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  He's leaving. For good. Without Sam he has no reason to stay.

  Megan tried to shake off the feeling, and went back inside. She knew what she had to do. If Dean came back, he would be pissed, but maybe he wasn't coming back, anyway. Either way, she wasn't letting Sam become a zombie. She knew how much he feared becoming a monster, and she wouldn't let him become one.

  She gripped onto her pistol, causing her knuckles to go white. When she creaked open the door and peered in, it almost looked like he was sleeping. His face was peaceful and calm yet pale void of life. She stopped when she was standing right beside him. "I'm so sorry, Sam." She whispered. She raised the gun. The end of it was just a few inches from his face. "I have to... you'd understand..."

  She felt the trigger beneath her finger. Her whole body tensed in anticipation of the shot, but she couldn't pull the trigger. "Damn it!" She put the gun on the side table before completely falling apart. "Damn it Sam! I'm sorry. I was supposed tuh..." She was sobbing again. "I can't... I can't do it..." She knelt beside the bed and grabbed Sam's sleeve. She clenched her fingers around the fabric ad let her head fall onto his chest.

  Her tears soaked his already bloodstained shirt as she weeped into him. "What are we going to do, Sam? Me and Dean... what are we gonna do without you?" Beneath her, she felt something move. She hushed herself and listened, and she heard a faint gurgling noise. She raised her head and let go of him. "Sam?" She whispered, her voice garbled with confusion and hope.

  She was hoping to see Sam sit up, and open his hazel eyes and smile warmly at her. She wanted him to hold her and tell her that he was fine, that this was all some twisted dream.

  She didn't get what she hoped for.

  Sam's eyes shot open, but they were no longer full of life. They were glazed and hazy. He opened his mouth, but no reassuring words came out- just a low growl.

  Realizing what had happened, Megan pushed herself away from Sam, falling back onto the carpet. "Oh no, Sam. Please..." He turned...

  Sam rose slowly, and blankly stared at Megan. In that split second, Megan thought that maybe he recognized her. But as quickly as the idea came to mind, it was stuck down. Sam lunged at her- albeit, clumsily. Megan screamed and kicked at him as his nails scratched at her skin. He fell off the bed, landing on her legs. Megan tried to crawl away, but even dead Sam was stronger than her.

  Megan saw the gun on the side table. I need to get to that gun...

  …

  Dean stood at the crossroads. He didn't have all the materials needed to summon a crossroads demon, but what he had he stuck in a small box and buried it. "Come on you son of a bitch," Dean yelled out, hoarsely. "You know why I'm here. And I know your all desperate a piece of this." He taunted, hoping that the demonic bounty on his head was enough to get the demon here on its own.

  "Well, well, well. What a surprise- a Winchester trying to sell his soul." Dean turned at the sound of a woman's voice. The demon took the body of a pretty brunette woman. Her eyes were black pits as she stared at Dean. "I feel like I've seen this all before."

  "Can you bring Sam back?" Dean cut to the point. "Well?"

  "For a price," The demon cocked its head to the side, grinning evilly. "But I don't know why I would. I mean, do you really want to bring little Sammy back into this world? I mean, work is scarce these days. So little humans left; so few souls willing to sell."

  Dean ignored her. "You bring Sam back, and I get 10 years. That's the deal."

  The demon laughed. "10 years? You've got to be kidding me. Did you hear me? Times are tough for us all. I need souls, and I need them fast. Not 10 years from now."

  Dean pressed his lips together and narrowed his eyes. "That's the deal you give everyone. I-"

  The demon raised one eyebrow. "I'll give you one year." Before Dean could protest she raised her hand to stop him. "It's a better deal than your daddy ever got."

  Dean crossed his arms, debating the demons offer. He wanted Sam back, oh God did he want him back, safe and sound. The thought of Sam as one of those undead monsters was too much, but the thought of having to shoot him was even worse.

  "Fine, then. Have fun burying your brother, Winchester." The demon shrugged and turned, only making it two steps before Dean was calling her back.

  Winchesters. She rolled her eyes. "That's what I thought."

