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Decided to be nice

Chapter 10

Dean clung to the too still body, tears slipping free before he fumbled with one hand for his knife. He cut into his arm, uncaring of where or how deep, and then pressed the wound to Sam's partially opened mouth. Sam would heal, he always healed. "Please Sammy." He begged shakily. He rubbed at Sam's throat, trying to make him swallow the blood. He only stopped when he started to feel a little light headed. He roughly bandaged to cut and held Sam but there was no change. Eventually he staggered up, pulling Sam's body with him. He got back to the motel somehow and lay Sam out in the back seat of the Impala before covering him with a blanket, like that he looked like he was just sleeping. He threw their things into their bags and then into the car before returning the key. He drove away as fast as he could, not wanting to risk John showing up. He had meant it, if he saw the man he'd shoot him.

He stuck to back roads for several days before finally pulling in at an abandoned gas station. He stumbled inside and then cleared a spot on the floor before pulling Sam inside. He refused to believe he was gone. He knew what corpses looked and smelt like and Sam wasn't like that. His body hadn't even gone into rigor so he couldn't be dead. Dean gently pulled Sam's jacket off and then cut the ruined t-shirt off to find blood coating his chest. Shakily he began cleaning the dried blood off the cool skin to reveal the deadly wound right over his heart. It didn't look like it was healing but then why didn't seem look like a four day old corpse? He should be paler, cold and…smelly. But there was nothing. "Come on Sam, I know you're not dead. Please." Dean pulled him into his arms again and gently ran his fingers through the mop of dark hair. "I need you Sam." He begged. He hadn't realised how much he had come to depend on Sam's presence at his side until now. He couldn't go back to how he'd been before meeting the kid. He couldn't. He cared for him…..he….Dean choked back a sob. "Please Sammy." He whispered before brushing his lips against cool unmoving ones.

Inside Sam's body Dean's blood was ever so slowly being absorbed by his organs and tissues. A bullet to the heart would kill a human but not a demon. Sam was half and half and now his human heart no longer beat.

Dean reached into a bag and pulled out a clean shirt. He placed some gauze over the bullet wound to hide it and then gently pulled the shirt on over Sam's head, not wanting him to be cold. Dean gently stroked his face and then gasped as his back slammed into the wall. He blinked in shock, what had just…Sam? "Sam?" He gasped out past the pressure on his throat even as he stared into yellow eyes. All he got in response was a snarl. He lifted a hand to grab the arm cutting off his air. "Sammy…no…its Dean…" He choked out, begging with Sam to recognise him. He scrabbled at the wall, trying to relieve the pressure on his airways but it was no good, his vision was going grey. "Pl…" Dean went limp and Sam pressed closer, studying him.

He stared at the human pinned to the wall, feeling the urge so he gave in and bit down hard at the base of its' throat, human teeth clamping down hard enough to break the skin and allowing warm blood to trickle into his mouth. He drank everything he could get, feeling his body strengthen until he finally released the human, its body crumpling to the floor.

Sam shook his head, he felt so strange. Where was he? What had happened? Food, he had gone for food and then….his hand went under his shirt, feeling the gauze placed over his heart…..a heart that wasn't beating. He gasped in fear and shock, what was happening to him? He could taste blood in his mouth, human blood…it tasted familiar…..Dean! Where was….."Dean!" He cried in alarm and quickly knelt beside him, seeing the messy bandage in his arm and the oozing wound on his throat. "Dean?" He called fearfully even as he shakily reached to check for a pulse, utterly relived when he found one even if it was sluggish. He gently pulled Dean into a more comfortable position, holding him close. What was going on? He buried his nose in Dean's hair, inhaling his scent. He'd kill whoever had hurt him, he was so angry! He reached out to touch the throat wound and then frowned before jerking back in horror. No…he couldn't have, he would never hurt Dean. He whimpered and curled in on himself, it hurt! He didn't understand what was happening but he had to get help. He stumbled to his feet and picked Dean up, staggering out to the car.

