Ch. 10

Dean was chained to the bed. Neither Spike nor Sam liked it, but they knew it had to be done. He'd killed so many innocents in so few days, they couldn't risk it. And now Dean knew how powerful Sam's blood could make him. It didn't take a genius to know that he'd use that against them... against the world, whenever his demon got to him.



The light was starting to stream in through the windows. They had to stay for the day, but soon as darkness fell, they'd be up the mountain to that Shaman, getting Dean's soul.



Spike stopped pacing and looked at Sam. "Right. Now what was it you said about someone else being there?"



Sam looked at his brother, still out. He turned his head briefly to Spike, "Just that, there was someone else. Two of them but I think one was only an image. There was a little girl. Black hair. About eight. She wore a black dress and coat. Black buckle shoes and white socks, like a schoolgirl. I don't think she was a ghost." He looked back to Dean. "It might be why Dean's demon is gaining so much control over him."



"Right, you have your research cut out for you, yeah?" Spike nodded toward the lap top. "Someone's fiddling with him, someone other than his inner demon. It's got to be that... the ring... the girl. Tell me, did the bloke have 'stupid hair?' Big Neanderthal forehead, taller than necessary?"



"Well not as tall as me but yeah to everyone else." He looked back at his brother who gave a groan. "He is gonna be pissed when he wakes."



Dean opened his eyes, trying to move his arms but found them heavy. Seeing the heavy chains, he looked at the two men in the room and snarled. "What the fuckin' hell?"



Spike turned and looked directly at Dean, seeking the connection between them. “Still high on the blood,” he pronounced, trying to ignore the physical needs they’d both stoked only a short time ago. “He must have gorged,” he looked over at Sam. Which meant there were dead bodies they hadn’t found yet.





Sam walked over to Dean, "Dean this is for your own good. You've hurt enough people." He wasn't gonna say kill cause all his life, Dean never killed an innocent life, till now. He just couldn’t make himself say it.





Dean looked at his brother, "Or is it a way to force me to watch you two have sex."





"What?" Sam looked back at Spike. "NO." He answered his brother.





Spike stalked to the bed, leaned over Dean and brought his face so close they almost touched. “That’s enough of that. Did you forget everything I told you about how it is?” he demanded. “Are you going to listen to the demon inside you, or whoever else is fucking with you, because they are... Angel is dead and gone, has been for some time. And if it’s him you’re talking to, it’s not him, yeah?”





Rebellion sparked in the green eyes he was staring into. Some things never changed. “We get your soul into you and then...” Spike paused, knowing what he said could change everything, plunge them into an even darker future when they’d only been searching for that elusive happy ending. “Then if you need for one of us to walk away, then we will,” he said, his gaze seeking Sam’s for a brief moment.





"It will only be me," Dean answered. "Because we all know you like to lie. And so does Sam." He turned to his brother. "You both have lied to me."





Sam sighed because he couldn't argue, he did lie. A lot to Dean. "Dean we will get your soul and things will be better. And no one will be leaving," he gave Spike a firm look.





Spike wanted to believe Sam so bad it hurt. Things were spinning more out of control than he’d imagined. “You want to be alone. Is that why you came back tonight? That why you didn’t run as far as you could from us? Why you left us all those presents to find, so we could track you? That why you can’t stand the thought of my mouth on someone else, like this?” he brought his open mouth down over Dean’s in a brutal kiss of domination, and pulled away only when he got a response. “Or Sam’s... you want to drive him away, make him need what you needed when you first came to the club but give him no outlet?”





He looked over at Sam and knew it was true. The younger brother had taken longer to reach the point of needing to dance with the dark, but he was there now. And maybe it had been accelerated by the goings on between Dean and himself, but the cause was irrelevant. “I haven’t told him yet. I didn’t want to say anything outside your presence, yeah? But I do love him. I love both of you. Different, but I’d do anything for either of you.” He pulled his gaze away from Sam’s. “Includes walking away from the family that I’ve dreamt of for so fucking long.”





Sam blinked at Spike, shocked and amazed. He always knew that Spike loved Dean. But him? And that kiss he had laid on Dean...seeing his brother respond like that to Spike, Sam wanted to get the same response from his brother.





Dean glared, "Huh, good little speech. But don't believe the lies."





