NEW STORY: Wild Angel ch. 1

Sam and Dean Winchester pulled into an old farm town in South Dakota late on a Thursday night. There were rumors of a dangerous and angry spirit in an abandoned farmhouse on the outskirts of town. The boys decided it was worth a look when Sam discovered that someone actually died as a result of injuries from this spirit. The boys pulled up to the hotel, got a room, and carried their things into the room. As soon as they were in Sam turned on the laptop and began to research. Dean looked over at him and sighed before going into the bathroom and taking a shower.

About ten minutes later Dean emerged from the bathroom, dressed only in his ratty blue jeans. He looked over at Sam as he dug through his bag for a clean shirt, or a shirt in general. “Find anything,” he asked as he put a grey t-shirt on and walked over to Sam.

“Yeah,” Sam answered somewhat excitedly. “This place hasn’t been abandoned nearly as long as I thought, only about three years. Anyway, the last owner of the house was a man named Brian Reynolds. He had a daughter named Emily; apparently a very shy girl since it says most didn’t know her. Here’s the interesting thing, twenty years ago the house burned down, killing Brian’s wife and their son Andrew. He was about three, almost four years older than her.”

“Sounds familiar,” Dean said simply. “Except you know, I’m not dead,” he commented as he dried off his hair.

“So, Reynolds decided to stay in the house. He completely restored it just the way it had been and added a cellar. People said he was never the same after his wife died. I don’t blame him but I’d draw a line at this, he used to lock him and his daughter in the house for days.”

“Freak.”

“Anyway, about three years ago he finally lost it, I mean really lost it. They say he killed his daughter then burned down the house, killing himself as well. I guess the spirit is his daughter seeking revenge or something.”

“Fun,” Dean said sarcastically. “We’ll ask around tomorrow and go check it out tomorrow night. Sam nodded and they went to bed. Sam had trouble sleeping but that was nothing new for him.

The next day the Winchester boys asked casually around where they went about the house and the hauntings. All the stories were the same. The moment anyone stepped within six feet of the house a woman would appear, covered in blood. You would suddenly feel very nauseous and dizzy. The woman would scream and move toward you. The few that came in contact with the woman died instantly as their skin was set on fire. “Looks like we’re definitely dealing with some sort of angry spirit,” Dean said as they gathered the guns together to get ready for their hunt.

They threw the guns and supplies in the back of the car and headed for the Reynolds farm. As they pulled up they saw the charred remains of what had been a beautiful home. Sam and Dean got out of the car, got their weapons ready and slowly walked towards the house. Sure enough as soon as they got within six feet of the house they heard a woman scream. Next to Sam she appeared. Sam moved quickly. The nausea came on soon after that. Sam looked over at Dean as he actually threw up. “Dean,” he shouted to his brother. He ran to Dean’s side. “This isn’t a spirit, at least that’s not what’s causing the nausea.” He pulled Dean back to the car and it all stopped. “High frequency waves,” he said simply. “That’s all it is.” He looked at the house as Dean stood up.

“Whatever that was my lunch back there,” he shouted angrily. “Did you get a look at that girl? What the hell did her father do to her?”

“I don’t know,” Sam said distantly. He studied the house again and walked forward. As soon as he crossed the six-foot mark it started again. Sam looked around, trying to keep from reacting like his brother and losing his lunch. Finally Sam looked over towards the cellar. He saw what seemed to be some kind of projector inside. Sam took the gun and shot at it. Instantly it all stopped. He looked back at Dean. “I don’t think this is a spirit.” He paused and they slowly walked inside the burned house.

“That was a trap,” Dean said as they looked around. Sam found what was left of Emily’s room. It was decorated, as any girl’s would be. There was a bit of pink but not too much, she was after all twenty-one when she died. Sam looked over at her dresser and found some of her clothes, burned but still in tact. They were mostly dresses, old ones too. They looked like they were from the early 19th century. He thought that was a little strange but maybe she was a vintage girl. “Brian Reynolds didn’t want anyone in here for some reason,” Dean said entering the room. “This must have been Emily’s room.”

