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Darkness (part 2)

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some of you asked, so here ya go…I’m gonna continue this little story for y’all…

Sam slumped to the ground, and Dean instinctively
wrapped his arms around him, keeping him from hitting his head on the ground.

 “Sammy?” Dean’s voice, still a
whisper, was deep with concern. “Hey, Sam, come on, wake up.” He gently shook
his brother. Sam did not respond. He was limp, his arms dropping to his sides.

 Dean took a deep breath and gathered
as much of his voice as he could. “Hello?” he called out. Managing to overcome
his hoarseness, he bellowed out into the darkness. Nothing responded.

“Cas?” He tried to pray, to get the
angel’s attention. Cas would hear him, Cas would come.

 Several minutes passed. At least it
felt like minutes. Maybe it was hours. Maybe no time had passed at all. Sam was
still unresponsive. He was breathing, but still lay limp in Dean’s arms.

Dean began to panic in the pitch
darkness. His heartbeat increased. He knew he couldn’t lose it now though, his
brother needed him. Taking another deep breath to calm his nerves, he tried
again. “Jack? We need you! If you can hear me, please! Sam and I –“

 He was cut off by a strong hand
grabbing his shoulder and forcefully pulling him up. The force was so powerful,
Dean was lifted off his feet. Sam fell from his arms and crumpled to the
ground.

 “Hello Dean.”

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Darkness

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“Sam?”

“Yeah, Dean, I’m here.” Sam’s voice echoed in the darkness,
his voice scratchy and hoarse.

“Where are we?” Dean wasn’t much better. His voice was
barely a whisper.

“I don’t know, but my head hurts. I think I’m bleeding, too.”

“Shit. I can’t see you. Where are you?” Dean started to
crawl in the dirt, trying to find his brother.

“Here, Dean. Follow my voice.” He reached out in the
darkness, hoping to make contact.

Finally, their fingers brushed.

“Shit.” Dean said again, and pulled himself up, sitting next
to Sam.  They reached out to each other
until they managed to grasp hands.

“Don’t let go, Dean. I’m feeling dizzy.”

“Here, let me see.” Dean felt up Sam’s arm until he reached
his face. His fingers touched something wet and sticky. He exhaled shakily.

“Yeah, you’re bleeding,” he said. “I think somewhere around
your ear.”

“What happened, Dean? Where are we? How did we get here? Why
the hell can’t we see a damn thing?”

Dean lowered his hand and wiped his brother’s blood on his
pants. He tried to remember what had happened, but he only remembered flashes.
Something about Jack? Jack was in trouble. They were trying to save him from…something…or
someone.

“Dean… I think I’m gonna…” Sam’s voice was wobbly.

Suddenly Dean remembered something. He tightened his grip on
Sam’s arm.”

“Sammy, I think I know where we are.”

But just at that moment, Sam felt as though his entire body was
on fire. The feeling ran from the tip of his head down to his toes, like a
shiver. His ears rang. Everything tingled. He felt very strange, as if he were…changing,
somehow. He felt the eyes roll back in his head before he slumped to the ground.

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Ok, this is not my usual angst, but this is just sorta…what spilled out onto my keyboard…

Sam shoved his hands in his pockets and shrugged, leaning
against the wall. A small smile played on his lips. He tried to hide it, but
Dean noticed.

“What do you mean, you don’t know?” he demanded, pointing at
his little brother.  “I saw that smile,
what are you trying to hide?”

Sam tried to turn his smile into a frown, but it wasn’t
working.

“Nothing Dean, I’m
not trying to hide anything. I was just –“ Dean’s fist landed squarely in Sam’s
eye. He dropped to the ground, raising his arm up instinctively to protect
himself.

Dean looked down at his brother and growled, “don’t fuck
with me Sammy, you know I can beat your ass.”

Sam looked up and smiled, still holding his already swollen
eye.

“That’s what you think.”

Jack suddenly appeared behind Dean and held the archangel
blade to Dean’s throat. Jack leaned in close, whispering in his ear, “You
let Dean go now.”

He actually laughed, despite the blade.

“You won’t kill me little one.”

“He might not, but I will.” Cas grabbed the blade from Jack and
made a small cut in Dean’s throat. As the grace of the Archangel began to seep
from the wound, Jack stepped closer and breathed it in. Sam’s eyes went wide.
This was not what they had planned for.

