--Do I have to say no Wincest intended? Well Im going to anyway. :) --

The No How of Sam Winchester

"It'll be okay, Sam. It'll be alright."

Sam looked up at him, lower lip trembling.

"What if it isn't? What if he doesn't leave me alone?" He asked. Dean sighed.

"Then you'll have to say yes eventually." He said simply.


"I mean, you did start it anyway. You should have to suffer for that. I spent thirty years getting tortured. A couple hours shouldn't kill you. But you just love to whine, don't ya?" Dean said coldly, letting Sam's hand go with a jerk.

"D-Dean what are y-you-?"

"Nobody else on the face of the planet matters. It's just you, you, you, isn't it, Sam?"

"Dean, I-" He cried out when Dean's fist struck his jaw, hard.

"Shut up!" Dean barked. "I am so sick of your bitching. And after everything I've done for you," He looked at Sam in disgust. "I've died for you, Sam, died. And how did you thank me, huh?!" He grabbed Sam by his hair and dragged him off the bed. "By runnin' off with some whore!" He punched Sam again, a few times. He kicked him hard in the ribs, splitting stitches open. Sam rolled across the floor more and more with each blow. He was crying, blood in his mouth.

Dean grabbed a handful of his hair again, forcing his face up.

"You chose her over me. You stopped caring about me. You never really understood what I went through down there. And it was all for you. I went to HELL for you!" He punched him in the face again. "If you wouldn't have been born Mom would still be alive. Dad too. It's your fault they're dead, Sam. It's your fault the apocalypse started." He hissed. Sam was crying softly, begging his brother with his eyes to stop hurting him. Every wound, new or old, was pulsating with agony. He didn't want Dean to hurt him, he wanted him to help him. He wanted him to hold him, like he was earlier. But that had all changed. Dean's expression was of pure loathing and disgust. And merciless.

"Dean, please, p-please, I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. Please, please don't hurt me. Please, Dean, I'm sorry." He whimpered. Dean pretended like he didn't hear him.

"You know what pissed me off the most? You know what really hurt me?" Suddenly Dean's hands were around his throat, squeezing. Sam clutched at Dean's fingers, his face turning red, trying to breathe. Dean smiled an icy grin that scared Sam desperately.

"When you tried to kill me, Sam," He said. Tears fell from Sam's eyes. He tried to form the words to beg. But he couldn't even breathe. Dean laughed. "Now I know why you did it. It feels great." Sam whimpered, still scratching weakly at Dean's hands. Dean let him go, leaving Sam coughing hard on the floor, sobbing.

"I'm sorry, Dean. I'm so-so sorry. Please, n-no more." He begged. Dean backhanded him.

"I wanna show you something, Sammy." He said, a glint in his eye Sam had never seen before. He grabbed Sam's hair and hauled him toward the bathroom. He struggled weakly, still crying.

"No, Dean, no, please no!" He pleaded. Dean threw him onto the linoleum laughing when his face struck. He picked Sam up by the back of his neck and slammed his chest into the side of the tub.

Sam gasped for air, coughing and sobbing, breath wheezing. The back of his neck was grabbed again.

"Something I learned down there, thanks to you. You wanna see how good I got at it?" He hissed in his ear. Sam looked at the icy water that filled the tub, heart pounding hard.

"Dean, please, no. Please, I'm sorry, I'm so sorry."

"It's too late to be sorry."

Sam's head was submerged seconds later. His lungs tightened, the water surrounding him in a horrible vacuum of nothing. His chest hurt, his throat was going to cave in. Dean pulled his head out.

He gasped for air, coughing up blood and water.

Hours, maybe minutes passed by. And he was sure he was going to die by Dean's hand.

"Dean," He shuddered. "P-Please, d-d-don't. No m-m-more."

His head was shoved under again, and everything went black.


"Sammy, I'm not hurting you, Sammy, it's alright." Dean assured. Sam was drenched in water and blood. Dean had no idea how Sam had gotten wet, he'd been in Dean's arms the entire time.

"I'm not hurting you, Sammy, shh…" Dean soothed. Sam kept getting wetter and wetter, crying harder and harder, gasping for air every so often.