Sam nodded as he looked around. He found a small bear on the bed, the only thing untouched by the fire. “He must have been hiding something, and I bet you anything its in that cellar.” Dean nodded and the two left the house, walking around back to the cellar entrance. As soon as they opened the doors they knew something was off about it. The walls of the place were made of steel. Sam and Dean walked down the steps of the cellar and looked around. They found pictures on the wall, pictures of Emily and her father. They found older ones with four in the picture. “Dean,” Sam said calling his brother over. He pointed to the picture of a beautiful blonde woman holding a baby girl and a little boy sitting on his father’s shoulders. “That must have been Andrew,” he said simply.

The boys continued to look around. After about ten minutes of searching Dean stopped and stared in front of him. There was a door that led into a small room. Dean opened the door and was floored by what he saw. “Sam,” he whispered turning to his brother. “Sammy get over here.”

Sam turned and looked over at Dean. He walked over and froze at his brother’s side. The room was decorated much like Emily’s upstairs. There was a bed in the middle of the room. That wasn’t what caught their attention though. On the bed, in the center of the room was a woman, no older than Dean. Dean looked back at the pictures then at the woman who seemed to be sleeping. He looked over at Sam. “Emily,” Sam said, raising his eyebrows.

As soon as Sam spoke the woman took in a sharp gasp. The boys looked towards her then at each other. Her fingers moved slowly and Dean walked over to her. She was pale, her faced stained with dirt and blood. In the corner of the room lay, what Sam and Dean could only assume were her father’s charred remains. The bloodstains on her were unusual, to most anyway. “Sammy,” Dean said looking over at his brother. Sam walked over and looked down at her. On the top of her forehead there were about four stains from drops of blood. It wasn’t cuts or anything; it was from drops above her head. Sam looked at Dean and they both looked up. There was nothing there but the ceiling was black as if it had been burned. Sam continued to look at the ceiling while Dean looked down at the girl. “Holy crap,” he said jumping back. This caused Sam to look down. The girl’s eyes were open and watching them. Sam took a step back too.

The girl sat up slowly. She turned so her feet were dangling off the bed. Then she pushed herself off the bed, the blanket that had been on her before fell and the boys found that she was naked. Emily’s legs were strong enough yet so as soon as she stood she fell. Dean caught her and set her back down on the bed. He instantly took his long leather jacket off and wrapped it around her, covering her up. Neither brother knew what to say at this point. “Hey,” Dean said finally. The girl simply looked at him. There was a childlike look in her eyes that Dean had never seen in someone that age.

“I’ll be right back,” Sam said. He ran out of the cellar, into the house and Emily’s room and grabbed a dress for her. Then he ran back to where Dean and Emily were. “Here,” he said handing it to her. She took the dress and stared at them.

“Let me help,” Dean said simply. She wasn’t strong enough to stand on her own so it made putting the dress on very difficult. Dean held her up as she slipped the small white dress on. It was a bit big for her and hung off her shoulder but at least she was covered up. Dean continued to hold her up as he tied the dress behind her. “There ya go,” he said as she sat down. Emily had huge innocent brown eyes and milky white skin. She had long brown hair that tended to fall in her face. “I’m Dean,” he said simply. “This… this is my brother Sam. Are… are you Emily Reynolds?”

Emily looked from one of the boys to the other. Finally she nodded. “Em… Emi… Emily,” she whispered. Her voice was hoarse and barely even audible. Dean smiled and tucked her hair behind her ear, getting it out of her face.

“Hi Emily,” He said with a smile. “Can you tell us what happened?”

“Sle… sleep,” she whispered hugging her knees to her chest on the bed. “Da… daddy said it was time… time for sleep,” she whispered looking over at the skeleton. There was a draft down there and it gave her a chill. She shivered a bit and again, Dean wrapped his jacket around her.

Sam led Dean outside of the little room. “What are we going to do,” he asked. “This isn’t our kind of thing anymore.”

“What are you talking about Sam. The girl’s mother dies the same way ours does. Her house mysteriously burns down, twice. She’s in a coma or something for three years and is still in perfect health except she could do with some stretching of her legs. There is no way she could have survived something like that if there were nothing supernatural going on here.” He paused and looked at the frightened child staring at them. “I say we take her to the hotel and figure it out from there.