“Then it’s not the truth you’re wanting.” Spike moved away before he was temped to hit something. “Sam, that devil’s trap you told me about. Can we rig one up here, around him? Just in case... and would it work if the demon is not materialized?”





Sam noded, "Yeah, I can draw one around the bed." He got up then looked at Spike, "but if you step in the circle, you are not gonna be able to get out either, until I break the circle."



“No. I don’t need to be in the circle,” he answered, his voice thick with emotion. “Just want this over with.” His gaze locked with Dean’s. “However it’s meant to end.”



Dean jerked at the chains, "Sammy, don't you do it. Please." But his brother went on to getting a can of spray paint. "Spike, you can't let him do this." Dean tried to plead. "If you really love me then don't let him, please." But when Spike didn't respond Dean shouted, "SPIKE!"





Walking over, Spike sat on the bed and brushed Dean’s hair back. “Doing the best I can, Dean. Stop making it harder. It’s only eight hours.”





Dean looked at him, scared. "Please," He spoke softly. He heard the shaking of the can. "I love you, Spike. I'm scared. This is not gonna work."





“What’s not going to work?” He really shouldn’t be listening, his lover was too far gone. And yet Spike couldn’t help himself.





"You aren't gonna find my soul. It's their's. They aren't gonna just let it go." He looked away for a moment then back to him. "Just let me go and I promise you and I can just run off together. You and me. We'll make love from sun set to sun rise."





Spike gave a bitter laugh. “Who’s lying now, mate?” This isn’t you speaking. The hunter I know, he doesn’t fucking give up, yeah? He fights for what he wants... for who he wants. He doesn’t let them take from him.”





The blood was pounding at his temples. He wanted his boy back. He wanted his Dean, he wanted him whole. In a fluid move, he straddled Dean and kissed him. His lips were hard, demanding, implacable. His hands moved knowingly over his lover, touching, squeezing, pressing... desperate to find what he’d lost. “I want the Dean who remembers this... the Dean who believes in me, in what I say... not in all the lies. And until he’s back, I don’t have much to say,” he added, the strain showing on his face, in his eyes... in his tone as he started to get off Dean.





Dean returned the kiss, his mouth opening and his body squirmed under the touch of his lover. His body knew and responded. Wanted and needed him. But the Demon in him responded, "Well, then you shouldn't have bitten me. You wanted this. Wanted me to be like you so we could be together forever. Well, how you liking what you created?"





Putting his weight back onto Dean, Spike leaned over. “Liked you fine until whatever this thing is started to screw with your head. We’re going to put a stop to it,” he jutted his chin toward Sam, who was on his hands and knees, spraying lines on the ground around them. “Had fun at the amusement park? Fucked hard, played hard, even worked hard... and it worked, was working for us. Now you’re listening to someone else and sod it all... look where we are... look what it’s done to us.”





Sam stood up, "It's also because both of you get so damn fucking jealous of each other. One can't stand to see the other with anyone else. Which is selfish if you ask me."





"Sam. Sammy," he stopped as he watched Sam put the last bit of the circle down, locking him inside. He looked at Spike.





“What’s this?” Spike scrambled off Dean and got off the bed, immediately backing against a painful force field and cursing Sam out. “What do you think you’re doing? This thing is to trap it... “ and to Dean under control too, but there was no need to state the obvious. “What are you playing it? Sam?” His voice took on an authoritarian tone.





Sam looked at him, towering over him. "To teach you both a lesson and keep you both under control and from doing something stupid." Sam crossed his arms.





“What?” Spike stood with his feet apart and arms crossed, like a reflection of Sam. “Let me the bloody hell out, or so help me... when you do, you’ll regret this.” His softly spoken words were edged with the steel lined threat.





Dean snickered, unable to keep it in. "You look like a shorter version of Sam."





Sam leaned to the side to look around Spike at Dean who just gave an innocent shrug. That was the first time the real Dean came out in a long time. "No. Not till you both listen. You both have been fighting each other every time the other gives me the least bit of attention. Dean, I can understand but you," he looked at Spike and shook his head. "I love Dean and I care for you. This is the closest to a family we have ever had since our father died. And this has been the happiest Dean has ever been but I'm not gonna let either of you tear it apart because of your own jealousy."