Bobby smiled as he heard the familiar engine. He got up and headed to the door and immediately knew something was wrong as he could see Sam in the driver's seat. Sam got out and seemed to be very unsteady. But then he pulled an unconscious Dean out and Bobby ran towards them. "Sam! What happened?" He called as he got closer. He stopped when Sam pulled Dean even closer to himself and stared at him with wide yellow eyes. "Okay, take it easy son." He spoke gently, not wanting to spook him further. "It's okay Sam, it's me, Bobby. Let's just go inside so I can look you both over." He continued as softly as he could. What the hell had happened to them? They were meant to be on holiday! He slowly reached out and lay a hand on Sam's arm, knowing that Sam could lash out without meaning too. The poor boy seemed to be in some sort of shock but he allowed Bobby to pull him into the house thankfully. "Come on Sam, put Dean down on the couch." He urged but Sam resisted so he ended up pushing Sam down onto him. Sam sat silently, clinging to Dean who remained still though thankfully Bobby could see he was breathing.

Bobby ran to get his rather massive first aid kit and then came back. The first thing he saw was the wound on Dean's throat as well as the bruises, he'd been choked and bitten by something at least. He quickly cleaned the wound with holy water and antiseptic and then covered it. There wasn't really anything he could do about the bruising. He checked Dean for other injuries and found the bandage, undoing it to find a nasty cut that hadn't been tended properly and was becoming infected. He cleaned and re-bandaged it, giving Dean a quick shot of penicillin. "Alright Sam, I need to check for injuries." He whispered gently reaching to feel around Sam's head, nothing that he could feel thankfully. His hands skimmed down Sam's body, searching for wounds but so far nothing. Am sat utterly still except for his eyes which followed Bobby's every move. He tried not to feel nervous but in his current state he doubted Sam would recognise friend from foe in a fight which wasn't good. He finally lifted Sam's shirt and then froze in horror as he stared at the gauze. "Okay Sam, I'm going to take this off. Nice and easy." He murmured, trying to keep his hands from shaking. He removed to gauze and froze, staring in shock at the wound in his chest. How? He should be dead. He slowly moved his hand and found something that made him feel sick, Sam's heart wasn't beating. How was that possible? "Oh Sam." He choked out and Sam cocked his head to the side. "Come on kid, talk to me, please."

Sam licked his lips. "B…Bobby." He whispered and Bobby relaxed a little.

"Yeah, I'm here. Come on back son." He urged, trying to snap Sam out of it.

"Dean...sorry...didn't mean too." Sam mumbled and Bobby swallowed. Dean's injuries….had Sam caused them?

"Shh, it's alright. Dean's here too and he's going to be fine. Just calm down and breathe Sam." He urged, if Sam had attacked Dean it had to have been an accident. He just needed to calm him down and hope Dean woke soon.

Dean groaned, his head was throbbing and it hurt to swallow or breathe deeply. Someone touched him and he jerked, raising a hand to defend himself, someone had hurt him!

"Easy son, just relax." A familiar voice called and Dean forced his eyes open to find Bobby's familiar face watching him closely.

"B..." He coughed and winced. A glass of water was pressed to his lips and he sipped slowly, it hurt to swallow but he knew he needed it.

"Take it slow. Your throats pretty bruised up." Bobby told him. Dean nodded and then looked around in confusion before looking back at Bobby. "How'd you get here?" Dean nodded. "Sam drove you both here. You were out cold and he was….some sort of shock or something."

Dean's eyes widened at Bobby's explanation, memories rushing in and he struggled to get up. He remembered seeing Sam die but then Sam choking him. Had Sam snapped out of that and brought him here? "Sa…."

"Upstairs, kids locked himself in the bathroom and won't answer me."

Dean nodded and staggered towards the stairs. He had to get to Sam, see for himself that he was okay. He banged on the bathroom door. "S..." He coughed. "Sammy."

Inside the bathroom Sam shakily raised his head to stare at the door. That had sounded like Dean. Why would Dean be here after what he had done? Had he come to kill him? He heard Dean bang again and slowly reached out to open the door before looking down. He couldn't get his eyes to go back to human colour for some reason and didn't want Dean to see.

Dean heard the lock click and pushed the door open slowly. He moved inside and found Sam sitting with his head bowed. He walked in front of him and reached out to touch his shoulder. Sam flinched slightly at the touch. "Sammy." He whispered hoarsely, gently tugging Sam's head up. He stroked his cheek, feeling the coolness of his skin and staring into demonic eyes.

