Fic: Kira's Revenge - Chapter Three
Title: Kira's Revenge
Author: Gidgetgal9
Summary: An old enemy strikes and the boys don't stand a chance. Takes place S4 after Monster Movie. Sequel to Heart's Desire (here). You need to read the first story for this story to make much sense.
Rating: PG-13
Banner: The super talented dontknowmyname.
Kira's Revenge
Chapter Three
Dean had quickly loaded his brother into the car. Luckily being parked at the back of the motel, had made it easy to 'load' Sammy without being noticed.
While Sam had been in the shower, Dean had thought about what little brother had said about outside forces not leaving them alone.
Running wasn't the answer to saving Sam. How many times had his dad said 'You can't run from a threat, you can retreat but you eventually have to face things head on, Dean.'
So they were retreating until, he could be sure that Sam wouldn't turn evil. But how could he make sure that Sam never turned evil?
It was then that the thought of cleansing his brother had occurred. He would retreat for now, and then find a way to cure his brother of his evilness.
A place to hide out had been the easy part. While exploring the warehouse, Dean had found a nice living area. It would be perfect. The place was abandoned but had all the things he would need to take care of his brother comfortably. Plus with it supposedly being haunted, it would keep people away.
Having decided the best course of action, Dean knew that his brother would be reluctant. His little brother would never want to abandon the hunt while he was needed so Sam would need to be pushed into this.
That is when Dean had grabbed the sedative from the first aide kit and taken his brother out as he left the bathroom.
Dean felt good with his decision as he drove towards the warehouse. He would save his Sam.
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Sam's head felt fuzzy, drugged. He slowly opened his eyes and found that he was in a bedroom that he didn't recognize. He tried to sit up but found his arms and legs were bound to the bed he was lying on.
Then all of the memories hit him. Dean drugged me. Sam realized he was still in his boxers, all that he was wearing as he had exited the bathroom. There was a blanket over him, to keep him warm, but his arms ached from being kept in the same position.
His attention was drawn to the door as it opened to reveal his brother.
“Sammy, you're awake. Are you okay?” Dean's eyes were full of concern.
“Dean, why? Please just untie me, and let's talk, okay?” Sam struggled and was frustrated when his brother just shushed him and tried to calm him.
“I'm sorry kiddo, but this is for the best. I'll work on a better way to restrain you so that you have some movement. You've got to be stiff. I'll be right back.” Dean patted him on the chest and rose to leave.
“Dean, Christo.” Sam wasn't sure if he should be relieved when his brother didn't flinch but just smiled instead.
“It'll be okay, I promise Sammy.” The door closed softly.
Sam closed his eyes and tried to calm the panic that he felt. He took a deep breath and willed his body to relax.
Just as his body began to calm he felt the blanket ripped from him. Flinching and opening his eyes, Sam was shocked by the figure in front of him.
A horrible figure from his past. Kira, the witch that had placed the heart's desire spell on his brother stood in front of him, giggling.
“Oh my Sammy, I never knew you were hiding such a body to die for under all those clothes.” Kira purred as she seated herself next to him.
She's dead, this can't be happening. Sam's thoughts were interrupted when Kira splayed her cold hand across his chest.
“You're a ghost.” Sam whispered out, trying to move away from the frigid touch.
“Yes, my dear Watson, a ghost.” Kira moved her hand down and lifted the waistband of his boxers.
Sam started to scream for his brother when her other hand flew over his mouth. Her grip was so tight he had trouble drawing in a breath.
“Calm down, I was just going to play. But if you're going to be such a fuddy dud, then I'll just get right to the point. Welcome to the warehouse where I died, and where you will join me as your brother kills you with devotion.” Kira whispered the words in his ears and Sam tried to jerk away.
She lifted her hand and Sam took in a deep breath.
“This doesn't look like a warehouse.” Sam whispered out, still out of breath.
“No, well I had made a deal with the owner of the warehouse to set me up here, and it would have been a perfect place for me until your hunter friends showed up. I really should thank them though, because in death, I became stronger. I'm stuck here, but maybe as my power grows, someday soon, I can leave here.” Kira smiled but her eyes held such hatred Sam had to look away.
“You put a spell on my brother the last time we were here, right?” It was obvious to Sam now what had happened to Dean in the haunted warehouse. He hoped by keeping the witch talking his brother would find them, and hopefully snap out of the spell.
“Yes, you see once I got the hang of things, I learned that I could become more powerful by sucking the life energy of humans, and then I decided it would be fun to have a little revenge. I deliberately let myself be seen, to lure hunters here, and imagine my surprise when you and your brother showed up. So I placed Dean under another heart's desire spell only this one is a bit different.” Kira laughed and Sam flinched at the sound of it.
“W-what do you mean different?” Sam stuttered out.
“I'm more powerful so the spell is more powerful. I was able to place the spell on Dean and take his memory of it. And dear boy, if you tell him about the spell and he fights it, he'll be dead in a matter of hours.”
