Warning: F' Word Presence.

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- Face the Shadow -

Chapter 10

Release

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"SAM!" Dean cried in utter anguish, watching in pure horror at the now crimson blade protruding from the left side of his brother's chest. Maroon, scarlet and bright red shades of blood were streaming...no rushing down his chest like a waterfall, thickly making a pool on the floor. Dean raised his eyes to Sam's, and could see the utter agony and excruciating pain exploding from his eyes. He gave a gasp as the blade was ripped out from his chest without any consideration for Sam's well being, then Sam was grasped by the back collar of his neck and thrown away from Dean as if the culprit had now lost interest in him. Dean wasn't aware of Chrissy screaming downwards at Walker, who had been silently knocked over the head in his own little puddle of red, Dean was only aware of those gold gray, triumphant eyes staring at him

It was Hayl, his vampiric fangs curved into his infamous smile. Dean had felt this hatred before, milder, but the same genre. But this, this was far more potent, rearing up like a snake inside him, burning like an inferno and making his bloodstream boil in something so ominous all he could do was bite his lip so hard blood burst from it. Pure concentrated, rigorous loathing that imitated electricity in the way it coursed through his veins, making him tremble with fury

Dean slowly lifted himself up, not taking his eyes of Hayl, his long thin sword gripping in his hands. Dripping with blood, his long black cloak, twisting in the faint breeze dancing in through the front door. Dean faced him, eye to eye, the icy anger making him shiver from head to toe.

He made no effort to control it this time; He actually let it crumble…No, he opened those damn doors for it, and let it seep in with all the intention of killing Hayl. The same insanity tainted his mind with its fire and fury, powering him with unseen strength and hostility, his eyes widened madly so even the masterful Hayl didn't have quick enough reflexes for Dean's first blow to the face.

Dean's fist collided with Hayl's jaw and Hayl soared backwards as his cheek split open in a semi circle of red; he slid along the floor on his back for a few moments. Then immediately got up again, wiping his cheek absently as he did with his cold skeleton like fingers. He then slid his cloak down of his broad shoulders and let it fall onto the floor, forgotten. He gripped his almost katana-like thin sword and then rushed forwards, keeping the blade by his legs as he ran.

Dean ducked swiftly out of the way just in time as the silver metal sliced the air with a sickening swoosh. Dean then sprung up behind Hayl and shot his own arm under Hayl's arm pit, grasping his chest and yanking towards him as he brought his fist into the fucker's head. He heard Hayl make a small 'oomph' noise, and then Dean released him, letting him fall forwards onto his knees

He kicked him brutally in the stomach and let Hayl drop his sword helplessly by his side. Dean slowly bent down and picked it up as Hayl rolled onto his back, clutching his stomach, out of breath

Dean simply raised the sword at head height with one hand and prepared to drive it straight into Hayl, "Stay here" He muttered as he prepared to pin him to the ground with all the strength he could muster

"I made you Dean" Hayl suddenly spluttered through a mouthful of blood. Then Dean almost thought he saw him smile, there was rage, uncontrollable surges of rage in pulses, in heartbeats. With every heartbeat

Dean's eyes were alight with rage and tears, and he plunged the sword into Hayl's chest in a small burst of blood. Dean then kicked Hayl's moaning body and walked across the room, fetching the dagger he had dropped in his previous fight. Ignoring the groaning unconscious vampires

"What are you doing?" Hayl muttered through his bloody gums as Dean dropped to his side. Dean flipped the knife around in his hand then pried Hayl's mouth wide open

Hayl struggled violently as he realised what Dean was doing, only succeeding in twisting the blade around his chest. Dean stuck the dagger into Hayl's mouth and wedged the dagger straight up into his gums, ignoring the desperate cries of excruciating agony and anguish. Then he drove out both of Hayl's fangs and dropped them onto the floor, and let them clatter away. Dean shook his blood stained hands and ignored Hayl's moaning of despair, Dean stared straight into his eyes with pure hatred, and again he stepped across the room

He ignored Chrissy, cowering in the corner, then knelt by Walker's side and felt for a pulse. Which he didn't find. For a few seconds he hung his head and felt regret for the hunters death, he had been pulled into this, and died because of this. He stared down at the dark rugged face of the hunter and mourned for his loss, he raised his eyes to Chrissy, who was watching him with wet ones. He then stabbed his knife deep into Walker's arm, and let blood stain it

Dead man's blood

Again he pried Hayl's mouth open, pretending not to hear the now desperate and hysterical fitting and shouts as he raised the hand above Hayl's mouth, and shoved the blade up through his jaw, and blood spray all over them both

He kept the blade rigid for as long as he could, staring angrily into Hayl's face as he swallowed the poison and convulsed. Shuddering just like Dean had when he turned him…When Hayl turned him…

He remembered now…

Pinned against the wall, struggling and pushing himself backwards as his battered body cried out in disapproval and complaint, aching as he fought further backwards. His eyes widened in shock and anger as one knocked Sam out with his hard fist, Dean watched, frozen, suspended in the moment as his brother's head dropped.