"Sammy, Sammy, what's he doing to you?!" Dean didn't know what to do. He felt so helpless, he had no idea how to help Sam, or if he even could.

"Dean," He shuddered. "P-Please, d-d-don't. No m-m-more." Sam whimpered.

"Sammy, I'm not doing anything, I promise. Shh…I'm not hurting you. Whatever you're seeing isn't real, Sammy. I swear. Shh… It's alright. Please, wake up, Sammy, shhh…"

Sam made the same gurgling sound he had been for the past twenty minutes. And then, out of nowhere he collapsed without a sound.

"Sam? SAMMY?!" He shook Sam's shoulders, checking for a pulse. It was small, but it was still there. "Sammy, wake up, wake up, please. Please wake up. C'mon Sammy."

Sam's eyes flickered open, swollen and bright with fever. Instantly he tried wriggling away from Dean.

"No, no, no, please, Dean don't. Don't hurt me, please!" He begged.

"Hey, hey, hey, easy, Sammy, easy. I won't hurt you. Why would I hurt you? I wouldn't do that, Sammy." He said gently. Sam shook his head, flinging drops of water.

"No, n-no, you hit me, and you, y-you choked me," He sobbed softly. Dean winced, looking at the reddish brown ligature marks on his little brother's neck. "And you, you shoved m-my head under w-water." Sam turned his face away from him, crying into the pillow and curling into a ball, anything to get away from him. Dean felt tears in his own eyes. Sam was trembling uncontrollably under the blanket, terrified of his older brother. And Dean didn't even do anything.

"Sammy, look at me, please," He said softly, gently coaxing Sam's face toward him. Sam resisted, whimpering but he did look. "Sammy, I would never hurt you. Never. How could I? You're my little brother, I can't hurt you, I'm supposed to protect you." Sam shut his eyes and tried to look away again, whimpering still.

"Hey, hey," Dean held his face between his hands. "I could never hurt you, Sammy. I couldn't. What you saw was not real. He's trying to hurt you through me. I'd never hurt you Sam. I didn't do this to you, I swear." Tears were slipping down his cheeks against his well.

"Y-you didn't..?" Sam whispered. Dean shook his head.

"No, Sammy, I didn't. Please, let me clean you up, Sammy. Please, I won't hurt you."

"Dean." Sam sobbed. Dean hugged him carefully, trying not to hurt him.

"Shh…It's okay, Sammy. It's alright. Shh…"

He had to redo his stitches and wrap his ribs again.

Sam fell asleep hugging his brother. Who didn't hurt him.

Dean stayed awake, waiting for that son of a bitch to do something else to his little brother.

"How is he?" Castiel asked, abruptly appearing beside him. Dean was so used to sudden outbursts he didn't even jump.

"Shitty," He said hoarsely. "Did you find anything out?" He wanted to be hopeful, but there wasn't much hope to give.

"Yes," The angel said. Dean looked up at him. "Sam is the only one that can drive Lucifer out. He has to realize that Lucifer can't really hurt him unless he lets him."

"What do you mean he can't hurt him? Look at him, Cas!" Dean exclaimed. Castiel nodded.

"Dreams can't really hurt you, can they?" He said. Dean shook his head, wondering where he was going with this. "It's the same with Lucifer. As long as Sam believes the Devil can hurt him he will. You have to tell him that he can't. When he does that Lucifer will be cast out of his mind once more."

"Who told you that?" Dean asked. Castiel cleared his throat.

"I, uh, talked to Gabriel again." He said quietly.

"You didn't make a deal with him, did you?!" Dean asked frantically. Castiel shook his head.

"No, I, um, sort of persuaded the information out of him…with holy oil." He mumbled.

"Thank you," Dean whispered. "Thank you so much." Castiel nodded.

Sam uttered a very soft whimper, gripping Dean's arm a little tighter.

"Sammy, Sammy, listen to me, you can get him out, Sam," Dean said intensely. "Dreams can't hurt you, huh buddy? They can't hurt you. You hear me? They can't hurt you."

Sam shuddered, whimpering again. His eyes opened, but they were the same blank and glazed over ones that he'd had every time Satan hurt him.

"C'mon Sammy, get him outta there. Can you hear me, Sammy?"