“Me?” Spike’s wounded double take at Sam was genuine. “You’re going to blame me too? Go on then,” he really ought to be resigned to this. “Or let me do it for you. I’m a git for having thought I could pull it off. I’m terrible at this thing called siring. I can’t replace his bloody father, even if he wasn’t a good one to start off with, and I certainly can’t yours. Go on, give it your best hiding behind the bloody trap.” His eyes burned with anger, but it was directed at himself.





Sam shook his head, "But Dean didn’t need a father. He has that in Bobby. He needed you to love him. To love him and only him and when he was comfortable, then he would share. You wanted us to all be together too soon. I'm not saying I'm not at fault, but admit it...you get jealous if Dean pays me attention, just as he does when you do." Sam didn't back down, not even from the anger Spike was radiating.





Spike stood stony faced for a few minutes, trying to gain control over his emotions. “Think you’ve got me figured out, do you?” His chin went up and he locked his laser blue gaze with the younger Winchester. “Well you don’t. I can handle him touching you. I encouraged him to, yeah? But not to my exclusion,” he uncrossed his arms. “Not while I’m here.”





Sam walked into the circle and grabbed Spike. He pulled him in close then leaned in and kissed him. As if he could taste the truth on his lips. He pulled back after a while, his tongue running over his own lips as he felt the pressure linger there from the kiss.





Dean jerked at his chains. He felt his teeth clench and his jealousy build. Spike was his. Wasn't he? Or was it all a crock as Angelus had been telling him. Dean's inners tightenened.



Sam pushed Spike down on the bed, making him sit by Dean. He sat down as well. He tried to order his thoughts, to work out what he wanted to do.

Touching his burning lips, Spike looked suspiciously at Sam. “What was that for? Your way of getting permission to have your way with him,” he nodded toward Dean. He knew every trick in the book, and if the younger Winchester thought he could use his own words against him... he’d said he could handle it if he weren’t excluded, so Sam thought a kiss gave him entre. “Go on, you’ve got it. Just let me out of here. I’ll have a smoke outside.” There was a narrow strip of shade on the walkway, he’d let them go at it if they wanted. “Just don’t get bitten, or its over.” Pushing up off the bed, he appeared calm, despite the storm of emotions brewing inside him.”



Sam reached up, pulling Spike down and pushing him on top of Dean, across his chest. "I don't need your permission or his," Sam spoke. "You two need to learn to share, and to know that I care for you both. And I make my own decisions." He rolled over on top of Spike and kissed him again.



The back of Spike’s head was ground into Dean’s chest as Sam brought his mouth down over Spike’s and gave him a long, hard kiss. It wasn’t tentative. It wasn’t a question. It was as if the younger Winchester had made his mind up about something, and would have his way. Fuck… Spike found himself responding, even though he was aware of Dean… of his feelings of…



Dean bucked under them but Sam reached for Dean's groin and gave his cock a squeeze. In return, he got a cross between a groan and a growl from Dean.



Sam kept kissing Spike before he pulled back. Breathing hard, he leaned further up, sprawling over Spike to close his lips over his brother’s. God he tasted good.



Spike felt Dean shudder under him. His eyes tracked Sam’s mouth on Dean’s, the way they moved together, the glimpses of tongue that he got. If the weight of Sam’s body weren’t on him, he might have shoved him away to take over. Control… that’s what he needed.



He ran one hand up Sam’s leg, and squeezed his ass, hissing when Sam jerked against him. He moved his other hand up between Dean’s legs and ground the heel of his hand against his cock, groaning as he felt Dean’s cock thicken and harden under his touch.



Dean’s chest rumbled as he groaned. As Sam pulled back, Dean lifted his head up and the parting kiss was wet and loud. Dean was all kinds of hard from watching his brother kiss his lover, and now Spike’s hand was stroking him so good. The demon inside him tried to scream that this was all a set up but all Dean knew was it was hot. Damn hot.



On his knees, Sam undid his pants. He pulled his cock out grabbed Spike's hand away from his brother’s cock and brought it to his own. It was clear what he wanted.



Looking up at Sam, whose knees were now straddling his chest, Spike swallowed hard at the sight of his cock resting between his thumb and fingers. Looking higher up at his face, he found the combination of determination and lust in Sam’s gaze dizzying. His skin tightened and heat flushed through his system.