“Get out of Dean!” Cas bellowed.

“Never!” Michael gasped, struggling against the nephilim and
angel who were draining him of his grace.

“Try and stop us now. You are not in power anymore.” Dean’s
voice was clear.

Michael was no longer in control.

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Fading…

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Dean dropped the blade and ran towards his brother. He had
dropped the three vamps fairly quickly. But not quickly enough. Sam lay on the
ground, gasping for air. His hands pressed tightly to his neck, where the blood
was seeping through his fingers.  He
shook his head at Dean and swallowed hard.

“No way in hell, Sammy.” Dean yelled. “It’s not gonna end
like this. I got you.” Sam knew his brother couldn’t help him at this point,
but he let him try. He wanted his last thoughts to be of Dean. He wanted the
last words he heard to come from his older brother.

Dean was trying not to look panicked as he scrambled to
cover the wound.

Sam felt his body being lifted as the world became fuzzy
around him.

“Sam? Sammy!” Dean’s voice was fading. Sam began to feel
lighter. The world drifted away.

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What Sam Knows…

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“I’m not going to give up on you Dean, I’m not!” Sam held
the blade to his brother’s throat, pinning him to the wall. Tears were forming
in his eyes, and he blinked hard to get rid of the blurriness.

Dean just smiled and whispered, “Really, Sam? Looks like you’re
about to snap.” Sam shook his head, never taking his eyes off of Dean’s. He
shifted his feet, getting a better grip in his stance. He shook his hair out of
his eyes and took a shallow breath.

“No Dean, I’m not. I’m not going to let you go. I can fix
this, you know we can fix this!”

Dean merely nodded. “I bet you can Sammy. You’re a genius.
You can pretty much do anything. And in that manner, you are a threat to me.
You know though, all I have to do…” Dean raised his hand up near Sam’s cheek, “is
snap my fingers.” Sam refused to look away, however. His voice remained strong.

“Dean won’t let you.”

“Wanna find out?”

Sam tightened his grip on his brother and pushed him harder against
the wall.

Neither man looked away from the other.

“It won’t work. Dean is still inside this vessel of yours.”

Dean grinned from ear to ear. “Alright then Sammy. Nice try,
but this time, you won’t come out the other side. You’ll just go poof. Not even
Chuck can bring you back from that.”

“Try it.” Sam still showed no fear. His belief in his
brother was strong. Besides, he already knew – if Michael could snap him into
oblivion, then there was no rescuing Dean. This was it. This would determine everything.

SNAP….

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I needed a break from Sam’s Fear. It wasn’t coming together. So I wrote a tiny drabble just to get some words out…

Sam burst into the room, the door slamming against the wall.
Dean jumped up off the hotel bed, whirling toward the door, drawing his gun
quickly.

“What the fuck, Sam! I almost shot you!” Dean lowered his
gun, and sat back down on the bed.

“I wish you would have,” said Sam slowly, as he dragged his
feet, slumping down into the nearest chair. He kicked off his shoes and stared
at the floor.

“You wish I – what?” Dean furrowed his brow and stood up
again walking closer. He sat on the edge of the bed, placing a hand on Sam’s
knee. Instinctively, Sam cringed and pulled away. Dean quickly lifted his hand
and moved back.

“Sam? What’s going on?”

“It’s happening again Dean, and I don’t know how to stop it.”
Sam kept his eyes closed, and Dean noticed he was shaking.

Dean spoke slowly and calmly. “Sam, what’s happening again?”
He stayed close, but didn’t touch his brother, making sure Sam was comfortable.

Sam took a deep breath.

“Lucifer. He’s back. And he won’t leave me alone.”

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Sam’s Fear (part 5)

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Dean was reluctant at first. It took Rowena quite a while to convince him
she meant no harm. That she truly wanted to help Sam, and she needed him close
to her to help him get through the curse he was put under. He really didn’t
want to let Sam go, he wanted him right by him, to help him through this. But
somehow Rowena convinced him.

What she didn’t tell Dean, of course, was that she was lying.

She knew that Sam wasn’t in fact, cursed. It was much worse than that.
Rowena knew Dean wouldn’t understand the truth. He wouldn’t be able to let Sam
go if he knew. So she did what she knew would work. Sometimes lies have to be
told, she thought.

