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Carnival of Death

Chapter fourteen

It was then he heard a soft moan and gently lowered Sam away from his chest. He knew what he had heard but it wasn't possible, Sam was dead. He couldn't allow himself to get his hopes up; he knew he couldn't go through losing his brother again. He shut his eyes, almost too scared to look at Sam's face, not wanting to see his brother's blank eyes looking back at him. He swallowed the lump in his throat then opened his eyes. Looking up at him was his brother, a confused look on his face.

"Sam? Sammy!" Tears of joy flowed down Dean's face as he pulled his brother into a hug then quickly lowered him embarrassed by his show of emotion. "But you were dead…"

"Dead?...What…what's going on Dean?" Sam said sitting up. The last thing he remembered was turning around and looking into the demon's face.

Dean gently touched Sam's neck. Where once there was a gaping wound there was now only a faded scar.

"Sam you were dead, I watched you die." He looked at Sam in disbelief.

"Hey…" Sam gave a nervous laugh. "You're beginning to scare me. I feel fine." Sam said sitting up then noticing the blood on both Dean and himself. "What's the hell's going on Dean? Whose blood is this?" He asked looking down at his chest.

"Yours." Dean knew no one could lose the amount of blood Sam lost and be sitting there talking to him.

Kyle walked over and stood in front of them, a shocked look on his face.

"Your brother was dead…there's no way he could have survived that wound." He said looking at Dean. "How….How could he…."

"I don't know."

"What about the others?" Kyle said looking back at the ruins.

"Oh God…" Dean also looked at the smoldering ruins. If Sam was alive, had those people been also?

"Dean, you saw the missing people?" Sam could tell by Dean's face that something was terribly wrong.

"They were in the house…My God I thought they were dead….but I thought you were dead …."

"You mean…." Sam couldn't bring himself to say it.

"We burned the house down to destroy that thing but…"

"They might have been alive?" Sam said horrified.

Dean ran his hand through his hair as he blinked back tears.

"I don't know…I don't think so but….This whole thing might have been some horrible illusion….I thought you were dead, but ….you're not."

Kyle looked at Dean.

"The House of Mirrors was once called The House of Illusions. You don't think…."

"I don't know what to think anymore….I know what I saw…and I know those people were dead."

"Well I know I saw that thing reach for the security guard…that was no illusion."

Dean looked back at Sam.

"How do you feel?"

"I feel fine." Sam looked down at himself; even the blood was now starting to fade from his clothes.

They watched as Kyle's men raked through the ashes wondering what they might discover.

"There's nothing here boss." One of the men yelled over to Kyle. "No bodies…nothing."

Dean and Sam looked at each other; they both could smell the sulfur in the air, evidence that a demon had been nearby. By why would it take the others and let Sam live? They knew they may never know the answer.

Dean could hear sirens approaching and right now all he wanted was to get out of there and not get involved with talking to the cops.

"Look, my brother and I need to head on out…there's nothing here but a pile of ashes so there shouldn't be many questions."

"I understand… go on get out of here. We'll just tell them there was an electrical fire and no one was hurt." Kyle knew that a lot of people who worked at carnivals tried to avoid the cops so Dean wanting to leave was no surprise to him.

"Thanks." Dean said as he shook Kyle's hand.

"I don't know who you boys are or what's going on here, but I do know I saw something in that house….something not human."

"Don't worry, it's gone now. But do me a favor; don't try to salvage any of the house. Build yourself a new one if you want to, but just don't use any pieces from this one."

"After what I saw I'll probably never build another one." Kyle patted Dean on the shoulder. "You boys take it easy." He said looking back and forth between them.

Dean and Sam headed back to their car.

"You really thought I was dead?" Sam asked.

"Sam, I didn't think it, I knew it. Your throat was cut clean through, no one could have survived that.

"Then how did I?"

"I don't know Sam. The only thing I can come up with is that there must have been a tiny bit of life still in you and when the demon was destroyed your life force was restored."

"But what about the others?"

"I saw them Sam….they were dead….I'm sure of it." Dean hoped he was right, he wouldn't allow himself to think he might have burned the house down around them.

"Then you think it's over? You think the disappearances will end?"

"Yeah I think it's over. Why,… don't you?"

Sam stopped walking and looked back at the carnival. He didn't know why, but he had a strange feeling. The demon had gone up in the fire, and the odds that there was more then one demon were minimal.

"I hope so." Sam said wondering why he couldn't shake the odd feeling as they continued walking toward their car.

The only thing Dean wanted was to get out of the town and hold up at a motel for a few days. He had almost lost his brother and the thought of going out on another hunt was the last thing on his mind right now. He knew they would, it was what they did, but the grief and loneliness he felt when he thought Sam had died would stay with him forever, and he never wanted to go through that again.

Neither of the brothers saw the creature who watched them through the reflection of the trailer's side mirror as they walked by. It was weak but it had somehow escaped the flames and had only moved to a new location. Someday, somehow it would get even with the men who had destroyed its lair and had almost destroyed it.

The End

Sorry to get some of you upset with the last chapter but you guys should know me by now. I'd never kill Dean or Sam off. If I did I wouldn't be able to torture them in another story.