Straightjacket Feeling ch. 8

“House” Dean said with a bit of a laugh as they stood outside the oldest house in town. “This is a mansion.” The house was a huge three-story mansion probably built in the late 18th century, early 19th century. He looked over at Sam and smirked. “Though I suppose she wasn’t really conscious when she was brought in,” he said with a bit of a laugh. It had been two days since Abbi called Dean. Dean had taken the advice of both his brother and the son of a bitch that had his best friend and gotten some sleep. The stood outside the mansion, not only was it the oldest house in town it was the only one uninhabited. They both knew it was a trap, why else would it be so easy.

That didn’t change Dean’s plan to go in there and get Abbi. “He’s looking for a confrontation,” Dean said simply. “He’s gonna get one.” He looked over at his brother, both carrying duffle bags full of any sort of weapon they might need. The walked up the steps and pushed the creaky door open. Then standing in the entryway they looked around. The house hadn’t been inhabited in a long time. There was no electricity. No problem, they brought flashlights. “You take this floor I’ll go up stairs, if you don’t find anything here go up to the third floor,” Dean told his baby brother. Sam nodded and headed passed the stairs and Dean headed up them. “Sammy,” he called quietly after his brother. Sam stopped and turned to Dean. “Be careful,” he said simply. Sam rolled his eyes and reluctantly nodded.

There were four rooms on the first floor, a large ballroom that was completely empty, an even larger kitchen, a study. Sam decided that he would check out the study later when they had Abbi and this Doyle guy was dead. The last room was in the back. It appeared to be a large storeroom that had been turned into a bedroom at some point. It appeared to be empty, but the room fit the description that Abbi gave Dean. He looked out the only window and saw both the moon and the hospital. He gave a jump when he heard the door close and he turned around. Sam moved the flashlight around, but found nothing. “Sam,” a small, but familiar voice called to him. His heart nearly stopped, but he figured it was Doyle. That was his assumption until his flashlight stopped on white fabric. He raised it up and saw the beautiful flawless face and blonde hair that belonged to the love of his life. “Sam,” she said again.

This time he swore his heart did stop. “J… Jess,” he chocked. She walked up to him and looked up into his dark, pain-filled eyes. He didn’t want to believe it. It wasn’t real, just a figment of his imagination. Then he felt her small hands on his chest. It was almost unbearable. “Jess,” he whispered again looking down at the angel before him. She smiled at him and gently ran her hand along his cheek. Then she raised herself on her toes and closed her eyes as she kissed him. At that moment, the bag Sam had over his shoulder fell to the ground and Sam dropped the shotgun. He placed his hands on her waist as he leaned down into her kiss. The realistic part of his mind was telling him this was impossible but he wouldn’t listen to it.

“Sam,” she whispered once more as she slowly leaned away from him. She smiled at him, tears in her eyes. She paused and looked down for a moment before slowly raising her eyes to him. “Sam you could have saved me,” she whispered. “Its his fault you know,” she said softly. “He shows up, hits on me, then steals you away so I can die? Its not fair Sam,” she said as she began to cry.

“Jess that’s not true,” he said softly cupping her face in his hands. “Its not true. Well, maybe the showing up and hitting on you part but rest isn’t true I swear.”

She shook her head and took a step back. “He didn’t want you to go back did he? He wanted you to stay with him. You thought about it didn’t you?” Her voice held a hint of accusation in it. She sighed and lowered her head before stepping back to him and placing her hands on his chest. “I don’t want to fight Sam,” she whispered before kissing him again. When she leaned back this time she looked into his eyes and brushed his hair out of his eyes. “I love you Sam Winchester,” she whispered.

He smiled and lightly kissed her. “I love you too Jess,” he whispered as he held her close, her head resting on his chest. “I always will.” He tried to fight back tears but it was impossible. “I’d do anything to save you Jess,” he whispered. “Anything.”

She slowly looked up at him, her eyes meeting his. “You have to kill him Sam,” she whispered.

That’s when the rational side of Sam won over and he shoved Jess back and looked down at her. “I will not kill my brother,” he said simply.

“Then you’ll let me die again,” she whispered looking hurt. “Sam we’re being given a second chance. You’re going to pass that up for him. He doesn’t care about you Sam, not anymore, not since Abbi came back. As soon as he finds her he’ll leave, whether you’re with him or not. You were just something so he didn’t have to be alone. With your dad and Abbi gone Dean was alone so he came to find you so he wouldn’t be alone anymore. But Abbi’s back now. He doesn’t need you anymore.” She stopped and lowered her head. “I still need you Sam,” she whispered.

“I will not kill my brother,” he said firmly. Then he pushed her away again and ran for the door. It was locked. He looked down and realized it locked from the inside. He turned the lock and tried to open it again. It was still locked. He was about to yell for Dean when he heard a broken voice behind him.

“Dea… Dean?” He turned instantly, the flashlight in his pocket. He pulled it out and flashed it towards the bed. Sure enough, lying there on the bed was a pale, almost dead looking Abbi. He ran over to her, maybe he had missed it somehow when he was looking around the first time. She was indeed tied down to the bed. He quickly untied the robes and sat down next to her for a moment.