***

“Rowena, where are we going?” Sam was confused.  He didn’t know why he
was leaving the bunker with Rowena, and why Dean wasn’t coming with them. They
walked out the bunker door, with Dean watching until they had passed through
the bunker door.

“It’s alright dearie, I’ll explain everything soon, I promise.”  Rowena
patted his arm.

They walked together to the road and got into a waiting taxi.  Sam knew
something was wrong, but he couldn’t quite put his finger on it.  Something
was confusing him. He couldn’t keep his thoughts straight. Rowena watched him
the entire ride back to her hotel, waiting to see what Sam might do next.
 But nothing surfaced.  Sam was mostly quiet during the short ride,
staring out the window, but his mind was thinking hard.

“Rowena, what’s going on?” he asked quietly.  Rowena sighed and touched
Sam’s cheek, turning it towards her. She knew he needed patience. And calm
words.

“Samuel, do you remember working with me? Practicing magic?”

Sam smiled, his eyes now staring at Rowena. “of course I do.”

“Do you remember when you started feeling the fear?”

Sam’s eyes went dark, his smile fading. “Yes, I remember that too.”

“Samuel, do you remember how that happened?”  Sam turned away from
Rowena to look out the window at the passing traffic.

“No,” was his short, pained reply.

“It’s ok, you know.  That’s why we’re leaving.  So I can help
you.”  Sam nodded, but did not verbally respond.

“Alright dearie, just trust me, ok?  I’ll explain the lot as soon as we
get back to my hotel, ok?”  Sam nodded again, resting his head on the cool
glass, staring out into the city.

Rowena’s brow crinkled. This is how it started the first time, with Sam
becoming distant. But soon they arrived at the hotel, and Rowena was able to get
Sam inside without difficulty.  

It was inside when the trouble began.

Rowena sat him down on the bed and began explaining the situation to Sam. “I
still don’t know what happened, Samuel, but somehow you unleashed this upon
yourself – accidentally, of course.”

Sam frowned and nodded. “ok, “ he answered. He was looking past Rowena when
he spoke to her. He started breathing heavily and his arms wrapped around
himself, shaking.

“Samuel, are you doing alright?” Rowena bent forward to look into his eyes.

He was not alright.  Rowena knew if
she didn’t find a counter spell soon, Sam’s situation would likely turn
permanent. She knew the lie she told Dean about the hex bag would become
unraveled soon, and Dean would never trust her again. She needed to fix this
before the truth was revealed. She cast one more spell and watched as Sam
froze, eyes staring at nothing.

She was running out of time.

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Sam’s Fear (part 4)

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“Samuel, stop!” Rowena managed to pull back on Sam’s
arm and he turned to look at her, his smile fading. She chanted a few words and
Sam blinked. He seemed to come out of a haze. He shook his head and noticed his
brother lying face down on the floor.

“Dean!”

Dean was not moving. Sam knelt down beside him and
gently turned him over. He sighed with relief when he saw his brother was
breathing.

“Rowena, what happened? What’s wrong with Dean?” His
brows were furrowed in concern. He tried gently shaking him.

“You don’t remember?” Rowena asked cautiously. She
didn’t seem fazed by the fact that Dean was lying unresponsive in front of her.

“No, I…actually, I don’t even remember how I got here. Wait. How did you get here?” Sam sat down again,
putting his head in his hands, not moving from his brother’s side. “I’m so
confused. I don’t feel well. I don’t…” He looked over at Dean, who was still
unconscious on the floor. He started to panic. Rowena reached over and put her
hand on his back, rubbing it softly.

“Samuel, you’ve been through a lot. You –“  but before she could continue, Dean
stirred on the floor. Sam looked up quickly and moved closer to his brother,
reaching out to help him up.

“Dean, are you ok? What’s going on? What happened?”
But Dean just looked at Sam. He got up slowly, hesitating on his knees as he
struggled to get his balance back. He didn’t reach out to him, didn’t speak to
him. In fact, he backed up.

“Dean?” Sam’s voice was almost a whisper. He didn’t understand
why his brother would do this.

But Dean turned to Rowena instead.

“Rowena, what the hell! What did he do to me? What’s
actually happening here?” He stood up all the way and took another step back. He
rubbed the back of his head, still recovering from whatever spell Sam cast on
him.

Sam was sitting on the floor. He looked from Dean to
Rowena, his eyes scrunched with worry. He was very confused.