“You bitch.” Sam spat out.
“Yeah well, this is going to be so much fun. Watching Dean save you from the evil inside you. I can feel it you know, the tainted part of you, you're so powerful and in death you'll be mine. And then I'll get to watch your brother fall apart as he realizes that he killed you with love. So much fun to come in the next few weeks. I'll be watching it all.” Kira ran her hand seductively down Sam's chest.
Sam gasped as she groped him and then disappeared in a flash.
Taking a calming breath, Sam's thoughts turned back to the first time his brother had been under Kira's influence.
The last time they had tangled with the witch, the spell had taken a week to fully take hold, but this time it was more powerful and had taken affect almost immediately. This was so not good.
Then there was the fact that if Dean fought the spell he would die. Sam remembered how bad that had been the first time. It had been horrible. His memories took him back to his brother's suffering.
Sam had been sleeping, but was jerked awake. He could hear his brother tossing and turning in the other bed. His brother was mumbling and breathing heavy.
“Dean, are you awake?” Sam sat up in bed and turned the small lamp on that rested on the night stand between the two beds.
Sam watched as Dean jerked up out of bed. His face full of worry, he was pale and shaking. Dean’s body was covered in moisture.
“Are you okay Sammy?” Dean’s voice was rough and hoarse.
“I’m fine, but God, you’re a mess Dean! What’s wrong?” Sam jumped from his bed and sat on the edge of Dean’s, placing his hand on his brother’s forehead. Dean was burning up.
“I’ve been fighting the spell Sam. The more I fight the worse I feel. It’s like I’m a junkie coming down off a fix, and I need another one or I’m gonna die. My skin feels like it’s crawling.” Dean’s voice was soft and broken.
“Dean, you should’ve woke me up, and not suffered in silence all night.” Sam tried to keep the frustration out of his voice, but seeing his brother like this was breaking his heart.
“There’s not anything you can do Sam. I have this stupid urge and unless I give into it, I’m going to hurt.” Dean replied not looking his brother in the eye. Sam could tell this whole thing was too much for his brother to take. It made Sam sick in the stomach to think that his strong willed brother was at the mercy of a stupid spell.
“So is it like this afternoon, when I needed to do as you said? I can do that Dean, whatever it is I can do it. What thoughts are you fighting ?” Sam put his hand under Dean’s chin lifting it so that his brother could see that Sam was okay with this.
Dean took a deep breath and let it out before he answered. Tears were welling up in his eyes when he replied. “There is a thought going constantly through my head like it’s on a loop. If I go to sleep, you’ll leave me. If you leave then how can I protect you?”
“It’s okay Dean.” Sam replied as he gave Dean a reassuring pat on the back.
“It’s not okay Sam, I’m becoming a crazy irrational person that I’m sure you want to get away from.” Dean growled out, looking down at his hands.
“No, you’re my brother who is under the influence of a stupid spell. Until we break the spell, I’ll do whatever it takes to keep you well, okay?” Sam watched as Dean slightly nodded, his whole body showing defeat.
“I’m sorry Sam.” Dean quietly replied.
“No I’m sorry that the bitch got away! Okay to reassure you that I’m going to stay the night, we could sleep together, but you and I know that we would kick each other to death before morning.” Sam watched as Dean perked up and smile.
“Yeah, and you would hog the whole bed.” Dean replied with a smirk.
“Whatever Dean!” Sam smiled back. “Hey, I’ve got it! Dean it’s pretty cold outside huh?”
“Why yes it is college boy, but I don’t see how that helps us.” Dean replied looking confused.
Sam rolled his eyes. “I’m not finished! What if you take my shoes and coat and then lock them in the trunk of the Impala. I’ll go take a shower while you do that, and when you get back in the room you can hide the Impala keys from me. Do you think that would work?” Sam gave Dean a reassuring smile.
“Yeah, I think so Sam, in fact since we’ve started this conversation, I’ve started feeling better.” Dean replied with a small smile.
“I know you can't help this irrational fear that I will leave, but this way I can't leave. There is no way I’m leaving this room without shoes and a jacket, and your boots and coat wouldn’t fit me, so I think we’re good! “ Sam replied with a smile as he got up to grab his shaving kit and a clean set of clothes.
“You better not try to cram your Sasquatch feet into my boots! I might have to fight the urge to kill myself in order to protect you!” Dean replied as he got up from the bed, and collected Sam’s shoes that were on the floor.
“Ha- Ha! You’re so not funny Dean!” Sam smiled and closed the bathroom door.
A few minutes later, Sam felt clean and more relaxed as he opened the bathroom door. He noticed that Dean was sound asleep in his bed, softly snoring. Sam sighed in relief, he knew that things would probably get a lot worse, but for now he would take what he could get. A quiet night of sleep.