“No, Abbi,” he whispered brushing her sweat covered hair out of her face. She was feverish and shaking. “Its Sammy,” he whispered. It was the first time he had actually referred to himself as Sammy. Usually he hated that name but he thought it would make Abbi feel safer. She opened her eyes slowly and smiled at him as he picked her up. He held her in his arms for a moment as she slowly regained consciousness.

“Sammy,” she whispered with a faint smile. There were tears in her eyes.

“Its ok,” he whispered wiping the tears from her eyes. “Don’t worry, you’re safe now.” She slowly wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her head on his shoulder. He held her there as she cried, rocking her back and forth like she used to do when he was little. “Nothing’s going to hurt you now Abbi,” he whispered. It hurt him to talk to her like that because that was always her job. It was always Abbi that stayed up with Sam when he was scared. She was the only one that tried to make him feel safe when he was afraid at night. “You’ve got me and my brother here to protect you,” he whispered.

She looked up at him slowly, her eyes meeting his. She smiled at him and he tucked her hair back behind her ear. She paused and leaned back, able to sit by herself now. “Sam,” she whispered. He looked over at her with a questioning look. “Do you know why I was fighting with Dean,” she asked softly. “Be… before on the road.” Sam shook his head. He had been wondering but it had been in the back of his mind since she was in the hospital. It seemed rather trivial at the time. “A… about a month before we went to Europe, before I stayed there, I… I walked in on Dean and a… a mutual friend of our, Cassie. We weren’t really anything you know, not like officially but come on Sam you’ve known how I’ve felt about Dean since you were three. He’s just so dense sometimes. We had a bit of a fight but I told him I understood and I wasn’t mad at him. I lied, and that’s why I stayed in Europe. I guess he kinda figured that.” She laughed and hugged her knees to her chest. Sam moved a bit closer to her, since she was still shaking.

“Then when I was in Ireland I met Doyle. He was sweet, sarcastic, dense.”

“Dean,” he said with a bit of a laugh.

“With an Irish accent,” she said with a smile. “But then I found out, he wasn’t what he seemed. He betrayed me. Just like everyone else,” she whispered with tears in her eyes.

Sam moved closer once more and wrapped his arms around her to comfort her. He wiped the tears from her eyes and tucked her hair behind her ear once more. “I haven’t betrayed you Abbi,” he whispered. She looked into his eyes and smiled faintly at him. Without realizing it, she found herself leaning forward and her lips lightly touching Sam’s. Sam jumped a bit but after a second, he leaned forward into the kiss. He had one hand on her cheek and the other behind her head, fingers laced in her hair as he kissed her.

At that moment, the door kicked in. Dean stood in shock in the doorway. Sam and Abbi both turned to face him. Sam’s eyes widened. He couldn’t believe what he had done. Abbi stood slowly and stumbled over to him as Dean walked into the room. “How does it feel,” she asked with a small smile. He wasn’t looking at her. He actually pushed her out of the way and walked over to Sam.

“You backstabbing son of a bitch,” he said picking Sam up by his shirt and slamming him against the wall. Sam had only seen that look of hatred once before, and that was a couple of days ago. Dean hit Sam upside the head with the shotgun. Sam fell to the floor. Dean aimed the gun at him. Sam stood, picking up the shotgun he had dropped earlier. They stood facing each other both about ready to shoot, though Sam was doing it in defense. Abby ran at them to get them to stop. The sudden movement startled Sam and he turned the gun to her and shot. Abbi fell to the ground instantly. Dean dropped his shotgun and ran to her side. “Abbi,” he whispered picking up her lifeless body. Blood covered her clothes now. He held her tight. “Get out of here Sam,” Dean said through gritted teeth. He didn’t want to do anything stupid.

Sam just stood there in shock. Abbi was dead. He killed her. He looked up and saw Jess standing in the corner. “I told you Sam,” she whispered. “Dean doesn’t need you anymore. He hates you. If he finds out about me Sam, he’ll come after me, he’ll kill me. You have to stop it now Sam,” she whispered.

She was right. Dean was the type for revenge. What better revenge that to take the one Sam loves? His hand shook as he raised the shotgun. He wouldn’t shoot his brother in the back though. “Dean,” he said with a broken voice.

“I told you to get out of here Sam,” Dean shouted turning around. The instant Dean turned and his eyes met Sam’s Sam pulled the trigger sending the hot lead piercing through his brother’s chest, straight through his heart. Dean was dead before he hit the ground, lying hand in hand with his love.

Sam slowly fell to his knees, tears streaming from his eyes. “De… Dean,” he whispered knowing he wouldn’t get a response. The only other time he had seen his brother dead was when it was the shape shifter and he thought that was hard, this was unbearable. Sam looked up and Jess was gone. His heart skipped a beat. It wasn’t real. She wasn’t real. He killed his brother for nothing. He raised his shaky hand and closed his eyes as he felt the barrel of the shotgun against his head. He cocked the gun and tightened his finger around the trigger.