Devils We Make, Sequel to: End of the Line

Devils We Make


They sat in the Impala in utter silence, Dean every now and then casting a weary eye at Sam, who sat with his head down. Ellen kept a respectful quiet, watching the road ahead with focused eyes. When Dean saw Sam reappear from that hell hole Hades, he was relieved…for a moment, then he realized the demonic Dean wasn’t following. It didn’t take a genius to realize what had happened. Poor Sam, first Jessica then the demonic Dean. While John’s death had also hurt Sam, the pain was joint felt…it had hurt Dean as well.

Sam closed his eyes, which were burning from being in the heated city. His demonic brother died over and over in his mind. After killing Mary, Sam’s demon power had gone away…so why did he feel even more like a monster? He wanted to cry, he wanted to scream until his throat bled, he wanted…to feel something. Sam, from the moment he’d returned, had felt a resonating hollowness in his heart. He was so cold and the tears…they just never came. Sam bit his lip, opening his eyes to the sunrise. He knew Dean wanted to say something kind, but honestly Sam didn’t want to hear something that Dean wouldn’t normally say. The Bobby’s house came into view and the Impala roared to a halt. Both Winchesters and Ellen got out and entered the familiar doorway. Bobby closed the door with a snap, making Sam jolt slightly.

“Sam, it’s okay,” Dean said soothingly.

“No Dean, it’s not okay…it never will be,” Sam replied deadly.

“Hey, don’t talk like that! It’ll always hurt, but we got to move on,” Dean said, clasping Sam’s arm.

“Move on? MOVE ON!? HOW CAN YOU SAY THAT!?” the previously silent Sam roared suddenly.

“Sam, calm down. I know you miss him, hell, I even miss that smug bastard, but you have to let him go. Otherwise it’s going to kill you on the inside!” Dean said, staring at Sam.

“Kill me on the inside, huh? Well, that’s too late,” Sam said tonelessly, jerking his arm free and sitting down on an old couch.

“What are you saying, Sam?” Dean asked, kneeling down to see his little brother’s face.

“Nothing…just nothing. We should thank Bobby and go find a motel, I’m pretty tired,” Sam murmured, not meeting Dean’s eyes.

“Sam…fine. I’ll go thank Bobby, why don’t you go out and wait in the car?” Dean said, pulling on a weak smile.

“Whatever,” Sam sighed, standing and going out the door.

The gravel crunched beneath his shoes as Sam made his way towards the Impala. He felt so drained…so tired. It was almost like he wasn’t himself anymore. Sam sat for what felt like hours it the chilly car before Dean appeared in the driver’s side mirror. Grunting inwardly, Sam twitched his brother a faint grin. Dean nodded; Sam could tell he was trying to be positive. But even Dean couldn’t possibly know the silent agony Sam was feeling, or better yet, not feeling at this moment. Minutes ticked by as the motel lights flickered into sight, finally they could get much needed rest.

Sam followed Dean with his stuff, dropping it next to an empty spot and plopping down onto an oddly decorated bed. He heard Dean sigh as he too sat down onto the other free bed. Darkness soon enveloped Sam…and that’s when the dream started…

hi great start cant wait to find out wot happens next

great start djinn! poor sam, cant even imagine what being all hollow in the inside can feel like--i bet it was like loosing a brother (ironically another dimension brother)...this is the start of something, thats for sure ...cant wait for the next update, so you better start typing!

Thanks guys. I'll have more posted hopefully real soon.

YAY! i waited for this since i read the last chapter of End of the Line! AWESOME start! i so can't wait to hear more about Sam! can't wait for more! update soon! -Rachel

I bet there's going to be fun and games ahead (and not in a good way)
Sammy's dreaming? never a good thing, I hope dean can help him,somehow.
Great start, can't wait for the next chapter.

Woo Hoo! It's here! Love the beginning! Update soon!

‘A man, most likely a hunter, was walking to his car. The gravel crunching ominously in the silence of the night as he jingled his car keys. You didn’t have to be a rocket scientist to realize something horribly wrong was about to happen. Sam could feel it in his gut, this man was in danger. He opened his mouth to scream, to yell, or to just alert the hunter something was coming.

Then, as fast as it came, the vision shifted…and there was blood. Oh god, so much blood. It would put the best gore movie to shame, flying in crimson arcs all over the place. But it wasn’t just the blood, no…Sam felt the cold biting into his skin, he felt the blood flecking his face. The hunter was long dead, the vision shifted to the man’s car. The murderer’s face came into view, spattered with blood, but still visible. It was Sam…he was grinning wickedly through the distorted reflection.’

“OH MY GOD!!! OH MY GOD, NOOO!!!!!” Sam awakened, screaming with the tang of blood in his throat.

“Sam!? Sam! What is it?” Dean yelled, leaping over to his brother’s thrashing form.

“No, no, no…” Sam sobbed hoarsely.

“Sammy come on, tell me what’s up?” Dean said, placing a steady hand on Sam’s heaving back.