Sam trembled remembering how sick his brother had been. He couldn't let that happen again, no he had to play along with his brother's urges no matter how crazy they seemed, at least until he could get them some outside help. He could do this for his brother.
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Dean hated having to bind his brother, if only he could make him understand. He had to do this, he had to cure his brother before it was too late.
He quietly entered the bedroom that Sam occupied, shocked to find his brother uncovered.
“Sammy, you'll catch cold.” Dean rushed over with handcuffs in hand.
“Dean, I'm okay really, no need to worry.” Sam's face was full of concern so different from the angry, confused Sam that he had faced just a few minutes before.
“Sammy, I thought that I could chain you to the bed, that would give you more movement.” Dean replied as he untied his brother's ankles, rubbing them to get the circulation going.
Sam winced but then moaned with approval. “Thanks Dean.”
“Sure kiddo, now I'm going to untie your hands, please don't fight me.” Dean watched as his brother nodded in agreement.
“Yeah, okay, whatever you need me to do Dean.” It was confusing to Dean, the about turn in Sam's demeanor, but he was happy to have Sam accommodate him.
True to his word, Sam let Dean untie each wrist and let him slip cuffs on each wrist. Dean attached a chain to the bed, it was long enough so that Sam could move around the room and reach the bathroom.
“Sam, do you need anything?” Dean was still puzzled over his brother's docile behavior.
“Maybe food soon? But I really want to talk Dean, uh about your plans and what exactly is going on in your head. I need to understand.” Sam's eyes were pulling the full puppy dog look.
“Well, things have changed Sam since I got back. You've started using your powers, and hanging with Ruby. I can't help but think your heading down an evil path that you'll never escape from Sammy. You've made the angels angry, and I well, once I saw...” Dean had trouble voicing his one true fear.
Sam's face scrunched up in concern. “What did you see Dean?”
“That afternoon after you broke the ghost sickness's hold on me, your eyes flashed yellow at me. It was just for a second, but Oh God Sam they were yellow.” Dean watched as Sam gasped as if he'd been slapped.
“D-Dean, I um, maybe it was a residual hallucination?” Sam's tone was pleading.
“That's what I thought, but what if I'm wrong, we can't be wrong. I have to save you Sammy, you understand that right?” Dean watched as Sam gave him a teary smile.
“Yeah, I understand Dean. You have to save me, and I'll do whatever you want to accomplish that. Do you have a plan?” Sam's voice was quiet.
“No, I thought that if I could cure you, then you'd be safe.” Dean watched as Sam sighed and gave him a nod.
Dean felt his stomach clench and his world becoming a bit blurry.
“Dean are you okay?” Sam laid a hand on his thigh, voice full of concern.
“I just feel weird. Out of control.” Dean realized that the fact he didn't have a cure for his brother was causing him to panic.
Just as he was about to explain his panic, he felt a sharp pain in his abdomen causing him to bend over in agony. Sam caught him and held him close.
“Dean, talk to me man, what is it?” Sam grip was tight and his voice wavering with fear.
“I need to save you but I don't have a cure.” Dean mumbled out.
“Calm down Dean. We just need to research this, like we always do.” Sam's voice had a calming affect and the pain began to subside.
Dean slowly sat up on the bed next to Sam.
“M' better Sam, thanks.” Dean sputtered out.
“Good, now if you could get my laptop, I think we could find some answers.”
“Sure, give me a minute to catch my breath and I'll run to the car.” Dean whispered out.
“Dean, it will be okay. Nothing to fear, I'm not leaving. You have me chained up with no clothes, so even if I wanted to leave I can't and we'll find a way to save me. Don't worry yourself okay?” Sam's voice was stern.
“Thanks Sammy, I knew you'd see things my way. This is for the best.” Dean watched as Sam flinched but quickly hid it with a reassuring smile. He knew this was hard on his independent brother to be kept chained like a prisoner but soon it would be over and Sam would be free of the evil inside him.
Soon.
-0-
As soon as Dean felt up to it, he left Sam to get the laptop. Sam took a calming breath to clear his head. It had been a nightmare watching his brother get so worked up and ill in a matter of seconds.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the sound of laughter. Sam gasped as Kira appeared before him without warning.
“Well Sammy, this is just so much fun. Dean won't be able to save you and will die a painful death in front of you and then I'll have the pleasure of sucking the energy from your body, and you can join me on the other side. So much fun!” Kira purred and sat next to him.
Sam stood and glared down at Kira. “Dean will not die because I'll make sure he has a way to cure me. You will not win, I promise you that.”
“Whatever, watching your brother trying to cure you will be so much fun too! I win either way!”
Kira's laugh echoed as she disappeared, leaving a queasy feeling in Sam's stomach.
Sam slumped down in his bed, determined to save his brother.
Continued here...
A/N: A big thanks to BlueEyedDemonLiz for taking time to beta this chapter for me. Thanks for reading.