“Dean?” he asked almost as an afterthought, as he closed his fist around Sam’s cock and squeezed, then ran his thumb around his crown.



"No," Sam hunched over him, "You don't need to ask his permission because we all love each other. Get that through your heads."



Dean clenched his teeth but Sam had grabbed him by the hair and was forcing him to turn his head to watch.



Any moment now, Spike thought he would toss Sam’s ass off the bed and… Right, that would be as soon as the hunter stopped finding new ways to make him burn with need. Just seeing Dean forced to watch, seeing his eyes grow hot as Spike’s hand moved expertly over Sam’s cock and probably knowing exactly how Sam was feeling under his touch sent fiery heat surging to Spike’s own cock. He redoubled his efforts, moving his thumb up and down, all the way to the base of Sam’s cock, and fucking him with it … behind his sac, in front of it, and around his crown… each motion earning him a sound of pleasure.



Groans edged with pleasure and need were breaking from all three of them. The sounds inflamed Spike, driving him closer to the edge.



Sam hissed his pleasure. From the way Spike stroked him, made every touch count, made him ache and pulse, he was clearly a pro at this. He was making him feel so good, so good. He noticed how hard Spike was, how his cock was straining against his pants. "Come up here Spike." Sam moved so he was kneeling up near Dean's head. He watched as Spike pushed off Dean’s chest and got on his knees. "It's time to learn to share."



On his knees, and facing Sam who was on the other side of Dean, Spike tried to read Sam’s mind. Unable to, he leaned in and gripped the guy’s hips, dragging him close so that his jeans covered cock rubbed against Sam’s, and Dean would see them fused together like a pyramid right above him. Any minute now, he expected expletives to spew out of his lover, and yet he was powerless against the need to see where this went. When he saw Sam’s eyes close for an instant, he managed to give a mocking, “are you mixing lust up with caring?”



"You mean like you?" Sam answered closing the distance and kissing him. He gave Spike plenty of tongue, giving a sloppy wet kiss before pulling back. "I want you to help Dean." He started pushing him down.



“Been around the block more times than you can count, mate. I know the difference.” He looked down at Dean who was fighting against the restraints, straining to touch them. He tried not to think of which of them Dean would reach for if he could.



He knew Sam was guiding him down lower on Dean’s body, but Spike insisted on bringing his mouth down over Dean’s first… kissing him like he did whenever Dean was retrained, either physically or more often, by his commands. Then he dragged his mouth down over his chest, leaving a trail of burning kisses, licking and biting him in all the places that counted, sometimes over and sometimes under his tee shirt.



He felt Dean’s hips arch up, and smiled against his abs. “Getting there, yeah?” And he did, making short work of Dean’s pants and pulling them down his thighs. “All for me?” he was goading Sam, but it was his way.



Sam got hotter as he watched them kiss, watched Spike ramp up Dean’s need. He hunched over, running his hand over Dean's chest. His cock bumped Dean's mouth. "Of course it is. Dean can't resist you no matter what state he is in..." He swallowed the rest of his words when he felt Dean's mouth on his cock.



Dean started licking Sam’s shaft, moving his head rhythmically. His lips moved up and down the side and his tongue pressed along the vein before flicking at the slit of Sam’s cock. Finally… he got to taste, and his brother was so damned sweet.



"C'mon, Spike, let me see you take my brother down." Sam urged Spike on.



“Want to see him fall apart again, yeah?” Giving Sam a knowing smirk, he straddled Dean’s lower body on all fours. Lowering down, he kissed and tongue fucked and practically ravaged his lower abs, and in the process, rubbed and brushed his throat over his lover’s straining cock, humming for good measure to give him a bit of vibration.



His fingers bit into Dean’s hips as he controlled him, prevented him from jerking too high… preventing him from stealing control over this. And the beauty of it… Dean’s mouth was stuffed tight, and he couldn’t complain verbally.



Sam was mesmerized by Spike's mouth and how he worked over his brother. He pulled Dean's shirt up more, leaning on one arm as he caressed his brother as his stomach trembled. He then looked down his own body to watch Dean take his cock into his mouth and start sucking, moving his full lips over his hard flesh. He gave a groan, "God, Dean." He was so good at that.