“Don’t. EVER. Call. Me. SAMMY!!!” Sam roared, twisting around and putting his older brother into a headlock.

“Sam…” Dean gasped, now under his younger brother.

“Don’t look at me, don’t talk to me, and DON’T EVER TOUCH ME!!” Sam raged, holding tight onto Dean.

Dean tried to respond, but his face was smashed into the bed. What the hell was going on? Sam hadn’t had visions in a long time, so what was causing this? All the sudden a knock shattered Dean’s thoughts…Bobby. Dean had told the older hunter to come over once they’d found a motel. ‘Thank god,’ Dean winced as Sam pressed down harder. Was Sam actually trying to smother him!? God dammit! Dean grunted and with what was left of his strength managed to free his mouth.

“BOBBY! HELP!!” Dean grudgingly screamed as Sam covered his mouth again.

The older hunter smashed open the flimsy door, entering the room to find Sam smothering Dean. The look on Sam’s face is what threw the veteran hunter; it was hateful…nothing like the Sam he knew. Shaking his head, Bobby leaped on top of Sam and pulled the seething Winchester to the ground, pinning him. Dean rolled the other way, gasping for air. Bobby strained to keep Sam down; the youngest Winchester was fighting hard. Dean reappeared, still gasping, and with a pained look brought his fist down on Sam’s head, knocking him unconscious.

“What the hell was all that about, Dean!?” Bobby said, getting up from the floor.

“Sam…he must’ve had a vision or something…it wasn’t like him, Bobby,” Dean wheezed, sitting on the edge of the motel bed.

“Damn straight, now let’s get him tied up before he wakes up,” Bobby huffed, grabbing Sam’s limp frame and pushing it into a vacant chair.

“God, I never knew he was that strong,” Dean said, rubbing his throat.

“Me neither,” Bobby agreed, tying Sam’s wrists behind him.

Sam had a dull throbbing pain resounding throughout his skull. Not to mention the fact his throat was killing him, what had happened? He let out a groan, flicking his eyelids open to see a concerned Dean and suspicious Bobby. Sam also noticed his arms were tied behind him…oh god, what did he do?

“Dean?” Sam croaked, raising his head slowly.

“You okay, Sammy?” Dean asked, Sam noticed his brother had paused before saying ‘Sammy’.

“Yeah…it was the most horrifying vision I’d ever seen,” Sam rasped, shivering from the thought of all the blood.

“Vision? What was in the vision, Sam?” Bobby asked, his face morphing into a concerned one.

“Some man, a hunter I guess, someone or something was killing him. There was so much blood,” Sam whispered, closing his eyes to block out the memory.

“Bobby? You know anyone who got attacked last night?” Dean asked the hunter.

“Yeah, as a matter of fact, I do. A friend of mine said a hunter was killed last night, pretty gory from what I heard,” Bobby stated, shaking his head sadly.

“Oh god, we’re too late,” Sam muttered, hanging his head again.

“Hey, you know sometimes the visions aren’t always projected towards the future. Don’t beat yourself up about it, we’ll figure it somehow,” Dean said, patting Sam’s shoulder.

“Speaking of beating…why am I tied up? Did I hurt you, Dean?” Sam said with sadness in his eyes.

“Well, after your vision…you kind of spazzed out and tried to smother me, but that’s in the past now,” Dean said, shrugging and bending to untie Sam.

“Smother you!?” Sam said, wearing a look of shock on his face.

“Yeah, Bobby pulled you off, noticed you were smothering me, and I knocked you out. Look, stop acting like I killed your puppy. We know it came as an after-effect from the vision, so leave it,” Dean ordered, tossing the chord aside.

“Dean, can I have a word?” Bobby asked, motioning towards the doorway.

“Yeah, sure. Sam, I’ll be right back,” Dean said, nodding comfortingly at his silent brother.

“Okay,” Sam sighed.

Sam rubbed his wrists as Dean exited the motel room. He felt a pang of guilt for not telling Dean the whole vision…that he’d seen himself after the murder. None of his visions had ever put him in the position of the attacker, which meant Sam was the one who did it…

oooooooh! nice one djinn! this is a strange dilema...so evil sammy's making an appearence, huh? trying to smother dean and all--freaking dean out in the process! something is definately up w/ sammy (see how i pointed out the obvious?)

loved the chap djinn! update soon!

loves, Hannah

Sweeeeetttttttttttt!!!!!!!!

A-W-E-S-O-M-E!

This is great...

OMG Sam killed that man? and then tried to kill Dean?

It had to be other dimension Sam right?...right?

great story i love it

plz add more soon

WOW! that was sooo cool! now i'm all pumped for the next chapter! lol. i wanna read the next update! lol. i can't wait to see where the vision leads! the story is looking really good! and i can't wait to read more, so update really really soon! -Rachel

i agree!!!!!!!!!

i agree!!!!!!!!!

this in an amazing fanfic!!!!!