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The Day Is Done – Part One

Sam opened his mouth to answer Bobby but he was interrupted by a soft, broken voice from the opposite side of the room.

"Do it"

Sam shot around so fast he almost fell over. He had expected Dean to unconscious for at least another two hours. Perhaps the werewolf virus metabolized faster and that's why it didn't have such a strong effect?

Walking over to his bed he sat down, leaning forward with his elbows perched on his knees. God he was tired.

"If this is gonna give me a chance then we gotta do it Sammy," Dean's voice was strained, his breathing shallow as he used all his energy just to have this conversation.

He could feel it. Inside him. Tearing him apart from the inside out, consuming everything he was and destroying. After tonight he would no longer be Dean Winchester; he would become one of the things he most despised something that he would hunt down and kill. Something evil.

"But we don't even know if this is gonna work," Sam almost shouted. He was at the end of his rope; the thought of losing Dean was breaking Sam down in ways he didn't want to think about; the mere thought of living without Dean made his chest tighten and his thought close up, "What if this goes bad Dean?"

"Goes bad?" Dean gave a harsh laugh, "I think we're past 'bad' Sam," Seeing the hurt look that crossed his brothers face Dean softened his voice, "This may be my last chance man" Dean's voice was imploring, wanting Sam to know that if he could do one thing for him, this was it.

"Okay. Okay." Sam said his voice quiet and resigned.

"Well, that do we need to do?" Dean asked his voice not exactly triumphant but he was glad that he didn't have to waste energy he didn't have fighting with Sam over this.

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After Bobby had described what the cleansing would entail he left the room and the brothers, allowing them to digest all the information he had just given them.

Dean was quiet. Too quiet.

Sam had already had a vague idea of what the cleansing entailed, but Dean didn't so he hadn't been able to mentally prepare himself the way Sam had. It must have come as both a scare and a shock to hear what would be happening in a few short hours.

"You know you don't have to do this?" Sam said from his position on his bed, facing Dean.

"Yes I do" Dean's tone was final, resignation flavoring his words as he looked at Sam with pained eyes and a smile that just wasn't Dean.

Sam nodded his head. He knew Dean wouldn't back down. The very thought of becoming something that they hunt would be enough for Dean to put a bullet in his brains.

Best case scenario – the cleansing would hurt like a son of a bitch but would kill the werewolf virus.

Worst case scenario – the cleansing would hurt like a son of a bitch and the virus would still be there meaning that either Sam or Bobby would put a bullet in him because Lord knows if he was going out it was by family and not some random hunter that found him after he had just killed a family of innocent people.

Sam knew this yet was still unable to come to term with the fact that he may have to kill his brother. So he wouldn't.

"Yeah, I figured you'd say that" Sam joked while forcing a lame attempt at a smile onto his face, if only to offer a semblance of comfort to Dean.

"Come on Sam, you know as well as I do what I would become if the virus took over," Seeing Sam open his mouth to reply with the obvious Dean quickly continued, "A monster Sam. I wouldn't be just a werewolf but something evil. I've lived my whole life protecting you, innocent people from evil and I am not about to become it myself"

The conviction in Dean's voice was made more poignant by the throaty growl that seemed to stem from his chest.

Sam thought Dean was just angry but the pained expression that overtook his brothers features had him jumping to his feet.

"Dean, man, what is it? What's wrong?" Sam's hands hovered above Dean, afraid to touch in case in caused any more pain.

"Ahhh" Dean growled out between clenched teeth, his neck arching back against the pillow it was resting on, the tendons in his neck straining.

The commotion must have alerted Bobby because he came crashing into the room, his shotgun held at his side.

"What's going on?"

"I don't know; we we're talking and then this…" Sam's voice was verging on panicked as he gestured to Dean's pained form, writhing on the bed, his fists clenching onto the sheets in a futile attempt to alleviate the pain.

"It's probably the tranquilizer," Bobby said as he moved towards the bed.

Taking one of Dean's hands in his own before continuing in a hushed voice, "That's it son, just let it out", followed by another growl from Dean which tapered off into a whimper that Dean would never had let pass his lips had he been in full control of his body.

"What do you mean?" Sam questioned, lifted Dean's other hand and taking it into his own. Even though Dean's nails were short he had still managed to break the skin on the palm of his hand, the crimson liquid warm and sticky between the brothers clenched fists.