  …

  Megan hooked her fingers into a fistful of his hair, and pulled his head upward, keeping his teeth as far away from her skin as possible. Sam grabbed at her, but she managed to get her legs free and run for the gun. Her hand reached out, Megan tripped in her hurry, but managed to snatch it on her way to the ground.

  She turned and pointed the gun at his head once again, this time with a renewed sense of purpose. Sam twisted to see her, grasping at her thoughtlessly. "I'm sorry, Sam."

  She was about to pull the trigger, when Sam suddenly stopped.

  He stopped growling. His hands fell to his sides. His lifeless eyes narrowed as he stared straightforward. Then, abruptly, he gasped and began to convulse like he was having a seizure.

  Megan, scared and bewildered, couldn't do anything but freeze where she was- curled up with both hands gripping the gun.

  Sam stopped jolting and fell backwards into a heap, as still as he was before re-awaking.

  Megan did not move. She didn't even blink as she kept Sam in her sight, waiting for something even more terrifying to happen. She wished for nothing more that for Dean to be here, now.

  …

  A moan escaped Sam's lips. His head hurt, but not as much as his shoulder. He blinked his eyes open and immediately recognized his surroundings as a hotel room. Like the hotel Dean and I are staying at until Dad gets back from his hunt.

  No, that was a long time ago. That was years in the past. No, this hotel was like the one he, Dean, and Megan were calling home for the time being. But why was he on the floor?

  He sat up, his right arm reaching for his left shoulder. There was a little blood, but it was dry, so the wound was old.

  Only then did his eyes finally find Megan, shrunk back beside the bedside table, her eyes wide and her hands trembling around her gun. "Megan?" He put his hands up, gesturing that he meant no harm. "Megan, what happened? Are you okay?"

  Megan's mouth opened and closed, and then opened again. "Sam?" Her voice was quiet and as shaky as she was. "Is that really you?"

  Sam nodded, relief flooding his system as she lowered the gun. "Sam... you... you're alive!" She crawled forwards and wrapped her arms around him, sinking into the familiar embrace.

  Sam rubbed her back, but his face was twisted in confusion. "Alive? Yeah, of course I'm alive..." He pulled away, holding her out so he could see her face.

  "Why would I... Megan- what happened?"

  3- SOLD! (to thee highest bidder)

  "Megan, if I was dead... how on Earth am I alive now?" Although it was weird to say it out loud... Sam believed her instantly. He knew something was off the moment he woke up. He knew something had happened- something big. So when Megan told him that he had died, and miraculously woke up again, he believed her.

  Megan pulled herself out of Sam's arms. She looked him over again and again... but he was definitely alive. "I don't know, man. But you... you were turned and everything. There was no way that you could..."

  Sam nodded, understanding. "But then...how?" They both sat there on the floor, unsure of what to do, until a thought popped into Sam's head. A very, very bad thought. "Megan... where's my brother? Where is Dean?"

  …

  Dean had always drove unnervingly fast; usually well over the speed limit and cut a lot of corners. But he was never a reckless driver. Today, however, was different. Today he was driving at such speed with so little thought involved, that even driving down an empty road was exceedingly dangerous with him behind the wheel.

  The car came to an abrupt halt just inches from the side of the hotel building. Deans mind was racing as he parked the car and ran out without even bothering to
close the door behind him.

  He found the room he had left his brother in, and suddenly he was frozen in place. What if it hadn't worked? What if the demon was lying to him, or just couldn't bring Sam back? Dean might have stayed there forever, frozen in place, if he hadn't heard noises coming from the room.

  Cautiously, he walked towards the room, peering through the open door. "Sam?"

  Sam and Megan spun their heads towards the door, where Dean now stood. Megan's face was blank, as she struggled to understand what Sam thought he did. How could he bring Sam back? That doesn't make any sense.

  Sam's eyes widened. "Dean."

  Dean smiled even though he felt like crying. Sam was alive. He was living and breathing once more, and that was enough for Dean. "I'm glad you're awake..."

  Sam stood up to face Dean. He could feel tears forming, but he ignored them. "Yeah, Dean, I am. But how?" When Dean didn't respond, Sam asked again. "Dean, how am I alive?"