Sam sighed and nodded reluctantly. Dean sat down next to Emily and looked over at her. “Da… daddy still sleeping,” she said softly.

Dean sighed and looked down for a moment. “Did he hurt you?” She bit her lip and terror filled her eyes. Slowly she nodded. She showed him her arms. They were covered with scars from different things, needles, cuts, cigarette burns. He sighed and shook his head. “Emily,” he said softly. “We’re going to protect you all right? Why would he hurt you?”

“Em… Emily ki… killed mother,” she whispered. “And Andrew.” Dean looked over at Sam. “Emily make the fire come.”

Blood, Sweat, and Tears ch. 12

Sam stared at the girl with a blank look on his face. Andrea looked back and forth between Sam and Dean. There was a long awkward silence before Dean finally entered the house. Sam followed him. “How long… how long have you lived here,” Sam asked.

“Only about two weeks.” Andrea studied them, mostly Dean, as they entered the living room and sat down. She remained standing, leaning against the archway that led into the room. Everything about the house was the same as Sam’s dream. “You two sure grew up nice,” she said with a smile.

“Excuse me,” Dean asked. He looked at the girl trying to find out if he knew her. He recognized the name vaguely.

“Well I mean it’s only a vague memory but still,” she said softly. “She was still studying Dean. “You were a strange looking kid,” she said with a laugh.

“I’ve heard,” Dean said bitterly. Sam simply smiled. Some aspects of this girl’s personality were the same. Her voice was different though. She had a stronger accent.

“I just mean,” she paused and looked him over again. “Wow,” she said with a smile. “I remember my stepfather speaking very highly of your father. I don’t really remember much about you guys though. I was only about six when I met you. I don’t remember Sam at all, except that he was toddler.” She paused and looked from Sam to Dean. “You, I remember though,” she laughed. “You lit my hair on fire, twice.”

Dean smiled as he finally remembered who this girl was. “Oh yeah,” he laughed. “That was you.” Rea simply smiled and nodded. “If I remember correctly, you deserved it,” Dean said with a nod.

“I most certainly did not,” Rea said, sounding offended. “I hardly think stealing your clothes while you were taking a bath and hanging them from the flagpole outside my stepfather’s office warranted you lighting my hair on fire.”

“You stole my clothes,” Dean asked. “You said Sammy stole them.”

“Oh please Dean, Sam was what, two, three? You actually believed me?” She laughed when she saw Dean blush. Sam just stared blankly between the two of them.

“So do know anything about these kids that they found,” Sam interrupted.

Andrea looked over at him. “I heard something a few nights ago but figured it was the wind or something. Other than that, I don’t know much more than you. Have you gotten a chance to look at the writings in there,” she asked eagerly.

“I was just about to ask you that. We’ve only seen a few pictures.” At that Dean looked over at Sam with a confused look on his face. “Isn’t it just the same thing repeated?”

Andrea stared at him. “No,” she said simply. “What would make you think that? It’s a warning written in Gaelic,” she said matter-of-factly. “Beware all who enter my domain. My wrath will be swift and painful. All who enter will meet their end.” Sam looked thoroughly confused. “What,” she asked softly. Sam simply shook his head. “Do you want to take a look for yourselves while there’s still a bit of light?”

“Do you honestly believe these vampire stories,” Dean asked.

“You’re dumber than you look,” Rea said with a laugh. “I grew up in Ireland, a place full of stories and tales. Not to mention, I grew up on the stories your father told mine,” she said simply. Dean smiled and nodded. “Well,” she asked impatiently. She sounded so eager to go. Dean found it impossible to turn her down.

They walked out to the car. Dean pulled a shotgun out of the trunk and handed it to Rea. “You know how to use this,” he asked.

Rea turned to him and cocked the gun. She smiled and pulled the trigger. The gun, loaded with rock salt, shot a tree that was behind Dean, just above his shoulder. “You tell me,” she asked with a smile. Then Sam and Rea both began for the cemetery.

