Through Demon Eyes

Weary Heads Part 1

WEARY HEADS

"Oh oh I remember now

Too far below to turn around

Too bright a light to let go now

Take me back my friend

Take me back on home"

Take Me Back – Kongos

Pain, so much pain. Sam opened his eyes and felt the knife in his chest pulsing in time with his heartbeat. Dean's eyes were green again, his face filled with agony. Crowley had said that the Blade bound the bearer's soul to his body, the Devil's trap did as well and it appeared that those two things negated the purifying power of the Angel Blade. The spells that Sam had designed had overlapping purposes, the bullets weakened the connection between the Blade and Dean and the sigils had stopped time so Sam didn't bleed out while talking to Dean in the Twilight Time. Coyote had told him of a ceremony that the Spirits had shown Rising Dove. Since the brothers were suspended between life and death Coyote and Rising Dove could try to retrieve their souls and take them somewhere safe from prying angelic or demonic eyes or influences. By consuming Dean's blood and flesh Sam would be able to call Dean's soul to him. It had all been theoretical, luckily for them it had worked.

"Sammy, the Blade, I can't." Dean grunted out in between gasps of pain. His right arm moved of it's own volition, trying to bring the Blade to Sam's throat.

Sam grabbed Dean's hand and started twisting his brother's wrist so the blade pointed at Dean's throat, not his. Even though the connection was weakened the First Blade had it's own agenda and would do everything in it's considerable power to keep the Bearer of the Mark from harm. Millimeter by millimeter the teeth of the Blade became aimed at Dean but Sam was losing too much strength. He levered himself higher to use his entire weight, not just the strength of his arms to push the Blade lower. It was taking too long.

"Sam. I'm sorry."

"Fight it you stubborn bastard!" Sam ordered, "Take control."

Dean blinked, his eyes turned black. "All right you dried up, left over, piece of crap from something's dinner. I'm the one with the Mark! Not you!"

Sam felt Dean's arm start to bend and pressed down harder. Dean screamed and the Mark of Cain started to glow, jagged lines of orange light shot through Dean's arm towards the Blade and across Dean's face. "I can't hold on Sam. It's...it's" The agony left Dean's face, a bloodthirsty grin replaced it and he started to laugh.

"You think you can stop me Sam? I'm a goddamn Knight of Hell." Dean's arm started to press against Sam's hand.

"Dean! Fight it!"

Castiel's rock solid, determined voice came from behind Sam, "Let me help." Cas placed his hands on top of Dean's arm. "Dean. Come back. You are stronger than that which controls you. I know you are."

Sam felt a surge of angelic grace flow through him. The light coursing through Dean's arm and face flickered and faded, the blood lust retreated, "Cas? Help me. Please."

"Rest now, both of you. You've earned it."

Dean's eyes flickered back to green, "Thank you." He grabbed the knife in Sam's chest with his left hand, changing the angle just enough to make sure it would pierce Sam's heart. "Do it."

Sam and Castiel pushed down with all their strength and the First Blade slowly severed Dean's throat. Sam's body went limp. Cas kept pushing until the tip of the Blade went all the way through to the ground, separating Dean's head from his body. Orange and red lights burst from Dean's body, the Blade dropped out of his hand. A haunting, piercing wail rose with the lights as they shot across the sky and disappeared.