  Dean clenched his jaw. He didn't think Sam would remember dying. He had hoped his little brother would just block out all that pain, and wake up confused- believing whatever story Dean told him. "It doesn't matter. What matters is that you're okay-"

  Sam shook his head. "No, Dean, it does matter. A lot." He paused, not wanting to say it aloud. "Dean... you didn't... did you... make a deal?"

  Dean opened his mouth to respond, but no words came out. Yes! He wanted to say. Of course I did! And I would again, little brother. I always would.

  "Dean. Did you sell your soul for me?"

  It was a very straightforward question, with an easy enough answer, and yet Dean couldn't answer it. But it didn't matter, because Sam could tell by the sorry, self-reckless look on Deans face what the answer was. He had seen that look before. He saw it every time Dean got into a fight with some boys picking on Sam, or whenever Dean took the punishment for something Sam most certainly did. Except this time it was much, much worse. "No... no, Dean... how could you-"

  "Don't... don't you do that. Don't you be mad at me. I had to, Sammy. I couldn't just let you die. It's my job."

  Megan stood, now, although neither boy saw her. Sell his soul? How...?

  Sam shook his head. It wasn't Deans job to clean up his messes. It was his job to watch Sam's back- but not to sacrifice everything for him. Sam knew this, but he didn't think Dean ever would. "How long did you get?"

  "A year," Dean replied in a quiet voice. For the first time he looked over at Megan, who had been obviously crying. Her eyes were red and swollen, and her cheeks had dried tear stains running down them. She was looking at him with something Dean could only describe as disappointment.

  "A ye-" Sam could not believe what he was hearing. His brother gave up his soul, his life, and his whole future for Sam to live... and he only got a year? "No. No, Dean... we... we can fix this. We can-"

  Dean shook his head. "We can't, Sammy. If I try and find some loophole in my deal... you die. I won't let that happen." Silence filled the room, and Dean knew he had nothing to say. He had doomed himself, and he was okay with that. But he knew that by doing so he was also hurting the only two people he had left, and there was nothing he could do about that. In fact, there was only one thing he could do at this point. "We have to find that demon, Sammy. We need to end this before anyone else gets hurt."

  Sam just stared at Dean for a moment. He had no words, and he had way too many thoughts to think straight. He needed a moment... away from Dean just for a second. He needed to think. "Okay... Okay, Dean. We'll find this damn thing. But don't you think this is over. Don't you think I'm not gonna try my hardest to-"

  "Yeah, I know, Sammy." Dean felt his muscles relaxing as Sam agreed. "I know."

  Sam bit his tongue as he left the room. His plan was to get Dad's journal, and try and find anything he could on the demon. Anything at all that they may have overlooked. He knew there was nothing. He knew that he and Dean had read that thing backwards and forwards. But either way, he needed this. "I'll get Dad's journal..."

  When Sam left, Dean was left alone with Megan. He hadn't really payed much attention to her. Ever since Sam went missing, he forgot all about their own problems, and so had she. When he glanced at her, he thought maybe she was about to rehash old arguments, but he was wrong.

  Instead, she walked over to where he stood, and hugged him. She wrapped her hands around his waist, and lied her head on his chest. It wasn't quite what he expected. He expected a slap in the face at the least. He held her, and ran his fingers through her hair. It was surprisingly comforting. "I'm sorry," He whispered, thinking that was what she wanted to hear.

  "I know why you did it," Megan spoke quietly. "But Dean... you signed away your whole life. You..." You're a dead man. She didn't say, but they both knew it.

  "I know, Megan." Dean felt his body shudder as he held back tears. "But without Sam... I was dead already."

  4- Her Very Soul Breaks Loose

  "What are we gonna do?" Megan asked aloud.

  She was trying to get things moving. Dean was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, and Sam was sitting on the bed, holding their fathers journal. Both of them were walking on thin ice, and neither wanted to say something to upset the other.

  Dean had just sold his soul away to get Sam back, and he just wanted to be done with it. He just wanted to kill the evil son of a bitch that started all of this, and finally put to rest the 23 year old vendetta.