Dean had struggled against Spike. It was in his nature. Straining a bit before giving in. His nose was filled with the heady scent of his brother, of Spike and himself, all needing. His cock throbbed with need and he groaned and half whined, asking for more attention, even if his mouth was full. His fingers flexed in their bonds and then curled around the chains. It was then he felt movement upon the bed.



Sam reached for Spike's pants, "Turn around, lay beside him. I want your cock," Sam commanded.



“Bout bloody time.” Dragging his tongue along the length of Dean’s shaft, Spike got up and quickly lost his clothes. All of them. By the time he got back, Sam was still straddling Dean’s head and facing Dean’s feet. Spike lay on his side, with his knees bent, so his cock was near Dean’s shoulder. One growl from Dean though, and Spike’s attention was back on his hunter.



Spike gripped his lover’s powerful thighs, and this time there was no teasing prelude. Instead, he opened his mouth wide and took his lover’s cock, all of it, sucking and squeezing his cheeks to give him maximum pleasure.



Dean pulled his mouth from Sam's cock and let out a pleasure filled sound. It filled the room and he swore as he always did. "Fucking hell," he still managed to lick Sam's cock again.



It was a benefit being a vampire, you didn't need to breathe so cock sucking didn't need breaks. Dean took his brother back down, mimicking the action Spike was giving him on his brother.



Sam fucked Dean’s mouth, and stroked Spike's cock, lowering his head to lick and run his mouth over its length. The vampire’s size and thickness pleased him. After laying a wet trail over Spike’s cock, he opened his mouth and covered his crown, sucking him slowly.



The need in Dean’s voice triggered something inside Spike. Between that and Sam’s mouth closing around him, just enough of him to make him buck, Spike knew he was about to fall into an inferno of desire and lust. Anxious to get there, he raised himself up onto one elbow, and captured Dean’s sac, squeezing it, and sucking him off in alternate motions. God he loved it when Dean was out of control, and the moments right before… when he knew he would break… his hunter was very quickly marching to that point.



He started to ride Dean’s thick cock with his mouth. Sucking, fucking… dragging his tongue up and down his shaft. As Dean started to buck under him, Spike started to see white hot flashes in front of his eyes. Sam was getting to him… making him hurt so fucking good. Sodding hell, he should have known what it could be like to be with both brothers at once.



Dean was so so lost in lust, desire, and need, his inner demon was drowned out with every wave of pleasure wreaking havoc with his body. Greedy and hungry, he sucked his brother. His tongue pressing just right, rubbing Sam in the right places and then taking him further down his throat. He could feel Sam's desire. Taste it as he drank his leakage down. He moaned and then bucked right when Spike hit the right spot and the cry he let out was strangled and muffled by Sam's cock.



Sam in turn pumped his head over Spike's cock. And what he was tasting made his movements more wild and needy. He was taking him a little deeper. His tongue pressed and teased at the right places. His hand angled Spike's cock to just the right position. And then all he could think about was how good Dean was at was he was doing to him. Sam swore he was gonna release very very soon.



Deep in the throes of lust and need, Spike’s vampiric instincts took over. The need to claim was so sharp, there was no way to deny it. With his mouth, he claimed Dean, over and over, bringing him to the very edge three times and taking him back to prove he could.



And with his cock, he claimed Sam’s mouth. He threw his leg over Sam’s shoulder, holding him in place as he thrust his hips over and over, getting the friction he needed, skittering as close to the edge as he’d brought Dean. And he knew Sam was as close.



Dean felt his world starting to crack like ice in the hot sun. He bucked into Spike's mouth over and over. "Fuck, now, please." Dean plead.



Sam was too close as well and to hear his brother in that much need and to feel Spike fucking his mouth that hard had him on the edge as well. The instant Dean said he was coming, Sam felt his release start.



The bed rocked out of control as the three men climaxed in an explosion of guttural cries. Spike had grazed Dean’s thigh with his teeth and through their blood connection shared what he was feeling, and literally felt Dean crash and burn, melt down for both of them.



Then there was a quiet after the storm, while they each recovered. Spike sat up and looked at the brothers, now lying next to each other. He leaned down over Dean and gave him a lingering kiss, then pulled away. For a moment in time, he put his ear over Sam’s heart, listening to it pounding, the way he did when Dean had been alive, then he kissed the younger Winchester too.



