Without A Trace >> Dean Winchester

45 | Sacrifice [ The Song I Made, Dumbass ]

45 | Sacrifice [ The Song I Made, Dumbass ]

THE NIGHT IS STILL YOUNG. The night wherein everything would change. For the world, for the Winchesters, and for Clarissa.

All the doses has been administered. It's time to purify Crowley.

Sam exhaled sharply, and began chanting the spell from Father Thompson's journal. "Exorcizamu te, omnis immundus spiritus, hanc animam regintegra, LUSTRA."

Clarissa is at the side, she had her hands clasped together, praying that the very last trial would succeed.

Sam tosses the journal to the side and takes out his knife, slicing open his palm as the orange glow reappears. From the top of his fingertips to his arm, it had a glowing orange. Sam walk towards Crow,ready to place his hand on him, and end everything once and for all.

Dean bolts through church, "Sammy stop!"

Sam was frightened out of his wits and Clarissa was happy that Dean came back, but there was an urgency to his voice and something was obviously wrong. Sam still had his orange-glowing hand inches over Crowley's mouth, as Dean slowly paced towards Sam, "easy, there. Just take it easy. We got a slight change of plan."

"What? What's going on? Where's Cas?!"

"Dean! What happened?"

"Metatron lied. You finish this trial, and you're dead, Sam." Dean's green eyes bore into Sam's exhausted one. Sam briefly glanced around and shook his head before sputtering , "so?"

Sam jabs a hand at Crowley, "Look at him, look at him! Look how close we are! Other people will die if I don't finish this! You agree, don't you, Clarissa?!"

She flinched. It's the first time in a long time since Sam's ever called her by her fist name. Not that it mattered, but the way Sam was looking at her—like he wanted her to take his side. But she couldn't, she wasn't going to pick a side, at all.

"Sam, listen, please." She pleaded, "You can't do this. You can't end your life just like that. You, Dean, and I could go through this together."

As she said this, her muscles weaken so she backs up until her back is pressed against the wall, and slides down, shivering, which neither the Winchesters noticed.

She just wondered if it was just her, but did the temperature drop? As in drop down by a hundred degrees?

She tried to get on her knees, but her body felt extremely heavy, constricting her to move at all. as if she weighed an elephant.

"Sam, think about it. Think about what we know, huh? Pulling souls from Hell, curing demons, hell, ganking a hellhound! We have enough knowledge on our side to turn the tide here. But we can't do it without you."

"You can barely do it with me."Sam snaps, "I mean, you think I screw up everything I try. You think I need a chaperone, remember?"

"Come on, man. That's not what I meant."

"No, it's exactly what you meant. You want to know hay I confessed in there?" Sam points to the confession box, "what my greatest sin was? It was how many times I let you down. I can't do that again."