"Dean…Help." Sam begged.

"You have to get him out of there, Sam, I can't. Fight him, Sammy. Fight him."

Sam looked around the dim warehouse, pulling weakly at the rope scraping his wrists.

"Where are you?!" He yelled, but his voice didn't sound as nearly as forceful as he would have liked. "You want me? Come get me!"

He could hear Dean's voice, but it was muffled and he couldn't make it out.

"Dean! Help me, please!" He pleaded, looking around fearfully. He was going to show up any second to hurt him some more. He was scared, very scared. But he would fight, because that's what he's supposed to do. Fight.

"Sam, how does this have to go on?" He appeared right in front of him. "How long do I have to hurt you before you'll simply give in? I could go as far as killing your brother, you know."

"No!" Sam shouted. "No, please, leave Dean alone. It's me you want, just me, leave Dean alone."

"Dreams can't hurt you, Sammy!" Dean's voice. "He can't hurt you! Fight him, Sammy!"

Sam looked up, and then looked at Lucifer, who was very angry.

"He really shouldn't have done that."

Outside Sam's head, a blinding pain went into Dean's.

Dean screamed, unable to see or think. Castiel moved to him, completely lost as to what to do.

"SAAAAAMM!" Dean screamed, blood pouring out of his nose, his mouth and his ears. His arms wrapped tightly around Sam before he collapsed on the bed next him.

"DEAN!" Castiel yelled, scared.

Sam could hear Dean screaming. He lunged at Lucifer, being stopped by the ropes.


"Say yes and Dean will live. Say no and, well…"

Dean's screaming intensified.

"STOP IT!" Sam screamed.

"Sam, listen to me!" That was Castiel. "He can't hurt you unless you let him! Dreams can not hurt you!"

Sam looked at him. The reason why he was in so much pain, the reason his brother was screaming in his ears.

"You can't hurt me," He said quietly. "You can't hurt me at all. You're not really here. Dreams can't hurt me. YOU CAN'T HURT ME!"

"Oh, really?" Lucifer clenched his fist, but nothing happened. He tried again. Still nothing. Sam smiled through the horrible pain that was starting to fade from his body, relieved.

"Yeah, now GET OUT OF MY HEEEAAADDD!" Lucifer disappeared; Sam woke up; Dean stopped screaming.

Sam looked at his brother, not feeling any pain at all. Dean's face was drenched in blood, but he seemed to be alright. Castiel was looking at both of them, obviously shaken up.

"Are you two alright?" He asked, voice shaky. Sam nodded, Dean did as well.

Sam looked at his arms where there had been bruises, felt his ribs that had been broken. They were fine.

Though Dean should theoretically have been dead from a brain aneurism he was fine, not even a headache.

"Thank God," He grunted, sitting up. "Well, thanks Cas." He revised. The angel nodded.

"If you're both okay, I'm going to go calm down before I give Jimmy a heart attack." He said stoically. In a blink he was gone.

Dean looked at his scared little brother, who was still breathing hard and looking around, bewildered.

"You alright?" He asked quietly. Sam nodded, sitting up without it hurting for the first time in four days.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm okay."

"You scared the shit out of me." He said, even more quiet.

"Sorry," Sam mumbled. "Thank you."

"For what?"

"For being there. For helping me…even though I don't deserve it. Thank you." Sam said, finally meeting his eyes.

"You don't deserve..? Sammy, what did you expect me to do? Sit there and watch you suffer? I can't do that, Sammy. You're my little brother, I'd do anything for you." He said. Sam folded his hands and looked down at them.

"What if he comes back? What if he tries something else?" He whispered.

"Then we'll fight him just like we did this time. You're not gonna do it alone. I'll be there to help you no matter what, okay?" Dean assured.

"I'm scared, Dean," Sam swallowed hard. "I'm really scared." Dean clapped his hand on Sam's shoulder, giving a reassuring squeeze.

"I know. I know, Sammy. I am too. But I will fight this son of a bitch with you tooth and nail with you until I go down. I promise." He said.

Sam smiled painfully at him.

"And I'll fight Michael, with you." He said.

They both knew that either of these fights would probably kill one or both of them. But they'd do it together.


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