  Sam just found out his brother sold his soul away to keep him alive, and he was pissed. He was angry that Dean would do something like that, especially after what Dean went through with their father. But at the same time, he felt guilty as hell for being mad at the person who gave up everything for him.

  So instead of voicing their feelings any farther, they remained silent.

  "Guys? What about the demon? How are we going to find it?"

  "I don't know," Sam shook his head and dropped the journal on the bed. "We still don't know very much about him. All I know is that he only wants one of us special children alive. And now there's just me."

  "Even if we find it, we don't know how to kill it." Dean added.

  Megan bit her lip. Part of her wanted to slap them both and tell them how stupid they were being. But the other recognized what situation they were in, and wondered how even she was managing to function right now.

  Necessity.

  "Now, now. Why would you want to kill me?"

  All three of them spun to see the demon standing before them in the doorway. His yellow-eyes gleamed dangerously. Dean was the first one to move. He had no weapon, no plan of action, but he had to do something. As a result he was flung across the room and into the wooden desk. The wood cracked at the impact and he fell right through it.

  "Dean!" Sam and Megan shouted simultaneously.

  The demon grinned. With a blink of the eye, he had Sam pinned up against the wall. He felt like his whole body was being crushed, and he could barely breathe. He looked over at Dean, who was still face down in the pile of wood that was the desk.

  Finally, the demon turned to Megan, who was frozen in fear.

  She thought back to the first time she met Sam and Dean. The first time they were attacked, and, just like now, she froze. She had learned so much since then, and yet she couldn't move. That time, Dean had grabbed her and run, like it was second nature to protect. Now, he was unconscious, Sam was somehow hovering in the air and pinned to the wall. She was by herself, and most certainly going to die.

  "Well, I haven't met you before." The demon stepped towards her and she felt her breath catch. "Tell me, are you a hunter, or just some unlucky bitch who ended up with the wrong people?"

  "Go to hell," Megan managed weakly. The demon was just inches away now, and his hand reached out to caress her cheek. She flinched away from the touch, but he didn't stop.

  "Poor choice of words, girl. That's where Dean is going I hear." He laughed. "Nice place, really. Although, it's absolute torture most days." His fingers skimmed down her
face to her neck and chest, finally resting right over her waist. She put her hand out to stop him, but he grabbed it, squeezing it tightly. "You're much to pretty to die. Why don't you wait while I have fun with these boys, huh?"

  With that, he threw Megan through the doorway and out of the room. Her body connected with the wall, and she landed in a pile on the ground. A dull pain shot through her back, and she just managed to open her eyes as the door to the room slammed shut. Damn it!

  Meanwhile, Dean was beginning to wake up. His head hurt like hell, and he could feel something warm and sticky dripping down his face. He blinked his eyes open, and pulled himself into a sitting position. When he stood, his vision got dark and blurry, but he didn't have any time to fall before the demon though him into a similar position to Sam.

  "Not so fast, Dean. I'm talking to your brother, over here."

  The demon fixed his gaze on Sam. "Nice to see you again, Sammy. I must say, I'm surprised to see you alive. After what Jake did, I thought the next time we'd meet you'd be stumbling around, blank faced, with blood dripping out of your mouth." Sam grimace and the demon laughed. "But big brother Dean over here just couldn't have that. I'm glad though. I was rooting for you, anyway, Sam. I wanted you to win."

  "Why?" Sam hissed. "What do you want from me? Why are you doing this?"

  "Because you're going to be my leader, Sammy!" The demon proclaimed. "You're going to do what you were born to do- lead my army of demons. You're tough, you're smart, you're well-trained. You're my favorite."

  "I'm not gonna lead your army, you bastard." Sam growled. "You killed my mother, and my father. You ruined my whole life. I'm going to kill you."

  The demon curled his lips into a sneer. "Oh, Sammy. Don't be that way. Besides... you won't be able to kill me. Not before I kill your brother, anyway."

  He turned his attention back to Dean, who he left fall to the floor. Dean hit the ground hard, but refused to go unconscious again. He could hear Megan banging on the door, and he was at least glad that she was safe. For now, anyway.