His Name Was Death And Hell Followed With Him Chapter 7 There's Be Peace When You Are Done

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His Name Was Death And Hell Followed With Him
Chapter Seven
There’ll Be Peace When You Are Done

July 23 2008
Dean paces back and forth in front of the window, every so often he would stop and turn to face Cas.

“What are you doing?” Cas asks him.

Dean sucks in a deep breath and rests his hands on his waist. “What the hell do you think I am doing?”

Cas cocks an eyebrow. “What?”

Dean mutters something under his breath and then stomps across the room the sits on the end of the bed next to Cas.

“This might sound crazy but I really don’t like the way Sam is acting.” Dean finally says.

“You are right, that does sound crazy.” Cas replies.

Dean tilts his head to look at him. “Shut up.”

“I’m just not sure I understand what you’re talking about,” Cas tells him. “I do not believe that Sam was acting oddly.”

“Well, how easy is it for one odd person to recognize the odd behavior in another.”

Cas cocks an eyebrow. “What?”

Dean brings his hands to his face and wipes at his eyes a moment later he sighs heavily and then falls back on the bed.

“Dean I thought that you would be happy to have Sam back.”

Dean looks up at him and cocks an eyebrow. “What are you talking about? Of course I’m happy to have him back but I’m not wrong when I say that I think he’s acting a little off, whatever he went through, I can’t even imagine but he seems to be…”

“To be what?”

“Okay with it.” Dean answers.

“Did he tell you that?” Cas asks him. “Because he may not be as okay as you think he is.”

Dean stares back at him. “Why, did he say something to you?”

Cas shakes his head and then lies down on the bed next to Dean.

“He did not but perhaps you are underestimating his ability to heal on his own,” Cas points out. “As you previously said, you do not know what he has been through, he may be stronger mentally thank you think, perhaps just being home with his family again, will be enough.”

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and draws in a deep breath, of course he takes that under consideration but he still can’t shake the feeling that there is something not quite right with Sam.

“I think that he just needs a few days to adjust,” Cas tells him. “After that, then I will listen to your ranting about his odd behavior.”

Dean throws his arm out and smacks Cas across the chest. “You should just agree with me and be on my side.”
Cas smiles even though Dean can’t see him. “I am always on your side Dean.”

Half an hour later, Cas was pacing back and forth at the end of the bed while Dean was in the bathroom.

Turning to face the bathroom door, Cas can hear the shower running and he walks over to the bedroom door and pulls it open.

Stepping out into the hall, he has no problem seeing in the pitch black darkness.

Moving down the hall, he stops in front of Sam’s door and without making a single noise he opens the door and sticks his head in.

The main light in the room is off but the lamp on the desk is switched on giving the room just enough illumination that Cas can see Sam on the bed.

He’s not asleep, he’s wide awake and is sitting in the corner, his knees tucked under his chin, his arms wrapped around himself.

Cas can see that he looks terrified and his eyes dart around the room as though he is searching for something.

Cas steps back into the hall and closes the door behind him.

Making his way back to the bedroom he manages to just sit down on the end of the bed when the bathroom door swings open and Dean steps into the room.

“Thought you’d be asleep by now.” Dean says as he walks over to the dresser and pulls the middle drawer open.

He pulls out a pair of boxers and a t-shirt that he had forgotten that he even owned, but he guessed that was the thing though, when you don’t live at home anymore and only stay at your parents place a couple of times a year.

He lets his towel drop to the floor and pulls on the boxers.

“Dean?”

Dean turns around a slight smirk playing on across his lips. “Yeah?”

“Perhaps you are correct.”

Dean cocks an eyebrow at him. “You’re gonna have to be a little more specific there.”

Cas gets up and stands in front of Dean. “I fear that Sam is not as… well as I would have hoped for.”

Dean squeezes his eyes shut and shakes his head.

“It appears that I may have overestimated his ability to deal with this on his own.”

Dean pulls on the t-shirt and walks over to the bed. “What happened to giving him a few days?”

Cas follows Dean back to the bed. “Part of me still does believe that but I fear that if we leave this for too long, it may become worse.”

Dean flops back on the bed. “We gonna talk about this again? Cas, you should have just done the whole memory swipe thing as soon as we got back.”

Cas sighs heavily and twists his hands in his lap. “Perhaps, but it is still Sam’s decision, we cannot force him to choose one way or the other.”

“What happened?” Dean wonders. “To make you change your mind?”

“While you were in the shower, I went to check on Sam, he was huddled in the corner, he looked terrified.” Cas explains.

“Can you blame him?” Dean replies.