Dean ran to catch up with them. “You’re insane. Has anyone ever told you that,” Dean shouted as the trio walked towards the Wilkes Mausoleum.

“Oh and you’re just buckets of normal,” she said sarcastically. “Lighting a girl’s hair on fire.”

“Stealing a kid’s clothes and hanging them from the flagpole of a law office,” Dean said bitterly.

“Putting hot sauce in my chocolate milk,’ Rea added.

“Only because you did,” Dean snapped.

“I only did that because you ate all my birthday candy!”

“I see now what Dad decided to separate you two,” Sam said with a laugh.

“Shut up Sammy,” Dean and Rea said in unison.

“Its Sam,” he corrected them bitterly.

“Whatever,” Rea said with a laugh.

The trio entered the mausoleum. “I got a bad feeling about this,” Sam said softly.

“You have a bad feeling about everything Sam,” Dean commented. Not more than a second after the words left Dean’s mouth the doors to the crypt slammed shut and it was pitch black. “Have I mentioned that I hate your bad feelings Sam,” Dena asked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Rea are you all right?” There was no answer. “REA!” Dean shouted only to hear his own voice echoing off the walls.

Andrea had been pulled into a separate room. It was lit by candles and furnished with 17th century furniture. Rea looked around and finally noticed the woman standing in front of her. The woman looked no older than Rea. She had long, thick, wavy brown hair and icy blue eyes. This strange pale woman stood a couple inches taller than Rea. “You did not heed my warning child,” she whispered. Her voice held the singsong quality of a heavy Irish accent. The woman stopped and studied Rea. “I must tell you I was disappointed to learn you were not a man. However, I do thank you for bringing me such handsome men. The young one, he has power I haven’t felt in ages.”

“Believe me, you don’t want them,” Rea said. “One’s whiney and the other’s an idiot.”

The woman simply laughed. “You should not lie to me child,” she said simply. She walked up to Rea and looked into the girl’s eyes. “I cannot kill you as I had hoped. You are lucky. You live today; tomorrow I may be less forgiving.” The woman smiled and the candles went out making the room void of light. Rea felt something push her and she fell backwards. Then she felt her head meet the concrete.

“Rea,” she heard a familiar voice say. Rea stood slowly. She could feel warm blood flow down her face. “Rea are you all right?”

“I think so,” she said softly. Rea latched onto the arms that held her up.

“Sammy, let’s get out of here,” Dean shouted holding Rea. “I think we’ve explored enough.” There was no answer. “Sammy!”

“This way,” Sam whispered taking his brother’s arm. Sam led them out of the mausoleum. The sun was still up and there was plenty of light.

Dean noticed the blood on Rea’s head. “You and the floor have a disagreement?” he asked. “I take it the floor won that round.”

“Something like that,” she answered. Rea looked over at Dean questioningly when she saw him wince. “What’s wrong,” she asked.

“Nothing,” Dean lied. He had suddenly felt a quick, sharp pain shoot through his chest and the down his left arm. It was similar to what he felt in the hospital only a week or so earlier. He didn’t want to worry Sam though so he didn’t say anything. He didn’t want to admit to himself that something may still be wrong with his heart.

Blood, Sweat, and Tears ch. 11

Sam sat straight up in his bed in a cold sweat. He looked around to figure out where he was. They were in a hotel room. It was the same hotel room they had been in for three days. They stopped at the little hotel in Kentucky a couple days after leaving Nebraska and Dean’s near death experience behind. Sam looked over at Dean who was asleep. He sighed and lay back down. That had been so real, even his breathing was heavy. He looked over at Dean again then turned and stared up at the ceiling. He drifted back to sleep after a while though.

“Wake up sunshine,” Dean said giving his brother a shove. Sam opened his eyes slowly and sat up. “We gotta get goin,” he said simply. “We’ve been here long enough.”

“What time is it,” Sam asked groggily.

“About a quarter after six. We’re heading to PA though and I want to get there ASAP,” Dean said simply, packing up his things.

Sam got up and began putting his clothes back in his bag and getting his stuff together. “Why Pennsylvania,” he asked, trying to hide his nervousness. “What’s there?”

