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Chapter 19: The Demon And The Glowworm

"You're going to what, Dean? Kill me? You can do whatever you want, after you're human again." Sam pulled out a blood filled syringe from his jacket pocket. "Buckle up."

"Sammy. You know I hate shots." Dean glared at his younger brother.

"And I hate demons." Sam replied as he jabbed Dean in the arm with the sharp needle. "Look we got a whole lot more of these to go." And he squeezed the blood into Deans veins. "You can make things a lot easier on yourself."

Dean sat in silence for a few seconds before he started to groan. His body began to contort in the constraints of the chair and the sounds he made turned animalistic.

"Come on." Sam placed a hand on your  shoulder. "You don't need to watch this." And he escorted you from the room into the hallway, shutting the door with the brass 7B behind the two of you. Dean's screeches could just be heard on the other side.

"Sam. I'm sorry... I just needed to see him for myself." You began to explain. "I miss..."

But Sam's eyes showed an understanding in them and he leaned in and gave you a gentle hug. "I know. I've missed him too."

Over the course of the day, Sam continued to visit Dean every hour alone. Each time jabbing him with the purified blood that he said should convert Dean back to a human again. And each time, you waited patiently at the door, hoping that that dose would be the successful one and Dean would come out of the room with Sam, back to normal.

Sam had just come out of the eleven o'clock dosage when you decided you would go and take a shower to help you stay awake. You had already offered countless times to help Sam with his burden by taking turns giving Dean the blood, but he had declined each one, telling you it was far too dangerous.

So in solidarity, you had decided you would stay up with Sam all night if you had to. Until the cure to bring Dean back to you both worked.

It was nearing 11:30 when you finished your shower and without wanting to waste any time, you hurried out into the hallway in search of Sam. But as you closed the door behind you and turned your head towards the library where you assumed Sam would be, you ran into Dean, holding a hammer in his hand.

"There you are sweetheart." Dean spoke lower than he had with you earlier. His eyes were normal again, but you knew from the sound of his voice that he was not so.

"Dean..." You whispered as you took a step back away from him.

"You're not afraid of me are you?" He titled his head slightly as he spoke, looking at you as if you were prey. "You don't need to be..." And he reached out and grabbed your wrist in his free hand, pulling you close so that your chest almost touched his.

"I, um.... Where's Sam?" You asked, hoping that Sam was okay, and hadn't been attacked by his brother while you were in the shower.

"I'll find him, after I have my way with you." And before you could register what was happening, Dean had shoved you against the wall. Using his free arm that held the hammer to push up against your neck holding you in place.

Dean's face inched closer to yours and you felt his knee pushing your thighs apart. "I did say we could have a little, fun didn't I?"

Not like this, you thought. This isn't Dean. This is a monster the real Dean would hunt, gank, and then tell you about it afterwards. If you could just get to Sam, assuming Dean was telling you the truth and he was still alive, you would be okay. Sam was stronger than you. Sam could fight him off. Sam had more of a chance of getting Dean back into the confines of the archive room.