Cas shakes his head. “I cannot.”

Cas crawls up the bed and lies down but doesn’t get under the covers.

“We will speak more of this in the morning, after everyone has had time to process his return.” Cas says.

“Fine.” Dean replies as he too climbs into bed.

Dean makes a pointed effort to make getting comfortable as difficult as possible but the only result he gets from Cas is a laugh so Dean rolls to his side with his back to Cas and tries to go to sleep.

It doesn’t come easy.

July 24 2008
For the most part, it feels like he’s just dozing off and on but when he wakes up and glances at the clock, he sees that it’s a little after 1am.

The temperature in the room seems to soar and he finds it difficult to get back to sleep.

Pushing back the covers he sits up and pulls his t-shirt off and flings it to the floor.

Lying back down, he can’t get comfortable and it’s starting to drive him a little crazy.

Rolling onto his side, he stares at Cas who is fast asleep and he feels even more annoyed.

Reaching out with one hand, he very softly flicks Cas on the cheek. Dean has to cover his mouth to stop from laughing at Cas’ very unexpected response.

He throws the covers back and leaps out of bed, his eyes darting around the room in search of… anything.

“Dean, what is going on, did something happen?”

Dean literally rolls across the bed laughing while Cas just stands there staring at him with wide eyes.

“I do not think that this is amusing.” Cas says as he sits down on the edge of the bed.

Dean reaches out and rests his hand on Cas’ leg. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to react that way but damn it was fucking hilarious.”

“Was there a point to that?” Cas asks him.

Dean shakes his head and lies back on the bed. “Not really no. I was kinda annoyed that you were sleeping and I couldn’t.”

Cas narrows his eyes and very reluctantly lies back on the bed.

“I am happy that you were so amused but please, try and get some sleep.” Cas tells him.

Dean feels a little better now and soon feels his eyelids getting heavy and before long he drifts off to sleep.

A cool draft in the room causes Dean to wake up, while earlier he had felt stifling hot, now it was the complete opposite and he freezing.

Carefully sitting up he swings his legs around and places his feet on the floor, his t-shirt is lying a few feet away, and he walks over and picks it up and then almost passes out from fright when he sees someone sitting in the chair in the corner of the room.

Taking a few steps closer he swallows the lump in his throat as he realizes that it’s Sam.

“What the hell are you doing Sammy?”

Sam doesn’t move, doesn’t speak, and barely acknowledges that Dean is talking to him.

“Sam, what the hell are you doing in here?”

Still no answer so Dean takes another step closer and reaches out to place his hand on Sam’s arm and Dean swears that his heart stops when he sees his fingers move through Sam’s arm.

He leaps so far backward that his legs hit the mattress and he’s climbing over the bed to shake Cas awake.

“Dean, I will most definitely not find it amusing a second time, go to sleep.”

Dean keeps shaking him. “Wake up, now!”

Finally Cas rolls over and sees Dean gesturing wildly toward the corner.

“What are you doing?” Cas asks him.

Dean glances over his shoulder and Sam was still there but there was something odd about him, it was like he was translucent, Dean just could make out the shape of the chair through him.

“What the fuck?” He cries out. “Cas, tell me that you see that, you see it right?”

“I see it Dean.”

Cas climbs out of bed and moves toward the chair.

“Whoever this is Dean, it is not Sam.”

Dean narrows his eyes at him and leans forward and grabs Cas’ arm. “What does that even mean?”

“I am not entirely sure what is happening but I do know that this is not Sam.”

Dean tightens his grip on Cas’ arm. “So what the hell is it then? Why is it in my room? Get rid of it.”

Cas tilts his head to look at him. “I’m not entirely sure how to get rid of it, it doesn’t seem to be doing anything ominous and I really don’t think that firing a gun in the middle of the night is a wise decision.”

Dean shakes his head and moves over to the door, for some reason he hesitates before opening it.

Stepping out into the hall he makes his way toward Sam’s room and carefully and I quietly opens the door.

He finds Sam curled up asleep at the end of the bed, he had somehow wedged himself in between the bed and the desk.

He found it a little amusing because Sam was not a small person but yet he couldn’t look more vulnerable than if he had tried.

When Dean closes the door an intense feeling of guilt hits him and he has no idea why.

Making his way back to the bedroom he finds the chair in the corner empty and Cas lying on the bed.

“What happened?” Dean wants to know.

“The spirit left,” Cas tells him. “He however didn’t seem harmful so I would not worry so much.”

Dean scrunches up his nose. “What the hell was that about? Why did it look like Sam?”

“I do not know the answer to that Dean.”

