Hello there. I feel that I have to apologize, this story really seems to have gone off the rails and although I had thought about just letting it sit and stew until inspiration found me again, I thought I had better put it out of its misery. I do appreciate all of those out there who have taken the time to read and review, it truly does mean so much! I hope that you will be able to find even an inkling of enjoyment out of its conclusion. Thanks again! :)
"Okay, there it is. Let's get to work before Jekyll makes another appearance. Are you good Dean?"
"Wow.. Jekyll, that's fricken hilarious dude. Yeah yeah, of course, always good Sammy. Let's light 'em up!"
"My thoughts exactly…"
"You know, this would go a lot quicker if you weren't a spineless piece of crap, you sure missed out on the brawn part huh… but then you aren't much of a scholar either. Tough on the outside, a scared little boy on the inside. Pathetic."
"What the hell did you just say?"
"What? I didn't say anything Dean. Just, keep digging alright? You are imagining things. Thank God, okay, let's make sure that damn picture is in here. We don't want you to start crying right?"
"But… what the hell Sam?"
"I didn't say anything Dean. But, if I was going to it would be something along the lines of what a waste of air you are. Or how dad sacrificed himself for a total loser. That's what you are Dean, a big, pathetic, waste of space."
"You son of a bitch!"
"Woah, Dean! Stop! Damn it! Listen to me! Look at me bro… c'mon, just look at me… what the hell is happening?"
"Gotta finish this Sam.. soon… please… I'm hearing things. You are… he's twisting your damn words around. "
"Well that's just great. C'mon, help me get the lid off and we'll get the hell out of here. Okay? Are you with me? Dean?"
"Yeah, I'm with you Sammy."
"Okay, one mind altering dick on his way back to wherever the hell he sprang up from."
"For shit's sake Dean, quit with the act already, I can see right through you. You know you are the cause of all of it. Mom… Jess… Dad… No matter how many times you save someone; how many bodies you burn it will never be enough. Doesn't matter, they are still dead and you are still the one who let them die. I bet mom and dad wished you were never born. I… I wish you were dead, you sack of shit."
"I'll kill you, you fricken BASTARD!"
"DEAN! What the hell! Shit, put the shovel down!"
"No, I don't think so. I have wasted my life all right, doing everything to protect you, to keep you safe. And you just spit it back in my face! Pathetic huh? Weak and stupid and the cause of all the bad things that have happened in your life? I can't take it anymore Sam, this has to end…. Now!"
"Deeeean…. Please…. Listen. You have a spirit messing with you… we are here to finish him off and get you back to normal. I know you don't want to hurt me Dean. Just, please, think about it. It's me, it's Sammy. Your Sammy, and you will hate yourself if you do this. DEAN!"
"Sammy? Damn it, not again! You okay?"
"Yeah dude, I'm okay. Just help me up, and put down the damn shovel okay?"
"Right, okay man, yeah. Shit, did I try and take you out with a damn shovel?"
"Forget it, you can feel guilty later okay? I'm fine… just fry that sucker already."
"With pleasure. Son of a bitch is really starting to piss me off. Crispy fry time jerk off!"
"Ditto. Dean, behind you!"
You son of a bitch.. SAM!"
"Tsk, tsk Dean, now that we are face to face again why don't you just forget about that ungrateful sack you call your brother. Don't worry, he'll be fine. Huh, or maybe not. You know my brother and me, we used to be close. I looked out for him, protected him from the violence of the world. And then…. Well, you know what happened next, you are living it. Dad dies, younger brother blames older brother, thinks he should have been the one to bite it. He thought I was losing my mind over the guilt of what I did. I couldn't let him lock me away so I…. I…."
"You killed him you sick bastard."
"Just like you are going to kill Sam. You were a tough one, I'll give you that. Resistant and defiant to the end, but the game's over now Dean. Just stay still, I promise it'll all be over soon."
"Yeah, it will, but not for me, you murdering freak!"
"You're stalling Dean. And as entertaining as this has been it's time to watch Sam die, at the hands of his own brother."
"Heh, that's a good one. Is that what gets you off? Uh, sorry to rain on your parade fugly but.. well, I don't want to ruin the end of the story but man, you totally screwed this up sunshine."
"Ooh really, and how's that?"
"While you've been busy laying down your line of bullshit on me, which reeks something fierce by the way; and while you've been trying to convince me that we are the same? Well, hate to break it to you but my baby brother, the one you have been working so hard at getting me to kill? Well, he's been busy too, setting up the damn fireworks. So listen to me and listen good, you heartless, freakin bastard. You may have been ten kinds of crazy or maybe you were as sane as they come, but it doesn't change the fact.
You murdered your own brother. And then you took the easy way out so you wouldn't have to live with the fact that you killed him in cold blood. And God knows how many other people you have killed because of your weakness, as if it would somehow change what you have done. But that ends tonight. You end tonight. It's too bad for you that you like the sound of your damn voice so much. You are one sick son of a bitch and it will give me nothing but pleasure to watch you burn. Now it's time to pay. Sam? We good?"
"Yeah bro, we're good."
"How do you feel Dean?"
"All alone. Vacant. By myself. Just me. Man, it's fricken awesome dude! Ah, I missed myself Sam."
"Cute. Well that was fun."
"Sam, seriously, are you okay?"
"Enough already dude, I'm fine Dean. And you call me a mother hen? I'm just glad to have you back. I mean, that was close, really close. I thought I was gonna lose you... or have to watch you kill me. That definitely would have sucked."
"Ah Sammy, that wasn't gonna happen. I planned this whole thing. Had to make it look real so asswipe would materialize and we could use my brilliantly planned distraction as a way to nail him. Uh... and... sorry for all the things I said Sam, I was just playing the part man."
"Yeah, sure Dean. I know man. I know."
"So... are we good?"
"Yeah, we're good."