Dean paused and looked over at his brother. “I don’t know yet,” Dean said simply. “I got an email from a friend of Dad’s that said we should check it out. I was going to tell you more in the car when you’re actually conscious.”

“Oh,” Sam said vaguely. He finished putting his stuff away and they threw everything in the back of Dean’s Impala. Then they got in and Dean tore out of the hotel parking lot.

“All right,” he said turning down the radio a bit so they could talk. “Here’s the thing. I got an email from one of Dad’s friends that said an old associate of his had died and they had an estate in some small farm town in Pennsylvania. There are some urban legends tied to the house and stuff. I looked online to find something while you were getting your much needed beauty sleep last night.”

“Did you find anything,” Sam asked almost bitterly.

Dean smiled and let out a small laugh. “Four kids went missing a week ago,” he said simply. “They found the bodies of three of them Tuesday.” Sam just stared at Dean. “What,” Dean asked simply. “Anyways, so he said that this chick from Ireland inherited the house. I thought maybe we could go check it out. Maybe a lead to find Dad?”

“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Sam said simply.

“Why the hell not,” Dean asked curiously. “What’s wrong with you today Sam?”

“Nothing,” Sam answered defensively. “I just don’t think it’s a good idea. I don’t think its our kind of thing.”

“That’s a load of crap Sam,” Dean said quickly. “You know this is our kind of thing. What? You have a problem with Saratoga Pennsylvania?”

“No,” Sam shouted. “Its just… I just don’t think this is a good idea.”

“Well I’m going unless you give me a damn good reason not to. I’m not gonna do this fight again Sam,” Dean shouted to his brother as he pulled the car over on the side of the road.

“Its nothing,” Sam said with a sigh. “I just have a bad feeling about it all right.”

Dean sighed and turned to his brother. “Sammy,” he said very seriously. “That’s what we do, chase down our bad feelings and beat the crap out of them.”

Sam sighed and lowered his head. Dean was right. Maybe that dream would help them solve whatever was wrong in Saratoga. “Fine,” Sam said reluctantly. He crossed his arms over his chest and stared out the window silently as Dean pulled back onto the road and they headed for Saratoga Pennsylvania.

It took them two days to get there. The brothers pulled up to a small hotel there, the only one in town. Everything, every detail was exactly like Sam has seen. There was just one huge difference. Dean said that Emma’s, if that was actually her name, stepfather was an old associate of their father’s.

Dean walked up to a young woman, probably the same age as Sam, that was standing behind the counter in the hotel lobby. “Hi,” he said flashing a charming smile that made the girl blush. “I was wondering if you could tell us if anyone’s living at the Wilkes’ mansion,” he asked leaning on the counter. Sam stood behind him looking around. He was waiting for the woman to say no one lived there.

“Well you could ask Andréa,” she said cheerfully. “Andréa… umm… Brennan I think. Anyway, you should ask her about the place,” she said with a smile as she stared at Dean. “She lives there.”

“She what,” Sam said turning around instantly. He stared at the girl. Dean turned to Sam and raised his eyebrow with a questioning look.

“You ok there, Sam,” Dean asked with a small laugh.

Sam looked over and Dean. He lowered his head and sighed. “Fine,” he said softly. “What… what did you say her name was again?”

“Andréa,” the girl said softly. “Andréa Brennan,” she said still smiling at Dean.

Sam nodded and headed out the door. “Let’s go Dean,” he said quickly.

Dean looked at the girl and smiled. “You got a name,” he asked.

“DEAN,” Sam shouted.

Dean looked towards Sam. “I’m comin,” he shouted back to his brother. Dean smiled and nodded towards the girl before he turned to follow his brother. He caught up with Sam as they got in the car. “What the hell is your problem Sam,” Dean asked coldly.

“No one knew anyone was there,” Sam said quickly. “And her name wasn’t Andréa it was Emma,” he said firmly.

“What,” Dean asked before started the car.

“I had another dream the other night,” Sam said after a long silence. “This place, that house, the story. Its complicated but it ended with both of us dead, and Dad too,” he said quietly.

“That’s insane Sam,” Dean said instinctively. “Let’s just go talk to this girl and see what she knows all right?”