Dean climbs back into bed, knowing that he won’t be able to get anymore sleep.

Grabbing Cas’ hand, he holds on as tight as he can.

“First thing in the morning, you’re fixing his memories, do you hear me?”

Cas nods even though Dean can’t see him. “I think that might be wise.”

******
Early the next morning, Dean, Cas and John are in the kitchen, sitting at the table eating breakfast.

Mary had already eaten and was upstairs taking a shower.

No one had seen Sam yet and when Dean had suggested he go and wake him up, John had told him to leave him alone for a while longer.

“What am I eating?” Cas asks.

Dean cocks an eyebrow. “They’re pancakes, what the hell did you think they were?”

Cas shrugs his shoulders. “I have no idea but whatever they are, they’re horrible.”

Dean leans across the table and smacks Cas on the arm. “Mom made them and don’t tell her that you think that.”

Cas stares back at Dean like he has three heads.

“You’re confused by me right now?” Dean cries out.

“Would you two shut up?” John says.

They all turn their attention to the doorway where they assume it’s Mary who is standing there but it’s Sam.

“Morning.” Sam says as he walks into the room and pulls the chair out next to John.

“Pancakes?” John asks him.

Sam shakes his head. “No thanks, I’m not really that hungry.”
Dean cocks an eyebrow “Seriously? Last night you ate everything that wasn’t nailed down.”

“Yeah, I think that’s part of my problem this morning,” Sam replies. “It’s okay, I’ll eat later.”

Cas reaches across the table and picks up the maple syrup and pours the entire bottle onto the pancakes.

“Are you kidding me?” Dean says. “That’s disgusting.”

Cas takes a mouthful and then nods at Dean. “Yes it is.” He pushes that plate away and then looks over at Sam.

“Yeah, I figured you would want to get onto that straight away.” Sam says.

Dean nods to no one in particular and then he remembers last night and the mystery spirit that gives him chills again, he tries not to think about it because Cas was right, whatever it was hadn’t made any move toward them and had disappeared again a few minutes later.

A few hours later after Dean had very reluctantly helped Mary clean up the breakfast dishes they had gathered in the living room while Sam had gone upstairs to shower and change.

“So… are we still agreed on what we talked about last night?” Dean asks his parents.

“I think it would be for the best,” John adds. “I know that this is a lot to deal with and it’s going to be a lot of people to convince but I’m on board with this.”

“That’s good,” Cas says. “We should start with Sam as soon as he comes back downstairs.”

Sam doesn’t reappear for almost 15 minutes and when he walks into the kitchen he pours a cup of coffee and sits down at the table.

“What are you doing?” Dean asks him. “You don’t drink coffee.”

“I thought I’d try it.” Sam replies. He takes a mouthful and then makes a disgusted face. Dean leans across the table and takes the cup from him.

“Next time don’t even bother trying it,” Dean tells him. “We should get started.”

The three of them make their way into the living room and Sam takes a seat on the sofa, Dean sits beside him while Cas sits down on the coffee table.

“So, how exactly is this going to work?” Sam wants to know.

“It’s not a long process,” Cas says. “But there are things that could potentially hold up the process.”

“Like what?” Sam wonders.

“I won’t know exactly what until we start.”

“Great,” Dean adds. “So this will be the mystery tour down memory lane?”

Both Cas and Sam turn to look at Dean.

“What?”

“We should start.” Sam says, ignoring the look from Dean.

“Wait, do you want Mom and Dad here for this?”

Sam draws in a deep breath and shakes his head. “No, it’s okay. I just want to get this over with.”

Cas shifts on the coffee table and leans forward. He holds his hand out and then feels extreme guilt when he notices Sam flinching.

He drops his hand to his side and then leans back again. “Sam are you sure that you want to do this?”

“Yeah, I’m sure.”

“Because if you would like…”

Sam shakes his head. “No, I keep saying this, I just want this over with.”

“Very well then,” Cas replies. He stands up and this time he presses his index finger against Sam’s forehead. “I will take away the memories of what they did to you, of your time there and I will give you new memories.”

“No,” Sam cries out. “I don’t want new memories, I uh… how do I explain this? I don’t want false memories Cas. I wouldn’t know that they are not real but everyone else would and I couldn’t handle the way they would look at me because of it.”

Cas nods back at him. “I understand but Sam I’m not sure that will be… if I take away the memories of the past 10 years and leave none in their place, I am not sure how that would work.”

Dean places his hand on Sam’s shoulder and gives him a reassuring look, he’s not sure if it helps though.

