•Unwritten•

Fifty Nine

I sat on the couch in Bobby's living room with my head in my hands. My head was pulsating with pain from that demon throwing me into the wall mixed with all the crying and painkillers just weren't touching it. I could also hear Sam screaming in the cellar, and I felt terrible for him. I knew what it was like to be shoved in a cellar alone, to hallucinate, to feel the blood thumping in your ears. I hated it, it was one of the darkest parts of my life and I despised thinking about it and I hated even more that Sam was being forced through it.

Dean walked out of Bobby's office with a glass of whiskey in his hands, I didn't look up at him but I could tell it was him by the strong angry aura I was feeling.

"Your head still hurting?" He half whispered and I nodded, my head still in my hands.

Bobby walked out and I looked up at him, but both of the men before me were looking at me like I was a stranger. I closed my eyes again as Sam let out another blood curdling scream from below us.

"How long is this gonna go on?" Dean asked Bobby.

"Here, let me look it up in my demon detox manual. Oh wait, no one ever wrote one. No telling how long it'll take. Hell, or if Sam will even live through it."

My nails were practically clawing at the sides of my head, I wanted to rip my head off to stop the pain. I jumped quickly at the sound of a phone ringing, both Bobby and Dean looked at me strangely before Bobby took the call outside. I stared at Dean for a second longer before returning to my huddled stance.

"He's not a demon." I muttered through gritted teeth.

"What?"

"He isn't a demon. He's Sam."

Dean scoffed before moving over to stand before me. "He's practically a vampire."

I screwed my nose up and looked at him, shaking my head slowly. "Let me go and see him."

Dean shook his head. "I already told you no."

"What do you think I'm gonna do Dean?"

He necked back the last of his whiskey and shrugged. "I don't know... let him out?"

I scoffed. "I wouldn't do that."

He raised his eyebrow. "Wouldn't you?"

"No of course not. You know me Dean."

His lips pressed together slowly. "Do I?"

I stood up abruptly, feeling a surge of anger flow through me. "You know what Dean, hate me all you want. I don't care, what I do know is that Sam is going through hell right now because I've been there. Let me help him!"

He stormed forward. "You're lucky you're not in there with him."

I shoved him away from me angrily. The throbbing in my head was getting worse with every word spoken and I felt like I was about to just explode. "Just stop it Dean!"

"You lied to me! You drank demon blood, you killed how many people? Sam is my brother. He is my responsibility and you kept a secret like that from me!"

"STOP IT!" I ran over to the window, closing the curtains and placing my hands over my eyes, hyperventilating in pain. "JUST STOP IT, ALL OF IT PLEASE." I dropped down to my knees, my head was really going to explode, that was the only possibility with the amount of pain I was feeling. I began screaming in pain, all other sounds distorting around me.

"Faith?" I could hear my name being spoken by so many different voices, Dean's, Bobby's, Sam's, my Dad's and then there it was- the voice I was dreading.