"I'm sorry, so sorry Dean." He sobbed and Dean pulled him close. Sam leant his head against Dean's chest, listening to the steady beat of his heart.

"S'okay." Dean whispered, stroking his hair gently. He didn't care as long as Sam was back. Sam shakily lifted his hand to Dean's throat and felt Dean's pulse increase but Dean didn't move away. He closed his eyes and concentrated. Dean swallowed and smiled as the pain faded. "See? All better now." Dean assured him, his heart calming again. He kissed the top of Sam's head. "I…I thought you were dead. He shot you and you just…I didn't know what to do." Dean admitted.

"I don't know what's happening to me Dean, I'm scared. I can't make it go away."

"What Sammy?" Dean asked gently.

"My eyes." He admitted.

"Sam no human can take a bullet to the heart. Yours wasn't beating after….I think maybe…."

"No." Sam denied, shaking his head.

"Shh, it's okay Sammy. We can deal with this. You're still you." Dean soothed, hands moving to gently rub his back and arms. "If it is true though I think you could heal yourself like you do me." He offered and Sam swallowed. "Try Sammy, just close your eyes and concentrate." Sam's hands came up to wrap around Dean's waist, seeking support even as he did what Dean said. He could feel the hole in his body, the catastrophic damage his heart had taken and he fought the urge to throw up. He was still breathing, even though his heart was all ripped up his lungs and everything else still seemed to be functioning, using his powers to work. He trembled as he felt himself becoming drained even as he struggled to fix his heart. He felt Dean tighten his hold, whispering encouragement. Finally Sam gasped as his heart began to beat again, slumping in Dean's arms. "That's it Sammy, so proud of you." He went to kiss the top of Sam's head again but Sam lifted his head which meant their lips met. Sam knew he should pull back but he couldn't and to his shock Dean didn't either. Dean finally moved, pulling Sam to his feet. "Come on, I think we could both use some sleep." He led Sam into the bedroom and pulled him down onto the bed.

"Dean….I need…"

"I know." Dean whispered and then he moved his arm so that is was resting in front of Sam, it didn't take much to reopen the wound and Sam latched on. Dean held him as he drank, stroking his skin gently and whispering to him.

Dean kept his promise to his Dad as he took aim and fired, killing not only his own Father but Sam's as well all with one bullet. As it pierced John's heart his body lit up from within before the yellow faded from his eyes and he collapsed. It had taken a long time to find the mythical gun but they had and now they were free and safe.

"Dean?" Sam called as he stumbled into the large room, a hand pressed to his side.

"Here Sammy." He called and Sam moved to his side, eyes wide as he stared at the body. He absently rubbed his chest, still able to remember the feeling of John shooting him. "You hurt?"

"Just a scratch." Sam assured him. "I'm sorry."

"I'm not, it was his own fault. Let's torch the place and get out of here." Dean answered and Sam nodded.

Dean kissed Sam hungrily, loving the sounds it pulled from the younger male as they writhed against each other. Everything was so much better now that they didn't have to worry about parents. He didn't regret doing what he had, it was necessary and John had stopped being a father years ago. He missed the Dad he remembered from when he was a kid though. Sam nipped at his throat and Dean threw his head back in pleasure. He just might be addicted to Sam taking his blood for energy. Dean pulled him into another kiss and then Sam pulled back, eyes yellow. "Sam?"

Sam reached over for the knife and then cut his own arm and not Dean's. Dean stared in confusion. "I don't want to lose you Dean." He murmured.

"Will this work?"

"I don't know but it's worth a shot right?" Sam asked nervously and Dean grinned before sealing his lips over the wound. He nearly gagged but forced himself to swallow.

Sam sat on the edge of the cliff just watching the waves as they crashed against the rocks. He smiled as he felt Dean strolling towards him, loving the fact he could always feel Dean now. Dean sat beside him and Sam leant against him. Sam turned his head to kiss Dean, eyes flashing and Dean's eyes flashed yellow in return as he kissed back. "Love you Dean."

"Love you Sammy."

The End….for real now.