Sam sighed after a while and nodded then the two headed towards the large mansion they had seen when they entered the town. They drove passed the cemetery as they drove up the driveway. Dean looked over at it. “Creepy enough in the day time,” he said simply. They stopped in front of the house and got out of the car. “So what’s our cover,” he asked. “FBI?”

“She won’t by it,” he said simply.

“Would you stop bein’ so pessimistic.” Sam just shrugged and shook his head. “So what, we just tell her…”

“We tell her who we are,” Sam said quietly. Maybe things were a little different. Maybe it was just a dream. “We tell her who we are because she might know Dad,” he said simply.

“And what if she doesn’t,” Dean asked. “We just go with it and hope she doesn’t think we’re crazy?”

“Pretty much,” Sam answered. Dean looked at him then back at the house. “Let’s go,” he said with a sigh. The two of them walked up and knocked on the door. The girl that opened it was the exact same girl that Sam had seen. His heart stopped for a moment. He looked over at Dean as he smirked at the girl. “Hi,” he said charmingly. “I’m Dean Winchester,” he said with a smile. “That’s my brother-”

“Sam,” she said with a smile. “Wow,” she said looking back and forth between the two of them. Her Irish accent was as strong as ever. “I’ve… I’ve heard a lot about you, come on in.”

Blood, Sweat, and Tears ch. 10

Emma was completely taken by surprise when Dean took her arm. He was forceful and his voice held anger that bordered on hatred. Emma struggled to keep up with him as he dragged her through the Saratoga streets. People stared, but at this point Dean didn’t care. There was only one thing on his mind, finding Sam. “Sam,” he called out as he headed towards the hotel. “Sammy!” Still no one answered him. Dean stopped and pulled Emma close to him. “If he’s dead I guarantee you you’ll be joining him and I promise you it will be a thousand times more painful,” Dean said through gritted teeth as he stared into her eyes.

Tears streamed down, staining Emma’s face. Her body trembled as she longed for Dean’s calm, safe touch, anything but the fiery hatred she felt from him now. “Dean I-”

“Shut up,” he said cutting her off. It killed him to treat her like that but he had to believe it if he wanted others to, and he needed Emma to believe it too. “Sammy answer me damn it,” Dean shouted. The only response he got was the whispers of the on-lookers. Dean dragged Emma to the hotel. The Impala was still sitting, untouched, where he had left it. Dean threw open the door to the hotel room and threw Emma inside before entering. “Sammy,” he shouted almost frantically. “SAM!”

Emma watched him from the floor. She saw the fear in his eyes. Emma’s eyes slowly moved upward, to the ceiling and didn’t move. “Dean,” she whispered.

“I told you to-” he began as he turned to face her. He stopped when he saw Emma’s eyes fixated on the ceiling. His heart raced. Dean was afraid to look up. He finally did though and his fears were realized. Though there was something off about it all, just as there had been with his father. On the ceiling, only a few feet from Dean’s head, was Sam. However, unlike his mother and Jessica, there was no blood. Sam was bruised and beaten, which told Dean he had put up a fight, but there were no large wounds. The other critical difference was that, not only was Sam alive, but conscious. “Sammy,” Dean said quickly. He was reluctant to move, almost waiting for the flames to engulf his brother and burn away all that was left of his family. There was nothing though. When Dean realized this he climbed on the bed and tried to find a way to get Sam down.

“Do not move,” a commanding and familiar voice called from the shadows. The door to the room slammed shut and the blinds closed, darkening the room instantly. Dean found himself obeying the voice without a second thought. He stopped, turned towards the voice, and stepped off the bed. “You move closer to either of them and your worst fears will become reality Dean Winchester.” Natasha appeared from the shadow. She looked down at Emma, who stood slowly.

“Let him go. Your quarrel is not with my brother or me, its with her.” Dean walked up behind Emma and grabbed her by her arms. “Take her,” he screamed in a broken desperate voice. “Take her, she’s yours, just let Sam and I go. We’ll leave and let you have your vengeance!”

Natasha smiled. “You wouldn’t really give the one you love just for your brother’s pathetic life would you?”