When he pulled away, he was testing Dean’s restraints. “You alright, luv?” he asked.



A nasty laugh filled the air, only it was meant solely for Dean’s ears. “So this is how he loves you? He fucks your brother’s mouth, and then look … look how he puts his ear over his heart, isn’t that sweet?”



Spike felt Dean stiffen almost at the same moment as he felt that cold presence from last night. “Sam!” he said, sharply.



Dean had been blissful. Happy and content. Only a pang of sadness washed over him as he watched Spike listening to Sam’s heart beating. Dean missed that cause back when he’d been human, it made Dean feel like he was really special. But then that voice filled the room and Dean turned his head, angry.



Sam was up off the bed scrambling to get the colt. He could feel the darkness fill the room and he knew whatever was causing it had to be around. He just couldn't see it.



"Shut up, you aren't real," Dean snarled. "You are feeding me lies, I won't listen anymore."



Spike tried to follow Sam, to get the damned scope to see through the lense what Dean was seeing. Instead, he banged into the damned force field and cursed. “Where is it?” he asked Dean. “I’m going to feed it it’s own cock, is what I’m going to do. Come out… where are you?” He was moving his arms over Dean, trying to feel for whoever or whatever was posing as Angelus.



And that was when the demon figured out it was trapped. “No!” Angelus’ voice went strangely feminine.



Dean struggled, "Let me go, I can see it." He tried to get loose. "LET ME GO, DAMNIT!" Dean shouted at Spike.



Sam pulled the gun out and searched for any sign of the demon. "Where is it. Dean! Where is it?"



"He’s at the foot of the bed," Dean snarled then frowned as he heard the voice go female. He looked about for the source.



"No, there is another, little girl," Sam shouted. "Spike, look under the bed."



The vampire did, and still he saw nothing. “Pass me the holy water,” he snarled, catching the flask that Sam tossed to him. Then he was back under the bed, spraying it all over. The unmistakable smell of burning flesh filled the room, and then he saw her.



“Come here, you little bitch,” he snarled, grabbing the child by her leg and dragging her out so hard that her head hit the force field and she screamed in pain. Gripping her wrist, Spike started to spray the holy water near the foot of the bed, but nothing else appeared.



“Free Dean,” he said. Neither he, nor Dean, nor this demon in a child’s body was going anywhere anyway, and Dean might want to teach the demons a lesson in what happened to anyone who messed with him… or with any of their family. “What about Angelus?” he added.



“Not around,” Dean shook his head. Angelus had been an apparition, he knew that now.



Sam moved over, feeling safe that Spike had the demon child under control. He started getting his brother free and once one of Dean's hands were undone, Sam pulled on a pair of pants.



Dean didn't have to worry about it, his pants were done up quickly and he was undoing his ankles. He jumped up and snarled "Who are you!" He shouted at the little girl.



The girl screamed then snarled at Spike before her eyes flashed white and sent him sailing across the circle to hit the other side. "You two have been a pain in my side. And then you had to change him," she looked at Spike. "Well it's not going to save him. Not going to save you, Dean." She looked at him.



Sam raised the gun, making ready to fire but then the gun flew from his hand, clattering under the bed.



“Fucking hell.” Literally. Spike wiped a hand over his mouth, and pulled his jeans on, then rounded on her. “You’re too late. We’ve already saved him, yeah? And now, they’re going to send you straight to hell.”



Catching her by the hair, he returned the favor, slamming her face repeatedly into the force field until a trail of blood ran from her nostrils. “Sam, this might be a good time to pick up the bloody gun, or use your damn ‘abilities’” he said, opting for the word the brothers used. Powers would have been his choice.



Dean was literally diving under the bed as was Sam. Dean saw the gun first and grabbed at it.



The little girl turned and back-slapped Spike with a force stronger than a slayer and raised her hand, ready to burn him down. "You have bothered me for the last time." She snapped and a white light of energy shot from her hand.



Sam threw his body in front of Spike, ready to take searing heat. But then when the light cleared, nothing happened. He wasn’t burned.



Dean trained the gun on her.



"He's the cause of this all," she shouted to Dean, indicating Spike. "He's the one who has brought this all on you. He didn't have to change you. He just wanted you to be like him." Dean looked over to Spike.