He felt a strong hand force his head backwards, it was Anna…but he could recall now. She didn't bite him…Hayl had, with wide gleaming eyes of insanity. Dean had shouted over and over again through the gag, the stinking gag that smelt like polish. It was making him sick, but he held him stomach down, he didn't like the idea of choking to death on his own vomit. Now he looked back on it he wished he had, wished he had died that night. The smell of varnish invaded his nostrils inhospitably, he coughed and still thrashed backwards and resisting Anna's cold touch as Hayl lurched forwards and sunk his teeth, deep into Dean's throat

And he had cried out, in utter agony as his fangs burnt him like a brand, like hot flame caressing his skin in a dull orange flicker. He had screwed his eyes up tightly as they were at the brink of tears, stinging and itching his eyes. He tried to pull back farther, but the fangs had clamped hard on his neck, and all it resulted in was making the pain worse, almost unbearable

He was screaming now, eyes now running with tears, unearthly screaming he was barely aware of. Just the pain, just the fire like burning in his neck. He felt the fangs invade his skin like when he went to the doctors when he was four to get shots, it was something alien and unknown inside his body, and he didn't like it. He vaguely knew he had kept screaming

Then he was released, gasping in agony as dark clouds swam over his eyes. His vision began to falter as he sank into oblivion, the last thing he saw were those daunting pair of gray eyes, glittering with satisfaction and demented fascination, then black oblivion

Dean's eyes widened in understanding as Hayl died…slowly

Just how Dean wanted it to be

Dean let the dagger slide from his hands, and then he collapsed over to Sam's limp body. His cold, pale, limp body

He was on his knees, slowly sliding his arms under Sam's back and lifting his body to his face. The blood was still on his shoulder, and he was clutching it sorely, soaked with red, but he was still breathing, staggeringly, painfully, but still breathing. Dean stared at him, tears spilling freely without any shame or humiliation. Sam opened his eyes and stared up at Dean, groaning slightly

"Fuck…" Sam muttered, and Dean felt a surge of relief as he realized the wound wasn't fatal

Dean and Sam both whipped their heads around at Hayl's body, some form of sickly grey smoke rising from it. They suddenly heard the other vampires groan pitifully, and begin to shuffle and roll on the floor. Dean blinked and understanding came over him

As he fell backwards, body beginning to convulse

Sam still clutching his shoulder lurched forwards, and grabbed Dean's back before he hit hard concrete. Sam stared forwards into Dean's eyes, glazed and at half mast

"Dean? Dean!" Sam shouted as Dean's body began to tremble more violently, trembling gasps issuing from his mouth. Sam watched in sick fascination as the fangs in his mouth suddenly retracted, and his form went deathly limp

"Dean…" Sam whispered, shaking his body in his arms. "Dean?"

And he breathed, slowly and clearly. His eyes opening and staring at the roof above him blankly

"H-How do you feel?" Sam asked him cautiously

A tear rolled down Dean's face, but not of fear or pain, but of joy

"Alive…" He responded, still half in his thoughts

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Dean and Sam both stood by Walker's grave, each wracked with regret and guilt. Sam hung his head as Dean spoke

"He got sucked in along the way and died because of it…" He murmured, as if it were his own fault. Sam glanced at him then back at the hoary headstone

"He seemed happy to go out knowing he kicked some Vampire ass along the way…" He commented thoughtlessly

"How are they taking to their old 'normal' lives…?" Dean asked him

"They don't seem to believe it…I guess it may take them some getting used to. They were…turned for so long" Sam responded. Dean stared at him

"I told you…not to come back" He gave a sideward glance at the bump in his t-shirt where a bandage had been wrapped over his chest "…You could have died"

"I wasn't going to have you living the rest of your life like a parasite, Dean" Sam told him bluntly

There was an odd silence

"How's Chrissy?" Sam asked

"She's…doing well. She may need some counseling for a few years" He added with a long slow stare. Wind rushed against his frame, he glanced up at the cool gray sky and Sam began to speak again

"Dean…" He began in his low, confronting tone "I…could see you…What you did to Hayl…" He said slowly "Are you okay?"

Dean gave a long sigh, raising his eyes from the dreary graveyard to the sky again "When I was…I…Don't know, it was like parts of me were slipping away. My head felt like fire the whole time, it was like this ton of rage…"

"But it's gone now?" Sam asked him wearily

"Yeah" Dean murmured, obviously stating he had lost interest in continuing the subject. They were silent again, and then Dean turned and walked back to the Impala

And while he was walking he licked his teeth

They were gone

He smiled

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"Sam you okay?" Dean asked as Sam abruptly stopped rummaging his drawers for his Laptop. He hissed in pain and drew his hand back, clutching it slightly. The knife that lay dormant under his junk had slit his palm

"Fuck, I cut my friggen' hand!" He grunted, shaking his hand angrily in the air

Dean snorted "Poor baby" He approached him, grasping his wrist and turning it up so he could see it. Sam yelped a little and glared at him ferociously

"Pfft, It'll heal" Dean assured him. Sam shook his hand free and left the room, muttering about the roughness of some people's hands

Dean glanced at the door then back at his hand, layered with a few small drops of Sam's blood

And he raised his fingers to his lips, and licked them clean

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Fin

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Αιвσυ

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Finished at last. Hope this was good; took me a while to think up and write. I think my average was like 3000 words a chapter, which is the highest I've ever had. I originally intended it to be a tragedy ending…But I think you wouldn't be that happy if I killed anyone…-Sweat-. So here it is, and for some of you that don't agree with "Dean being human again". I'm sorry, if you want my tragedy version I could maybe post it later… A special thanks to everyone who reviewed me and the writers for Supernatural. Keep it up dudes

Signing off…

- αιвσυ

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