He's My Brother

-8-

Authors Note: So, this chapter has taken a while and I want to apologize because I've had it just about completely done for a while now and have just been sitting on it...but i've made some changes, made it better... hopefully...and here it is. Enjoy! Oh, right, and me I own nothing...except for my share in the winter flu...and a cat that only likes me when i feed him and pet him

It was so beautiful…Dean, Dean Winchester finally dead, blood pooling around his head, framing a face that carried a smug grin even in death…

It would've been even more beautiful if it had been real, Cassia thought, that somewhat minor detail putting an annoying kink in her happy thoughts.

"I don't understand why we couldn't have just killed him." She muttered, daring to question him for the first time.

"Because we don't have orders to do so. If you had listened to orders, we wouldn't have to clean up this mess of yours." He sneered, his back to her, not bothering to face her as he spoke. "He gave you direct orders to not get involved in the Winchester business, we all were given instructions to stay out of this business with the Winchesters and everyone listened except for you. You just had to stick your nose where it didn't belong and you nearly screwed everything back up. Just a little longer and we would have lost all hope of getting the youngest Winchester on our side."

"You wouldn't even have the chance for that if it hadn't been for me." Cassia shot back.

"The plans were made and you interfered."

She hated him. Cassia hated all of them; each and every one of the chosen, psychic, half-breed children.

Dean was dead, his brother was dead. Sam couldn't wrap his mind around it, he couldn't believe it; he refused to believe it. None of this made any sense at all. It wasn't supposed to happen this way, Dean wasn't supposed to die but...he was? It felt surreal and wrong and now he was alone. He concluded from that minor fact that this couldn't be right. If everyone was dead...why would they be gone? Why wouldn't they kill him too? It had been about him the entire time and they wouldn't leave him like this, it would be too easy for him to get away and that bitch may have been a good many things—but thus far, at least—she hadn't been stupid. Sam just had to figure out what it was that she wanted and then, then he'd be able to save Dean...no matter what it took he wasn't going to let his brother die for him.

Sam let his brothers head drop and slowly walked away towards the impala.

"What is he doing!" Cassia shrieked. "He's walking away. This 'Sam Winchester walking away unscathed' was not part of the plan! He promised me that they were both going to suffer, and right now neither one of them are suffering!"

"They are playing into the plan." He said. "Any moment now, we will have Sam who believes that his brother is dead, we will take him with us, Dean will return, and Sam will kill him, thereby completing the transformation and truly making Sam part of our side."

Cassia laughed, a broken, hysterical, unbelieving laugh. "That is never going to work. You must be crazy if you think that would, ever in a million years work."

"Sam isn't going realize he's killing his brother—he's going to be killing you."

"What?" Cassia objected, her eye's narrowing, and her voice dropping an octave. She liked not being in hell, and she liked this body, she had no intentions of dying for this damn plan.

"Relax." He sighed, "You, unfortunately, aren't going anywhere. It's all an illusion like the rest of this...its going to be great fun to watch though."

Cassia backed down, still somewhat unsettled and kept her guard up. If he was going to re-neg on their deal...she'd take him down with her.

"Sam!" Dean yelled. "Sam!"

Sam was nowhere to be seen. Dean had found Ellen and Jo, both relatively okay, but he couldn't really think about it, not when his brother was gone. Not when he had all those memories from a year ago running through his head. He couldn't lose Sam again.

"Sam!" Dean knew he was gone, but what else did he have. He had no idea how to find Sam or even what they were planning to do. He didn't even know if they had any weapons, however, he didn't really care, he just needed to find Sam and make sure he was okay. If he had to die to save his brother, so be it. He was prepared to do it once, and he'd do it again.

"Dean, you're not going to find Sam this way." Ellen said. "We aren't going to find him until we get to the root of this problem."

"The demon." Jo said.

Dean was silent for a moment. They were right. He had to kill that bitch and whoever it was that she was working for, that would end it all.

"The demon." Dean said, and then it hit him. "The demon." He repeated. "Son of a bitch!" Dean swore.

The way Sam figured it he was two steps ahead of Cassia. She clearly wanted it to look like his brother was dead, but he knew that Dean wasn't, he knew it. Deep down he could feel that Dean was okay, he didn't know how, but he did. He also knew how to kill the bitch, which was one other fact that he was mostly sure she wasn't privy to. She may have his dad's journal but he had the incantation to exorcise her firmly imprinted in his mind, and he could send her to hell. However, this wasn't exactly helping him to do anything yet as all he knew was that he was in what seemed like a forest in the middle of frigging nowhere.

But, yet, he did have the Impala that had to count for something...maybe. It still wasn't working but he had a small arsenal of weapons, and the determination to get his brother back. After all this time, all these years they'd fought evil...evil wasn't going to win.

"You do have a backup plan for when they figure this out, and Dean shows up, right?" Cassia asked, looking at him with a doubting look on her face. "Because I'm not going to be sticking around to save your ass, and have him send me back to hell."

"Oh, just shut up." He was sick to hell of all her bitching. "It is impossible. Maybe you're not listing, or oh, maybe you're just not smart enough to grasp what we're doing here but this plan, unlike your idiot plan, can't fail. You know why, Dean has no hope of figuring this all out in time. We've got them in separate realities. Dean thinks his brother's gone missing, Sam watched his brother die...we've already won. Remind me to send the trickster a fruit basket or something, he really was quite useful."

"You killed him." Cassia reminded him. "Something about taking credit for your grand plan."

"Well, guess I better send it to myself." He laughed, "Get a good seat sister, this is going to be good. I can't wait to see the look on his face when he shoots you and your face becomes Dean's. Or maybe he'll stab you, it would be a slower death, dramatic...entertaining...either way, Sam Winchester is ours."