Dean stared straight into her eyes. His conviction was unwavering. “Try me.”

Natasha’s smile widened. “I don’t believe you.” She laughed a little as Sam began to scream.

Dean threw Emma at Natasha’s feet.

“Dean what are you-”

“Silence boy,” Natasha said fiercely, turning her eyes towards Sam. Sam screamed in agony. He felt as though he was burning from the inside out.

Dean turned his attention to Sam. “Let him go, you have the girl just let him go!”

The moment Natasha grabbed Emma’s arm and pulled her to her feet, Sam fell onto the bed. Dean ran to his side and rolled Sam onto his back. “Dean,” Sam whispered weakly.

“This quarrel does not involve you Dean,” Natasha said with a smile. “But I have been around for along time and made many enemies. Vengeance does involve you child,” she said with a laugh. “It wasn’t as immediate and if you have just obeyed me, maybe I would have spared you. You did not heed my commands however. I told you not to get any closer to either of them.”

“You’ve let your brother taint you Dean,” another painfully familiar voice said from the shadows. The brothers stared unbelieving as John Winchester stepped out of the shadow and stood next to Natasha. “You used to be so loyal, so obedient Dean. You were a soldier, exactly what you needed to be. I thought I could trust you on your own. You’ve disappointed me Dean.”

Dean stood and stepped away from Sam. “Dad, I’m sorry,” he said quickly.

“I understand son,” he said calmly. “Right now you need to listen to me. She is trying to help you; you just can’t see it. Dean you have to destroy what it seeks. That’s the only way to save us, to save Emma.”

“Fine,” Dean said quickly. “Tell me what it is and its as good as gone.” There was silence as John’s eyes traveled to the weak boy lying on the bed. Dean’s eyes followed his father’s. “But… but you told me to protect him, to keep him safe. You said it was my job, my only job.”
“I didn’t know the things I know now Dean,” his father said softly.

Dean looked from Sam back to his father then back to Sam. H didn’t even notice Natasha and Emma were gone. “Dad I can’t,” his voice drifted away as he felt his father place a dagger in his hand. He looked down at it, then back at Sam. Sam looked terrified. He kept trying to speak but no sound came out. “I can’t kill Sam,” Dean said shaking his head.

“That’s an order Dean,” his father shouted. “Do not disappoint me again!”

At that Dean’s expression hardened, he stood straight and tightened his grip on the knife. Then he walked over and stood next to Sam. A few tears fell from Sam’s eyes, as Dean got closer. Dean looked down at him and raised the dagger. His hand trembled and a single tear fell from his eye.

Do me a favor Sammy,” Dean said quietly, in a broken voice. “Say hi to Mom and Jess for me.” Sam simply nodded as he realized there was nothing he could do to stop it now. Dean raised the dagger and passed for just a moment as his eyes met his baby brother’s. Then with all his strength Dean plunged the dagger into Sam’s chest, going straight through Sam’s heart. Blood covered Dean’s hands as he fell to his knees. He looked around and he was alone. He saw the bloody, lifeless body of his little brother and broke down. He took Sam’s hand and buried his head on the bed. Dean’s entire body quaked as he cried. Then he felt a soft hand rest on his shoulder. He turned and looked up at Emma knelt in front of him.

She placed her hand gently on Dean’s cheek and wiped away his tears with her thumb. “Shh,” she whispered soothingly. He opened his mouth to speak but Emma placed two fingers over his lips to silence him. “I know it hurts Dean,” she whispered as she cupped his face in her hands and pulled him close. She kissed him passionately and for a split second his pain went away. Emma pulled away and looked into Dean’s eyes. “You were only doing what your father told you, like a good little boy,” she said softly. She kissed his lips lightly once more.

“I can make the pain go away Dean,” Emma whispered in his ear. She kissed his neck softly. Dean stared at her and ran his fingers through her hair. She leaned back and looking into his beautiful, broken, hazel eyes. Emma leaned forward and kissed his lips once more. She felt tears on his face. “Do not be sad Dean,” she whispered. “It will be over soon.” She kissed his neck once more. Suddenly Dean felt a sharp pain and moments later everything went black.