What Have You Done To Me?

Sam's P.O.V.

Mmmmmm. Nothing smells better than the pages of a new book at 3 in the morning. I couldn't sleep so I decided to read some more. Crash! I glanced over towards Dean. He was breathing heavily, sweat beading off of his forehead, and a grimace of pain across his face. The lamp next to him was broken on the floor. Did he punch the lamp off the table?! I wondered. I got up and went over to him.

"Dean," I whispered. He thrashed around, half muttering-half yelling in his sleep.

"Don't die on me Sammy." Was all I heard. I grabbed his shoulders and shook him.

"Dean," I yelled a little louder. He still wouldn't wake up. He started thrashing around madly, and clobberd me right in the jaw. I grabbed both of his wrists.

"DEAN!" I yelled, screaming at him. He stopped thrashing and layed oddly still. I relaxed for a minute thinking the nightmare stopped when he started convulsing. I shook him harder.

"Dean wake up! It's me Sam!" He stopped convulsing, but his head started shaking from side to side. I grabbed my phone and called Bobby. "Bobby, Dean is having convulsions in his sleep but no matter what I do he won't wake up!" I yelled into the phone.

"Balls! Sam listen to me. This is going to be hard but you need to let the nightmare run its course. Somthing may be possessing Dean. It won't hurt him, well maybe mentally, but Dean is strong. Watch him. Once the thrashing stops, talk to him. He needs to fight this on his own. Now go!" I had no idea how Bobby knew what I was talking about but I trusted him so I ran back over to Dean and sat in a chair facing him. Then the conversation started. Dean was arguing with himself but it wasn't his voice.

(Voice is in Bold, Dean is in Itallics.)

"You killed them,"

"No...I...I didn't. I couldn't."

"You know you did. You know how you saw the man with your brother on the night of the fire, but didn't say anything. You saw Sam about to die, and did nothing. Everyone's death was preventable, but you let them die!"

"No...I couldn't have, it wasn't my fault...it was all my fault. Everything was my fault. I killed them," 

"You are the one that deserves to die Dean Winchester,"

"I know...I deserve to die. Everything was my fault. I want to die."

"You are worthless,"

"I know, that is why my father beat me. I am a failure of a son."

"Your brother was always the favorite."

"He deserves to be, I don't deserve to be alive. I deserve to be punished. Can't you see I don't need you telling me these things? You have been in my brain for months! I have been thinking these thoughts for years."

"Your angel doesn't love you."

"Nobody does, Cas deserves better, I...I know that now."

Dean was loosing the fight. I wanted so badly to help him. But Bobby said I couldn't help him with this.

"You would be better off with me taking control..."

"I would be better off...no! You only want to hurt them, I can't let you hurt them any more. You can hurt me, but lay one hand on them and I will send your demon ass back to Hell where it belongs."

"You always were the punching bag. Your dad, your brother, your angel, and now, yourself. I don't even need to be here Dean. I was sent to torture you, but you are torturing yourself! So unless you comply to the deal..."

"No, please don't. I-give me another year, please."

"A deal is a deal! But since you have so kindly woken your brother up to witness our little chat. I'll make you another deal. I'll give you your year, and I'll erase this night from your brothers memories, if you promise that I can...visit you at any time during this year."

"I-i accept."

The convulsions stopped. I ran over to him. "Dean. Dean wake up. It's not your fault. None of it is. We are okay. I'm okay. We are safe. You need to wake up. I need you to wake up." His eyes opened, and for just an instant, i swear one of eyes were black, but the other one was...