Fanfic: Half A Life (9/11)

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Author: Lonnie
Genre: Angst/Hurt/Comfort
Characters: Sam, Dean, Bobby, Trickster
Summary: Dean's deal is almost done and Sam's beyond desperate. With one last idea he goes to find the demon that will be the owner of his big brother's soul with an offer that surprisingly enough is accepted!
Link to fanfiction.net:
http://www.fanfiction.net/s/4391587/1/Half_A_Life

Big thanks to KidKneeGirl for being such a sport to beta check the story for me :D



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9 - On the Road Again

"You're alright?" Dean looked over at his brother in the passenger seat of the Impala. Sam sat low in the seat, body hanging limply as if unconscious.
"Been better I guess," Sam almost whispered as Dean steered his beloved car along the swingy road, following Bobby's car, occupied by Bobby himself and the tricksless man.
"I hate to rip up bad memories, but do you remember more things from Hell?" Dean kept moving his gaze from the road to his baby brother. Sam lazily rolled his head towards his brother and glared,
"Can you please stop staring? I'm okay, okay? I'm not going anywhere," Sam closed his eyes tiredly and rubbed a hand over his chest.
"No can do. I can't help it, but you've died on me one too many times now and I fear that if I look away something bad's gonna happen... again! Why did you make this deal, Sam? I'm going all paranoia, chick flick godzilla over here!" Dean suddenly felt all his thoughts slipping out like word vomit and Sam bit his bottom lip when he saw tears run freely down his big brother's cheek.
"The whole saving people is totally not worth this shit! Damnit!" Dean was right out crying now.
"Dean, I'm..." Sam reached out a tired hand to lay on his brother's shoulder, but Dean grabbed his hand hard with one hand, the other still tightly around the wheel. Dean was holding so hard it started hurting Sam, but seemingly it was just to have contact with his little brother.
"Oh shut up, you're not sorry. I wouldn't be," Dean snorted through the tears,
"Okay I would be sorry about the pain causing you, but..." he didn't finish the sentence, but relaxed his hold on Sam, but didn't let go completely.
"We're getting out of this together one way or another, okay? Either both live or both... die," Dean swallowed hard and let go of Sam's hand and focused on the road again. Tears drying. Sam nodded silently as he let his hand rest on the seat. He closed his eyes again and slowly drifted into a light sleep. Dean looked over at Sam again and smiled sadly.
"Damn," Dean suddenly cursed when he realized Sam hadn't answered his question about Hell.

They've been driving for almost an hour when the sun set behind the tall trees along the road. Sam was still sleeping like a rock. Dean's stomach groaned hungrily. He picked up his phone and dialed Bobby's number. Dean could see the silhouette of Bobby in the car in front of him as the older hunter reached for the phone and answered.
"Hi Bobby. How's it going?" Dean blinked tiredly and his butt was dying after all the hours in the car.
"It's close to a living hell, but I'm not complaining," Bobby muttered on the other line.
"What? I'm a joy to be with," Dean heard the Trickster's voice in the background.
"See who he sounds like?" Bobby accused.
"Ha-ha," Dean replied humorless.
"How's Sam doing?" Bobby sounded concerned again and Dean looked over at his brother. Sam was still sleeping like a stone, body hanging limply in the car seat and his head turned towards Dean. His face was expressionless, pale and his eyes was covered by heavy lids.
"He's doing his own version of Sleeping Beauty. Anyway I thought we could stop for a break. I'm dead hungry and I want Sam to eat something too," Dean explained as he reached out a hand and carefully shook Sam's shoulder.
"Okay. I think we continue towards Lawrence. It's just about 45 minutes drive from here. Call me when you get here," Bobby and Dean made the deal and a few minutes later the Impala crossed the road and stopped outside a little store.
"Rise and shine, Sammy-boy," Dean shook Sam's shoulder a little harder and received a groan,
"Common. I'm hungry!" the oldest groaned back and Sam finally lifted his head tiredly and looked around.
"Not far from Lawrence. I thought we should get something to eat," Dean explained as he stepped out of the far and closed the door after him.
"I'm not really hungry," Sam muttered as he dragged himself out of the car and stretched his long limbs. They had come to a town that was so small you could count the building on one hand and one finger. The biggest building was the store they were entering and it appeared to only have one wall. The rest was windows and glass walls.
"Of course you're hungry. You're going to eat nonetheless. We've finally found Lilith and you're not going to butt heads with her on empty stomach," Dean was awkwardly cheerful as he spotted all sort of pies on a shelve. Sam raised an eyebrow,
"I hate to break it to you, but the sun is down and shouldn't we be in Lawrence before we take the highway to hell again?" the tallest Winchester ran a hand through his brown, messy hair as he looked over the shelves for something finished to eat,
"Besides, those pies isn't even finished Dean. You gotta find something for the road."
"Kill joy," Dean pouted as he left the pie shelves and followed his brother to the sandwiches and baguettes.

