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Thank you to those wonderful few of you that reviewed! I know it's pretty violent, but I'd really like to know what you think of the final chapter. And just a little warning - It is pretty gruesome, even for me. If you don't like that, maybe you should check out one of my tamer fics. Enjoy! Chapter Three
Thank you to those wonderful few of you that reviewed! I know it's pretty violent, but I'd really like to know what you think of the final chapter.
And just a little warning - It is pretty gruesome, even for me. If you don't like that, maybe you should check out one of my tamer fics.
Later that day, after Sam and Dean have picked up Sam's new glasses, they are driving back towards their motel when Sam says. "I think we should go to Bobby's." Knowing that even though he is improving, there is no way he'll be able to do research, and when the time comes, hunt Lilith, so he needs someone else to help Dean.
Without pause, but for very different reasons, Dean agrees as he pulls into the motel parking lot. "Sure."
They arrive at Bobby's house the next afternoon. Dean had called him the night before to say that they were on their way, he tried to tell him why, but he just couldn't find the words, he had to see this to understand it. So when Bobby saw Sam step out of the car wearing glasses and an eye patch, to say he is shocked would be an understatement of epic proportions.
Bobby covers the ground between them in record time, and as he reaches Sam, he questions him. "What hell happened to you, boy?"
Sam's hand goes straight to the eye patch as he tells Bobby. "Our last hunt went bad."
"That's the understatement of the year." Dean says as he walks up to them, he then elaborates. "Sam went after Doc Benton, he was a real doctor, got into necromancy, should have died long ago, it was Sam's latest genius plan to save me, problem is that the Doc found out what Sam was up to, and came after him, this-" Dean motions to Sam's face. "-happened before I could get there."
"Damn." Bobby mutters before he says to Sam and Dean. "Come on inside."
A month later, they have less than two weeks left, and no one is getting much sleep at Singer Salvage Yard. One night Bobby finds Sam sitting in the study, reading through yet another text, the silent tears rolling down Sam's face tell Bobby exactly how well the research is going.
Bobby sits down beside Sam, and asks him. "You alright, Sam?"
Sam looks over at Bobby wearily, and tells him. "Not really. We have two weeks left, Bobby. Two weeks. There must be something, somewhere, we have to be able to save him, I can't let him go to hell."
"We are going to find something, Sam." Bobby tries to reassure him.
Sam sighs, and then tells Bobby. "Even if we do find something, and that's a damn big if, what's going to happen when we need to fight, and I can't see what is happening well enough to help Dean, to protect him? I'm useless, Bobby. I can barely even protect myself anymore."
Bobby is silent for a moment, unsure of what to say, but then he tells Sam. "You ain't useless, Sam. And when we find a way to save Dean I'll be right there with you boys to help."
"Whatever you say, Bobby." Sam says before looking pointedly back down at the book, ending the conversation.
Two weeks later, Dean has just taken Ruby's knife, and he, Bobby, and Sam are getting ready to go after Lilith. But Dean has reservations about Sam coming with them, he isn't at the top of his game, he could get hurt.
Eventually, just as they are preparing to leave, Dean pulls Sam aside, and says. "I think me and Bobby have gotta do this alone, Sam."
Sam looks at Dean incredulously as he says. "No way, Dean! I'm coming with you."
Sam interrupts Dean before he can say another word. "No, Dean! I'm coming with you."
Dean sighs, and raises his hands in a mocking sign of defeat as he says. "Fine." And then as an afterthought he adds. "But please Sammy, be careful."
"Dean, I'm not going to let you go to hell, Dean." Sam shouts at his stubborn older brother as he realises that time is up, and there's nothing he can do.
"Yes you are!" Dean shouts back, and then more quietly he says. "...yes you are. I'm sorry, I mean this is all my fault, I know that, but what you're doing, it's not going to save me, it's only going to kill you."
"What am I supposed to do? I can't even fight any more." Sam says hopelessly.
Dean places a comforting hand on Sam's arm as he says. "Just take care of yourself, go stay with Bobby."
Sam nods sadly.
Dean then in mock seriousness adds. "And take car of my wheels, or I'll find a way back here just to kick your ass."
Before they can say anymore, an old grandfather clock strikes midnight, and the howl of hell hounds fills the air.
"I'm sorry Dean, I wouldn't wish this upon my worst enemy." Ruby says pityingly as they wait for the inevitable.
After a moment, Dean, with sheer panic in his voice says. "Hell hound."
"Where?" Sam asks, looking around for all the good it'll do.
Dean looks towards the ground, and tells them. "Right there."
Without hesitation they bolt through a set of doors, and slam them shut behind them. Then Ruby and Sam hold the doors closed while Dean puts down a line of gopher dust.
As Dean is putting gopher dust down at every window and door, Ruby suddenly orders Sam. "Give me the knife, maybe I can fight it off."
Sam looks at her, surprised. "What?"
"Come on! That dust won't last forever."
Sam is about to hand over the knife when Dean shouts. "Wait!"