Rowena stood up, straightening her dress as she stood.
She patted Sam on the head as she stepped away from him, reassuring him.

“I don’t rightly know Dean. That hex bag may have some
residual effects, as you can see. I don’t even know what kind of a spell he hit
you with, to be honest. May I?” She reached out to Dean, wanting to touch him.
She raised her eyebrows and waited for his approval.

He hesitated for a moment, but decided she really did
just want to help. Something was going on between his brother and this witch.
He didn’t like it, but he was willing to see what she could do to help.

Dean slowly nodded.

Rowena touched Dean on his arm, closing her eyes.

“Oh my.”

“Oh my what?” asked Dean, annoyed. He looked at Sam,
who was still sitting on the floor, looking even more confused than ever. He
hadn’t said a word since Dean backed away from him.

“Just a minute, dearie.” She took her hands off of
Dean and moved over to Sam, who just looked at her with sad eyes. Rowena gently
placed her fingertips on Sam’s neck. He flinched slightly when she touched him.
Dean noticed, but didn’t say anything. She took a deep breath and turned back
to Dean, dropping her hands by her sides.

“Dean, I’m going to need to take him away for a while.
He’s capable of…well, quite a bit more than I expected. And the hex bag? Even
though I destroyed it, Sam’s likely going to deal with some serious issues for a while.”

“Issues? What issues? What do you mean, take him away?”
Dean’s voice rose in anger, but he didn’t move towards Rowena.

“Dean, I’m afraid Sam’s been cursed.”

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Sam’s Fear (part 3)

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“Who did this
to him. And why?”

“I don’t know.”
She sighed and looked up at Dean.  He could see a flash of anger in her
eyes. Her voice became low and she spoke slowly,

“But I’m going
to find out.”

Dean was quite taken aback at Rowena’s sudden interest in Sam.

“I’m going to find out who did this to Samuel, and let me tell you, there’ll
be hell to pay!” Rowena sneered.

Dean shifted on his feet uncomfortably. He felt awkward standing there,
while his brother was curled in a ball on the floor, being comforted by – well,
by her.  

“Listen, Rowena, I’m grateful for your help, and I’m eager to get the son of
a bitch, too…but why do you care so much?  We haven’t exactly been nice to
you.”

Rowena let out a short laugh.

“Maybe you haven’t dearie, but Samuel has been more than gracious to
me.”  She continued stroking Sam’s hair, watching his slow, relaxed
breathing.

Dean was confused.

“I’m not sure I understand. Sam’s been spending time with you?” He put his
hands on his hips, unsure what he was supposed to be doing with them.

“Oh yes, I’m afraid he’s seen me more than you realize.  He’s been
learning magic from me.  For
quite some time now, actually.” Rowena smiled up at Dean, waiting for his
reaction.

Dean’s eyes widened. “He’s what?”  He took his arms from his hips and
crossed them defensively, taking a step back. He couldn’t believe it. Sam never
told him this. Rowena chose to ignore Dean’s question, turning her attention
back to Sam.

“There are a few witches who aren’t too keen on me teaching the likes of Sam
Winchester.  I’m sure they’ll probably try to stop me again, but now we’ll
be prepared.   I’ve got a protection spell that will work wonders when
he…”

“No, Rowena, don’t put him under a spell!” interrupted Dean, trying to grab
for his brother, but he was easily shoved aside with a wave of her hand. Rowena
rolled her eyes and sighed heavily.  “Listen here, Dean-o, I’m not putting
him ‘under a spell’,” Rowena put her fingers up, making air quotes as she
spoke. Dean caught his balance and leaned against the nearby table. Rowena
clearly did not want to be messed with.

“I’m casting a protective spell around him so he can’t be harmed.”  She
tried not to be annoyed with Dean as she explained what she needed to do. “I’m
also protecting him from what he might be capable of doing to others. This hex
bag has stirred up some deep, terrifying emotions.”

Reluctantly, Dean nodded and let Rowena cast the spell. She chanted a few
words Dean did not understand, and touched Sam’s forehead. Dean waited, not
realizing he was holding his breath until he felt his lungs burning.

Moments later, Sam groaned and stirred under Rowena’s touch.

“Samuel, dearie, you alright then?”
Rowena tucked his hair behind his ear as her turned to look at her. “Hey Ro –
what happened?” Sam’s voice was nearly a whisper.