"Sometime's when it's wearing off it can have after effects. It can be painful" The latter statement wasn't exactly needed, was just pointing out the obvious and Sam was about to inform the older hunter of this when suddenly Dean's grip, which had been extremely strong, went lax.

For a moment, Sam feared the worst but the harsh breaths panting from Dean's chest confirmed that he was still in the land of the living.

"Well…that was…about… as fun…as a kick…in the jewels" Dean managed to get out between harsh breaths.

Sam let out a bark of a laugh. He didn't know why he laughed; probably because at that moment, it was either laugh or cry, and sitting around drowning in self pity had never been the Winchester way.

Both Bobby and Sam gave Dean a few moments to catch his breath.

"What the hell just happened?" Dean asked; his brow furrowed in a mix of pain and confusion.

"It was some side effects of the tranquilizer," Bobby informed Dean, not liking the pale complexion of the young hunter, but knowing that at this moment there wasn't really anything he could do, not until they got rid of the virus.

"So when are we gonna do this thing?" Dean asked; he was growing impatient and he had a niggling feeling in the back of his mind that it wasn't entirely to do with not liking sitting still for too long.

The full moon was tomorrow night and the werewolf raging inside him would be denied no longer. It was now or never.

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After deciding that they couldn't delay the cleansing much longer Bobby left the room to gather what they would need, leaving Sam and Dean to rest up. The cleansing wasn't going to easy and Dean needed every iota of strength he could gather.

It seemed that the closer it got to midnight the more restless Dean became. When Bobby had initially left the room Dean had drifted off into a comfortable sleep, his body exhausted from the toll the werewolf virus was taking on him. Now it seemed that his muscles couldn't relax for more than a minute; muscles jerking against the bed in time with shallow breaths from pale, parted lips.

Sam, lying on his own bed staring at the ceiling was equally restless. His mind kept going over different scenarios of how the cleansing would turn out. Dean screaming. Him screaming. Blood. Pain.

Rubbing his fingers roughly against his eyes he willed himself to relax. Getting worked up at this point in time wasn't going to help anyone, least of all Dean. Glancing over at his brother Sam frowned at the sheen of sweat he could see adorning Dean's pale features.

Glancing at the clock beside him Sam noted that it was almost eleven thirty. In less than half an hour they would be setting everything up and preparing for the cleansing ritual.

Sighing Sam pushed himself upwards until his feet were resting on the floor; his body bent slightly forwards as his elbows rested on his knees.

Casting his eyes over Dean he was surprised to see his brother looking back at him.

"Hey, I thought you were sleeping?" Sam said, watching as Dean pushed himself from a prone position to one mirroring Sam's; face to face across the small expanse between the beds.

"I could say the same about you" Dean shot back, his voice rough and weary, "Couldn't sleep" The statement given on the cusp of a sigh as Dean palmed his face as if he could rub away the tiredness that had seeped into his bones.

"Yeah, me too" Sam said, looking down as his sock covered feet as if they were the most interesting thing in the world.

Even with his head still bent forward, his bangs obscuring his vision, Sam could feel the heat of Dean's gaze, just like he had his whole life.

"It's gonna be alright Sam," Looking up Sam would see a softness to Dean's gaze, yet his eyes were intense, the green bright against pale skin.

"You don't know that" Unable to stop the tears welling in his eyes, his jaw clenched so hard it made his teeth ache.

"Of course I do," A cheeky grin that wasn't a watt close to the real thing had Dean been 100 percent, "I'm the older brother, so what I say, goes" Using childhood tactics to try and make the situation better.

But Sam wasn't eight anymore and this was a lot worse than who got the last bowl of lucky charms.

"You can't keep pretending everything's alright just to protect me Dean, I'm a big boy," Sam said with conviction, wanting to shoulder some of the burden but at the same time wanting his big brother to make all the worries disappear.

"Yeah I know you are, Sasquatch," Dean joked as he grinned, giving Sam's foot a nudge with his own; proud of himself when he saw the grin break out on Sam's face, slowly, but unable to hide it.

"Jerk"

"Bitch"

Sam was about to tell Dean to try and get some rest when the door to the bedroom opened, revealing Bobby with a serious expression on his face.

"It's time boys"

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Sorry for the wait. I was having trouble with this chapter because it is such an important stage in the story, so I decided to split it into two and post part one now and hopefully part two next Sunday.

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