"You want to die?"
"Sam, that's not Ruby. It's not Ruby."
Sam immediately goes to stab her, but she flings him into a wall, and pins both of them down.
"How long have you been in her?" Dean demands from where he is pinned to a large dining table.
"Not long, but I like it, it's all grown up and pretty."
"And where's Ruby?" Sam questions. They need her, without her he has no chance of getting Dean out of this.
"She was a very bad girl, so I sent her far, far away." Lilith says, moving her head causing her neck to crack sickeningly as she does so.
"You know I should've seen it before. But you all look alike to me." Dean tells her, maliciously.
Lilith ignores Dean, and goes over to Sam. "Hello, Sam. I've wanted to meet you for a very long time." She grabs his face, and knocks his head back against the wall. "You could have been great, but now you're just some half blind loser ...I'll have to go say thanks to that doc, he made my life so much easier."
Sam tries to fight her hold, with no success, he then says. "Fine, you have me, now let my brother go."
"Silly goose. You want to bargain, you have to have something I want. Tsk, tsk, tsk ...you don't."
"So is this your big plan, huh? Drag me to hell, kill Sam, and then what? Become queen bitch?" Dean asks her venomously as he desperately wishes that could save Sam from witnessing his death, even thinking that maybe it would've been better if he had've lost both eyes; no one should see this.
"I don't have to answer to puppy chow." Lilith says mockingly as she walks over to the door, and the she says. "Sic him boy." Before opening it, and unleashing the hell hound on Dean.
"No!" Dean screams as he sees the hell hound lunge at him.
"No, stop!" Sam screams as the hell hound starts ripping at Dean, who is still helpless, unable to move because of Lilith. "Stop! Stop it! No!" His screams increase in desperation and volume as more and more gashes become visible in Dean's torso, blood pouring out. "No! Stop it! Stop it! No!"
"Yes." Lilith says as she raises her hand, and releases a blinding white light.
But then, though he has no idea how, Sam disarms her, and is released from her hold. He grabs the knife, and walks towards her.
"Back. I said back." Lilith says weakly, now powerless.
"I don't think so." Sam says as he goes to stab her, but he hesitates, trying to make sure his aim is right, and she escapes from her host, and her host's body falls limply to the floor, right beside Dean, leaving Sam alone with the confronting reality, his brother is dead, he's alone. "No. No. No. Dean." Sam breaks down as he holds Dean's bloodied body in his arms.
One month after Sam and Bobby have returned to South Dakota, Sam leaves in the middle of the night without telling Bobby anything.
Not long after he's left Bobby's, Sam meets up with Ruby in an abandoned warehouse. Pleasantries aside, Sam tells Ruby. "I need you to train me. It's the best chance I've got to go after Lilith, and get Dean back. Please."
Ruby smirks confidently as she replies. "About time you come to your senses, Sammy." After a brief pause she cocks her head as she tells Sam. "I'll train you, but not until you have dealt with your eyes."
Sam looks at her, confused. What does that have to do with this?
"Listen, Sam. As you are right now everything you come across can clearly see your weakness. You know what'll happen if you come across a demon, or any other thing? What do you think will happen? ...They'll rip you to shreds." Ruby coldly informs him.
Shocked, but knowing what she's saying is right, Sam says. "Okay, I'll get it sorted."
The next day Sam manages to get in to see Dr Martin to get the prosthetic eye fitted, and a contact lens for his remaining eye in place of the glasses.
The whole process takes less than an hour, and then Sam walks out of the office, seemingly with perfect vision, but that doesn't bring him any happiness or excitement, he just gets into the Impala, and drives back to his motel to meet up with Ruby, they've got work to do.
Three months later, Sam is training with Ruby is yet another motel room when there is a knock on the door, Ruby goes to answer it.
After a moment, Sam walks up to Ruby, and when he looks over at the open door, he could not be more shocked to see Dean standing there at Bobby's side.
And at the same time, Dean sees Sam, and is shocked, and overjoyed by the simple fact that his brother looks normal, like his ordeal with Doctor Benton never happened.
"Heya Sammy." Dean says simply as he smiles at Sam.
Sam, not believing that Dean could really be back, lunges at Dean with a silver knife.
Bobby pulls him away just before he can strike Dean; apparently his aim is much more accurate now.
"Who are you?!" Sam screams at Dean as Bobby holds him back.
"Like you didn't do this." Dean says disbelievingly, this must have been Sam's doing.
"Do what?" Sam mutters, still fighting Bobby's hold on him.
"It's him, Sam. We've been through this already, it's really him." Bobby assures Sam, and then as he feels Sam settle down, he lets him go.
"I know, I look fantastic." Dean says confidently, he then adds. "You do too. It's good to see you looking..." He trails off, not sure what he's trying to say.
But Sam knows exactly what he means, and says. "Normal."
They both smirk at each other, they're back together, and things can get back to normal. Dean then pulls his baby brother into a firm embrace.
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