Note: Okay, so this is my last chapter.
Sam woke up slowly. He tried to move but found he couldn't. Lifting his head he looked down at himself. He was chained to a wall in what looked like a basement. He glanced around the room.
"Dean?" Sam said. Dean was sitting in the opposite corner. He wasn't chained like Sam, but he didn't look to well. He was sitting with his knees pulled up and his arms wrapped around his chest. Dean looked up at Sam's voice and wrapped his arms tighter around himself.
"She's coming back." Dean said, his voice trembling. "She said she was coming back."
"Dean, we have to get out of here." Too late. The door opened and a woman walked in. She was tall with pale skin and long dark hair. She smiled at Sam.
"Hello, Sam." Sam struggled against the chains.
"Who are you? Why are you doing this?" Her smiled widened a little and she walked over to Dean.
"Why?" She reached up and laid a hand on Dean's bowed head. He cringed away from her touch but didn't fight back. "For revenge, of course."
"What did we ever do to you?"
"Oh, Sam. Not you. Either of you. This is about your father."
"Then why take Dean? Why this elaborate plan? Why not just go after dad?"
"Because, silly. The best way to get to John is to go through his boys."
"So your gonna what? Kill us?" She stepped away from Dean and stood in front of Sam.
"No, Sam, I'm not going to kill you. Oh, you are going to die here. But not by my hand."
"What exactly did dad do to you?" Sam asked, changing the subject. The smiled left her face and fury lit her eyes.
"Killed my sister is what he did."
"What are you? A witch?"
"I wasn't always." Her eyes unfocused a little and she even sounded wistful. "My sister was bitten by a werewolf. I was trying to find a cure. But your father killed her before I could do anything. So, I began searching for a way to get revenge. And I found a way. Someone who could give me the power to get my revenge in exchange for something of mine." Realization dawned on Sam and he raised a horrified gaze to her.
"You sold your soul." She nodded and then looked down at herself.
"They gave me until my body gives out. You see they gave me the power but humans weren't really meant for it. Soon my body will give under the pressure. But not before I have my revenge." Sam swallowed and looked over at Dean again. The smile came back to her face.
"Oh, don't expect him to help you." She walked back to Dean and traced a hand over his face. "He's useless right now." She tilted her head up and her smile grew. "He's coming. I left him a few clues." She winked at Sam and closed her eyes. Sam watched as she vanished right in front of him. Sam nearly jumped out of his skin when he felt cold hands on his cheek.
"Don't worry, Sam." Her voice came from beside him. "I wouldn't miss this for the world." It was a few seconds later when the door banged open. John was standing there, gun in hand. His eyes searched the room and landed on Sam.
"Sam, are you okay?" Sam nodded. "Sam, why did you do that to me?" Sam frowned.
"Dad, your not yourself. You were going to kill Dean!" John shook his head.
"I told you Sam, that was not Dean." He looked around the room again and his gaze landed on Dean, still huddled in the corner. John stared at Dean.
"Don't worry, Sammy. I'll kill it. And then you'll see. You'll be okay." He cocked the gun and walked over to Dean. Sam struggled harder against the chains.
"Dad, don't! That is Dean!" Sam gave a yell, startled when she materialized in front of him. She reached up and put a hand on Sam's throat.
"Sorry Sam. But it's time to say goodbye. Look at it this way you and Dean are dying at the same time." Sam couldn't hold back a scream when pain surged through his head.
Dean was confused and scared. The woman scared the shit out of him. He didn't really know where he was but he knew he couldn't leave. She'd told him not to leave. She'd told him not to move. So, he didn't. Then he heard the scream. It sounded familiar. He frowned. A part of his brain that he didn't even remember any more screamed at him to do something. That it was his responsibility to stop the scream. He looked up. And found himself staring down the barrel of a gun.
Sam wasn't aware of anything other than pain. He didn't know how long it went on. Suddenly, it stopped as fast as it had started and he wondered if he was finally dead. He opened his eyes. Shock filled him. She wasn't in front of him anymore. She was on the floor, dead. A bullet hole strait through her temple. Sam stared, shocked and then looked up. His older brother was standing there, gun in hand. Sam could see John getting up off the floor. He had a bloody nose. John stood beside Dean. His eyes held every emotion that Sam was sure that he would never voice. Relief that they were both okay. Horror that he had almost shot his oldest son. He clapped Dean on the shoulder.
"You did good," was all he said. Dean simply nodded still staring down at the body of the woman.
"Um, excuse me?" Sam said, breaking the somber mood. "Still tied up here." Dean looked up at his brother and grinned.
"What Sam, no thank you?" Dean began undoing the locks. "I did just save your ass, you know." Sam snorted.
"Yeah, after I saved yours."
"Yeah, but Sammy I was cooler about it. Dude, I knocked out dad!"
"Hey!" John said, but without any anger. In fact, amusement lit John's eyes a little.
"Sorry." Dean said to John, not looking sheepish at all. Sam grinned.
"Don't be sorry." Sam answered for John. "It was kind of cool." John rolled his eyes.
"Alright, come on boys. Let's get out of here."
Everything went back to normal after that. Dean didn't talk about what had happened and neither did John or Sam. Sam thought that John just wanted to forget about it. Sam didn't want to, though. He didn't want to forget what Dean meant to him. That Dean had broken through that magic for him. To save him. And how he'd never been more scared in his life than when Dean disappeared. He really hoped that he never forgot it.