out looking for you and I can't take you to the hospital."
Dean looked into Sam's worried eyes.
"Sammy it's going to be okay." He said gently. "I'm getting you out of here tonight."
"Dean… he's here….he's here…." Sam grabbed Dean's arm and looked into his eyes.
Dean released Sam's grasp from his arm then walked over to the door and locked it as he peeked out the window.
"No ones out there Sam." Dean said as he walked back to the bed.
"He's in me Dean…he's inside my head…I can feel him."
Dean started to reach for the salt gun knowing it was the only way to destroy the spirit. He knew the salt blast would hurt Sam but not seriously. But before he could reach for it Sam stood up and backhanded him hard across the face. Dean looked into his brother's face and could see his expression change from fear to hate.
"Your brother's mind is strong but he's no match for me. Soon his body and mind will be one with me."
"You son of a bitch!" Dean shouted as he once more tried to reach the gun but this time Sam picked him up and threw him against the wall. Dean grunted in pain as he hit the wall hard.
"Your brother will now carry out my work…There's nothing you can do to stop me."
"Get out of him you bastard!" As Dean slowly stood up and began walking toward him Sam reached over and picked up a gun on the bedside table. But this gun was loaded with bullets not salt.
"I don't want to kill you but you leave me no choice." Sam picked up the gun and pointed it at Dean.
"Sammy." Dean looked into his brother's face trying to get through to him. "Sam…fight him…you don't want to do this."
Sam shut his eyes for a few seconds then opened them.
"Dean…" Sam lowered the gun as he momentarily gained control over the spirit's hold on him. "Get out of here I can't fight it."
"Sammy I'm not leaving you." He knew if he left the spirit would win and Sam would be lost.
"Please Dean…I can't control it…"
Dean slowly eased his way toward the salt gun knowing it was the only way to help Sam, but the spirit noticed and once more fought for control of Sam's body as he pointed the gun at Dean determined to kill him.
"Noooo!" Sam shouted as he forced the gun to his own head and away from Dean.
"Sammy no!" Dean screamed as he saw what Sam was going to do, sacrifice himself to save him. He dived for the salt gun and fired it into Sam before he could shoot himself.
Sam's body flew back from the impact of the salt and fell to the floor. Dean watched as a dark grey like mist came out of Sam and hovered over his body then attempted to reenter him. He quickly fired into the mist before it could and watched as it slowly disappeared. Dean threw the gun down and ran to Sam's side. He sat on the floor next to him and gently pulled him into his arms.
"Sammy? Come on Sam talk to me." He said as he wiped the salt off of Sam's face and chest. "Come on buddy wake up." Dean gently patted Sam's face.
Sam moaned in pain as he opened his eyes and looked up into Dean's worried face.
"You …you shot me…" Sam winced as he rubbed his chest.
"Sorry Sammy, I didn't have a choice. How do you feel?"
"Like I've been shot." Sam gave him a small smile.
"You know what I mean." Dean said as he continued brushing the salt off of Sam's chest. "Is it gone?"
Sam shut his eyes for a few seconds then looked back up at Dean.
"Yeah… I can't feel him anymore."
"Good, then it's finally over."
Sam tried to sit up and Dean put his arm behind his back to steady him. "Easy…just take it easy."
"Dean." Sam looked at his brother as he sat up. "I didn't hurt anyone last night did I? I can't remember." Now that the spirit was destroyed the night before was a complete blank to Sam.
"No Sam, you didn't hurt anyone." Dean lied. In truth he had no idea if the spirit had caused Sam to kill the woman in the alley or if it had still been in the other man's body. But even if Sam had done it, Dean knew it wasn't really Sam doing the killing.
Sam reached down and touched his bleeding side.
"Well then how did I get this?"
"You must have fallen and cut yourself." Dean once more lied. There was no way he was going to tell his brother that the cops had shot him thinking he had murdered a woman.
"It's over Sam, trust me."
Sam looked at Dean and could tell he wasn't telling him the entire truth. But he was exhausted and hadn't slept well for the last two weeks. Right now all he wanted to do was crawl back into bed and get some sleep. Tomorrow he would ask Dean what really happened and hoped his brother would tell him the truth.
Dean finished cleaning Sam's wound then stitched him up. It was a painful procedure but one they both were use to. Once he got Sam settled in bed he packed both their bags while his brother slept. He then sat in a chair next to Sam's bed and turned the TV on low. He just caught the end of the newscast.
The suspect is a white male with long dark hair, slim built, around six feet three. Do not approach this person but call the police immediately. Suspect is believed armed and extremely dangerous.
Dean turned off the TV and looked over at his brother. Tomorrow after Sam got some rest they would leave. He swore to himself that Sam would never learn the truth, that he might have actually killed a woman. He pulled the chair next to his brother's bed and pulled the covers up over him.
"Goodnight Sammy." He said softly as he settled back in his chair. He knew he wouldn't be getting any sleep tonight, at least until three AM was long past.