"So."
"So, what?" Dean peeked up at his little brother with questioning eyes.
"Are you going to tell me our plan?" Sam took a small bite of his sandwich and looked back at Dean. They both were sitting on the hood of the Impala outside the store. Sam was frequently checking his clock and the sky.
"Well it's not all fleshed out yet. It was the Trickster's idea really and I think it could actually work. The only problem is that I don't know how thrustworthy he is yet. He is a Trickster after all. Once he get his powers back he might just snap his fingers and vanish. Or kill us," Dean took a huge bite of his food and he could swear his stomach was thanking him. When he turned to look at his brother again he thought Sam looked very thoughtfully.
"Well, he hasn't killed us yet," Sam muttered and Dean sent him a stern look,
"Okay, he haven't killed us for real yet. Which gotta mean something right? Besides we're not the type he goes after anyway. Maybe Lilith are? She's bonded to fit into his list of pompous dicks right?" Sam smiled a little and Dean nodded back.
"Should I be proud or scared?" Dean joked as they finished their food and sat back in the car.
"What?" Sam looked confused as he fiddled with his soda.
"I mean, your ability to put yourself in our enemy's shoes is kinda... scary," Dean winked,
"But kinda useful too. Though there's one thing I don't understand."
"What's that?" Sam rubbed his forehead and stared out the window as they continued the road trip.
"I know I'm not a pompous jerk, but you on the other hand..." Dean gave Sam his usual cocky smile and the little brother just snorted and mumbled an insult.
"Thank you, Dean. That's too sweet," Sam was drifting off to sleep again and Dean's smile turned into a sigh. It was so boring when his brother slept all the way, but he let his little brother sleep.

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"Oh my g-" Sam groaned as he opened his eyes and saw faceless bodies surround him. They were clawing at him, pulling at his hair, twisting his fingers, cutting marks on his body with knifelike fingers. There was a constant glass shattering scream surrounding him. Sometimes close by, other times far away, but always there.
"Leave me alone," he mumbled and closed his eyes. The pain was so overwhelming it was making him all numb. He was terrified. The things surrounded him was something he couldn't really put down in word to describe, but the screaming didn't seem to come from them. They just were there to make sure Hell was worse then one would think Hell as. Sam opened one eye again and saw the things surrounding him. They looked somewhat like humans, just without a face and identity.
"What are you," Sam whispered more to himself as he tried to get out of their grasp. Of course no one answered, but they moved away. Sam tried to sit up, but just ended up rolling around onto his back, hissing in pain.
"I hope you're enjoying your stays, Sammy. This is where you belong," a female voice surrounded him, but it seemed to be bodiless.
"Sammy, Sammy, Sammy. You don't remember me? I'm offended," the voice mocked as Sam's visions turned to flashes. The part he hated the most.
"Meg. You remember me? Meg. How can you forget? Meg. That's not really my name though, but.. Meg seem to be the name I go by now."
His mother flashed into Sam's vision. The long, blond hair his mother used to support was dirty, her eyes were empty. Hollow. The same was Jessica's. Also faces of people he didn't know appeared, but he had learned by the various voices who they were. Samuel Campbell. Deanna Campbell. He had even seen Bela Talbot. And Dean.
"They're on different stages on becoming demons," Meg's voice pitched in again. Sam forced his eyes closed, but to no use. He could still see everything as clear as if his eyes were open.
"Your grandparents have been here the longest, but good thing there's still a long way to go huh?" Meg mocked as the visions of Samuel and Deanna ruined and wasted souls and bodies appeared in his visions. They're bodies was fading into nothing. Mary's body was still whole, but her appearance was more disturbing then imaginable.
"DEAN!" Sam cried, wanting it all to stop. Wanting the 24 hours to end.

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If there was such a thing as a lucky break in Hell, Sam had it now. He woke up panting and sobbing, embraced by his brother who was as shaken up as he was.
"It's okay, Sam. It's over for now," Dean sobbed openly as he grabbed his brother closer. Sam clinged to his brother, his heart beating itself through the ribs.
"It's not real. It's not real," Sam muttered to himself.
"Dad wasn't there," Dean mumbled into Sam's neck,
"Maybe he's in heaven? God, I hope so."
They were quiet. Clinging to each other.
"Rise and shine ladies. It's time to send Queen Bitch to Candy Mountain," the Trickster ripped the car door open. He was rubbing his arm where the binding link had been broken with some kind of heated metal, but the man still had a wide smile on his face. Bobby growled at the Trickster's lack of sympathy for the boys. It wasn't before now Sam realized they were in the back seat of the Impala, deep in a forest. Bobby's car parked in front of them and a tiny, tiny hut the cars were parked by.
"Candy what?" Dean questioned as he drew back from his brother, but kept a hand at the nape of Sam's neck.
"We've got 24 hours on us to end this crappy deal once and for all. Let's no waste more time, okay?" Bobby grabbed the Trickster by the shoulder and pushed him into the passenger seat. Bobby himself sat down behind the wheel.
"Your car broken or something?" Dean wondered with a tight voice. He loved Bobby like his own father, but he preferred driving his car by himself.
"Look at you. None of you are fit for a drive now so I will," Bobby explain matter-of-factly. Dean didn't bother to argue as he was far more concerned for his brother. Sam was fully awake and seemed unharmed physically, but he was broken in other ways. Dean let his little brother lean his head low against his shoulder, keeping a protective and reassuring hand on his neck.

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