“Hex bag, dearie. So sorry I didn’t get to you sooner.  But you’re ok
now, aren’tcha?”  Sam nodded and slowly sat up as Rowena released him from
her embrace.

“I think so.  I mean, I feel fine, just a little sluggish, is all.”

“That’ll wear off once the protection spell takes hold.”  Rowena patted
his cheek and Sam smiled back at her.

“A protection spell?” He asked, not looking away from her.

But Dean would not be denied attention any longer. He needed to look into
Sam’s eyes and speak to him directly. Sam almost didn’t even seem to know Dean
was in the room. He knelt down on the other side of Sam and nudged him with his
elbow.

“I’m really glad you’re ok, Sam…but…magic?”

Sam was immediately defensive and his smile darkened into a deep frown as he
turned to look at his brother for the first time.

“Magic makes me feel powerful, Dean.” said Sam, calmly.

“Demon blood made you feel powerful, too, Sammy.” Dean wasn’t sure if he was
supposed to be angry or worried.

“Oh my g– are you serious? This is different!” Sam started to raise his
voice. Rowena cautiously put a hand on Sam’s arm.

“How is this different?” Dean asked, incredulously, sitting back on his
heels.

“Well, I’m not drinking demon blood, for starters!”  Sam’s voice was
now a yell. He scooted away from Dean, moving closer to Rowena.

“Yeah, well…but…Sam, Rowena?” He held his hand up, waving in her direction.
Sam shrugged his shoulders, lowering his voice at the sound of her name.

“I dunno Dean, I kinda like her.”

“You LIKE her?”

Sam snorted. “Yeah Dean, I do. She’s helped me embrace
and increase my dormant powers. And I don’t need demon blood to do it, either.”

“And you think this is a good idea?”  Dean was finding
this entire conversation hard to believe.

“Yes Dean, I do.” Sam’s voice was now unrecognizable.
Dean could almost feel the anger radiating off of his brother’s skin. There was
an awkward silence for a few seconds, each brother staring the other one down.

Rowena suddenly leaned forward, interrupting the
silence, her hand still on Sam’s arm.

“Dean, must you rile him up now? You saw what he just
went through, let him be for now. Let me help him, you two can argue later.”

Dean clenched his teeth and growled, “Fine.”

But as Dean stood and turned his back to the two still
sitting on the floor, Sam suddenly raised his hand, his eyes glowing a
silvery-purple color. Rowena instantly saw what was about to happen and she
cried out, “Samuel, no!” She pulled back on his arm.

But it was too late. The wave of magic that flew from
Sam’s fingers hit his brother square in the back, and Dean dropped to the floor
instantly.

Sam smiled.

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Sam’s Fear (part 2)

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“Crowley!” Dean called, his voice thick with panic…  

In an instant, the demon appeared behind Dean.

“Crowley here,” He looked and Dean, smiling, but his face changed
quickly. He frowned when he saw Sam on the floor under the table, holding a
knife to his neck.  

“What’s going on with Moose?” asked Crowley, his eyes never leaving Sam, his
voice showing sincere concern. Dean turned to face Crowley, his face red.

“Dammit Crowley, if I knew, I’d be helping him!  Why the hell do you
think I called you! Maybe he’s under a spell, I mean, just look at him!  Come on, you know that this is not how he is!
Even when he’s upset he’s not like this!”

Crowley nodded, looking from Sam to Dean, and back to Sam again.  Then he lifted his hand, spreading his
fingers wide, waving it over Sam’s general direction.

“Right. Well, I can’t tell what it is Dean, but you’re right. It’s some sort
of a spell.”

Dean closed his eyes and lowered his head slightly. He couldn’t believe what
he was about to say. He sighed heavily and turned to face the demon.

“Can you please find Rowena?”  Dean suddenly grabbed Crowley, shaking
him by the shoulders. Crowley pretended to be offended by the outburst, but of
course, he couldn’t resist Dean even if he wanted to. There was just something
about the Winchesters. He removed Dean’s hands from his jacket, holding on
a second longer than he probably should have.

“Happy to.”

Releasing Dean’s hands, he disappeared.
Dean didn’t have to wait long.  Moments
later, he reappeared, Rowena clutching his arm. She clearly wasn’t too pleased
to be dragged here, but the moment she saw Sam, she gasped in concern and moved
to his side. 

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