Never Leave Your Side

Part One

SUPERNATURAL - NEVER LEAVE YOUR SIDE

(PART ONE OF TWO)

Sam Winchester approached his brother Dean slowly and cautiously. He was limping due to the gun-shot wound that he had acquired just yesterday. Luckily it hadn't been too serious, Dean had only just managed to hit the side of his calf with the bullet, though it had still caused quite a lot of blood which had soaked into the rip on his jeans. It had hurt like hell to get here so that he could save his brother in time.

As he got closer, he held up his hands in front of him as if to encourage Dean to stop what he was doing, and to show that he didn't need to feel threatened by his presence. Tears rolled down his dirty face, and glittered in the white and silvery light of the full-moon that engulfed them.

But, Dean had his back to Sam. He was looking into the valley below the cliff edge that he was standing precariously on, glaring down through his own tears that he made no effort to fight, and into the precipice of darkness that was inviting him down to lose himself in for good. To lose the way that he felt right now. The overwhelming surge of emotion that had sparked up from out of nowhere. Years worth of pain had finally climbed out from the deepest darkest parts of his heart, and had unleashed its full burden upon the bearer. He felt like he might explode at any moment as the pressure continued to build, easing the fast flowing tears through his eyes as it prepared to violently surface. He didn't want to feel this way any more. He'd had enough.

"Dean," Sam sobbed, "please don't do this. I need you, I...I can't do this without you. This isn't you Dean..." with those words, he shifted a sideways glance to the right, to the black robed spirit that stood eerily next to Dean, mirroring even his slightest movement. The darkness oozed from it, sending a shiver down Sam's spine. If that's how it made him feel, he dreaded to think what it was doing to Dean's thoughts and feelings. Its evilness had infiltrated his brother and he needed to think fast. He needed to stop it now before it made it's final move on him. Before it made Dean jump to his death...

Three Days Earlier...

"Okay Sammy, what we got?" Dean asked enthusiastically before shovelling a fork-full of his Monty's Diner special of bacon and scrambled egg breakfast into his mouth. As he chewed, a few bits of egg managed to escape and dropped off his chin. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother, trying to work out how it had even been possible for him to miss a mouth of that size.

"Well," Sam said trying to ignore his brother's eating habits as best as he could so that he could begin to concentrate on the more important issue of why they had travelled all the way here to Arkansas, "There has been some strange deaths in a town called Pulaski in Little Rock. Four in the last two months." as he was telling Dean what he knew, he had his laptop on the table, and was looking through website articles that detailed the last woman's death along with her photograph.

"So, how'd they die?" Dean asked in a mumble. His mouth was still full.

"The coroner said it was a suicide in each case, but I really don't think that it was." he stared hard and thoughtfully at the photo. "This woman here, the latest one to die, was Sharon Reeves. She jumped in front of a bus a week ago while her teenage daughter Chloe, witnessed from the sidewalk. It says here, that when Chloe was questioned by the police afterwards, she claimed to have seen a dark shadow right besides her mother as the bus hit, so at first, they thought that there might have been somebody involved in her mothers death. But they ruled it out a couple of days later, claiming that Chloe was under so much emotional strain, that they hadn't got anything to prove that what she saw wasn't just a result of that stress. Then, that night, Chloe went around to the local sheriff's department, and had an outburst. Caused such a disturbance, that she was admitted to the psychiatric ward."