The words Spike had for Sam, chastising him for putting his life at risk like that, died in his mouth. He glanced at Dean’s hard face and couldn’t tell what was going through his mind. “She’s right. I didn’t have to. And she’s right, I wanted to… until I actually did it, I wanted to so bleedin’ bad.” He bit his lower lip, and swallowed. “In the end, it was a choice between letting go and not. I couldn’t do it,” he shook his head. “Couldn’t let you go.” Laser blue eyes pleaded with Dean’s to believe, to stop listening to her.



Dean snarled and he felt the pang of anger as Spike agreed with the child demon. She had been right. Spike admitted to it but as he kept talking, echoes of his own decision were slamming his mind. Dean remembered not being able to let Sam go. To let down his family. To fail at everything.



With a determined gaze, Dean aimed the Colt at the pair. Sam was panic stricken, fearing Dean would hit Spike instead of the girl but then as if in slow motion, the bullet left the chamber, shot out the barrel and struck the child.

She didn't have time to cry out as the bullet took effect, sending red and yellow sparks through her then white light appeared as if through cracks in her body jolting with pain. She slumped to the floor, eyes open in death.



Sam moved over, looking down and swallowing hard.



Angelus dissipated. He'd never been real, just something she'd pulled out of Dean's mind and used to fuel his anger, jealousy and hatred, all easily brought to the surface because of the demon inside him.



"Sodding hell... I thought..." If Sam's paleness was any indication, Spike wasn't the only one who'd thought he was a bleedin’ goner. His gaze dropped to the gun still in Dean's hand, then traveled back up to his eyes.



Dean dropped his arm then the gun on the bed. "Let us out, Sam." He spoke as he looked away from Spike.



Sam’s heart was heavy. This was another first... they’d killed a child. It didn’t make it feel any better to know she’d been possessed. He pulled his knife out to break the circle.



"I'll do it," Spike offered. "I'll bury her."

"No, I shot her, I'll do it," Dean answered.



As he watched Dean move toward Sam, Spike wondered if that was a message. Spike had been offering to do it instead of Sam, but probably Dean wanted to go off with his brother. "Right... only you two... not until you have your soul, you're not going anywhere without me," Spike said. Part of it was he was afraid Dean would go off again, even though they'd stopped his tormentors. Another part was... well, he still wasn't sure whether Dean was going to be making a choice after he got his soul. Was he choosing his brother? Was he leaning towards something other than a complete family?



Sam paused and saw this look in Spike's eyes. Something the vampire was trying hard to hide. Worry. Fear. Jealousy. Possession. "No, I think you two need to stay here. I think you have some things to work out. Together. Besides, sunlight. Not good for your completions."

"What's to work out?" In denial, Spike hauled Sam up before he escaped the circle. "Come on mate, let us out," he whispered in a low, seductive voice. The sort that affected humans the most.



"No," Sam wiggled and jerked himself away. "You two need to work out your ... jealousy issues."

"Jealousy issues?" Dean turned and faced Sam. "I'm not jealous. You’re jealous?" He looked at Spike.



"Of course he is or he wouldn't have said ‘no’ to you going with me to bury this girl," Sam answer and then stepped back one step, pulling the body out of the circle with him.



"I'm not... right...maybe. Still, you can't bloody well leave us here. Sam." Right, he hated being ignored, or that grin spreading over Sam's face. "Bastard."



Sam merely smirked.



"Bitch," Dean muttered at his brother as well.



"Jerks," Sam called back as he opened the door and headed out to bury the child.



Dean looked at Spike, "I can't believe he just left us stuck here. I am sooo gonna, gonna, well I'll think of something to do to him. Maybe hot sauce in his beer."



"Maybe vaseline on the door knob so he can't get back in." As if he could even get to the bloody door. Spike's scowl grew deeper when he noticed the remote control was out of reach too. He only stopped cursing when he saw the look of amusement on Dean’s face.



Spike sat down and stared at Dean for a long moment, eventually speaking.

"He's right. We need to work this out. Now that they're not screwing with your head, what do you think? You and me? You, me and Sam? Or... You and Sam?" He knew he had Dean's attention now. "Meant what I said. The decision is yours to make."