“I want you to listen to me Sammy,” Dean begins. “I don’t want you to have missed out because of what happened. You should have memories of being with your family, of having lived your life so I’ve talked about it with Mom and Dad and the others and we all agreed that we want our memories changed, to you include you them.”

Sam shakes his head. “I can’t ask you to do that Dean, it’s not fair.”

“What isn’t fair Sam, is what we don’t have those memories to begin with. You should have been here, this is the right thing do and you know it.”

Sam quickly glances at Cas who smiles softly at him and then turns in the seat to face Dean.

“I can’t ask you to do that Dean and besides how the hell is that going to work? To change everyone’s memories, my friends. They have their own families too, do you change theirs?”

“I understand that this is a lot to process Sam,” Cas tells him. “But I assure that it is possible to be done and I am more than willing to do it.”

“See,” Dean says with a smile. “He can do this no problem. Anyway, it’s not so much changing the memories so much as you being added to them.” He looks at Cas. “Right?”

Cas nods back in response. “Yes.”

“Are you sure that Mom and Dad are okay with this?” Sam wants to know.

“They are.”

Sam hesitates a moment and then faces Cas again. “Okay, I’m ready.”

Cas smiles back at him and then closes his eyes. “This should not take long.”

Dean watches as Cas does his thing but then he suddenly stops and leans backward.

“Sam, where on earth did you learn to fight like that?”

Sam stares back at him. “What do you mean?”

Cas quickly glances at Dean before looking at Sam. “One of your memories, you were fighting a demon. You had a knife and it looked as though you had been trained.”

“What are you talking about?” Dean demands to know. “Sam’s never been trained to fight.”

They both turn to look at him.

“That is my point,” Cas replies. “Where did he learn that?”

They both look at Sam who is just as confused as they are.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Sam tells them. “I don’t remember anything like that.”

Cas glances at Dean again. “What shall I do? Continue with this?”

“Yes,” Sam says. “Just keep going.”

Cas nods back at him and continues to remove the memories.

Dean can’t help but think that this whole thing is somehow… wrong. He was over the moon to get Sam back and he still felt that way but there was still that part of him that felt like things hadn’t worked out quite right.

15 minutes later Cas had finished and he sits down again in the chair in front of Sam.

“How do you feel Sam?”

Sam shrugs his shoulders. “A little weird to be honest.”

“Yeah, why is that?” Dean asks.

“Uh… well I’m just wondering why the hell you two are sitting so close to me, is there like some sort of group hug thing about to happen?”

Dean and Cas glance at each other and then Dean bursts out laughing.

He couldn’t help himself because they whole situation was beyond bizarre, Sam had no idea that his memories had been altered, but Dean did.

“Okay, what the hell is wrong with him?” Sam asks Cas.

Cas narrows his eyes as they continue to watch Dean.

“I wish that I could answer that for you Sam but…”

“Ever since you met him you haven’t been able to figure out what’s wrong with him?” Sam replies with a smirk. “This is just getting weird.”

Dean finally manages to control himself and he leans forward to pull Sam into a hug, the first proper hug they had shared in 10 years.

A few minutes later Sam sits back in the chair. “What the hell is going on around here? Why are you all acting so… insane?”

“Yeah okay,” Dean says. “Fair point.”

Something occurs to Dean then, Sam’s memories being changed, he no longer remembered being in that place, he no longer remembered the demons and spirits that escaped, the ones that they would now have to hunt down and get rid of.

Dean grabs Cas’ hand and pulls him toward the kitchen door.

“What are you doing?” Cas asks.

“Sam doesn’t remember the demons, the spirits.”

Cas shakes his head. “No, he does not.”

“Well you need to do something about that,” Dean tells him. “It’s our responsibility to get rid of the ones that escaped so Sam has to have knowledge of that.”

Cas nods back at him. “I understand, of course. I will scan through the memories again and make certain that he was there when you confronted John about being a hunter.”

“Okay good,” Dean replies. “Because something else just occurred to me, we need to learn how to fight, if we’re going to do this then we need to know.”

“Of course but you should perhaps speak to your father about that.”

“I will,” Dean says. “But first we need to finish this whole memory thing.”

July 27 2008
Three days had passed since Cas had altered Sam’s memories and as of this morning, he had finally finished altering everyone else’s.

Bobby had been the most reluctant about the whole thing, of course he wanted to do whatever he could to help Sam but the whole memory change by an Angel thing had thrown him a little.

Now though, Dean, Sam and Cas were in the backyard with John who had set up some sort of training course.

They had already spent five days acclimating to Sam’s reappearance and Cas’ source had told him that the spirits and demons had already attached themselves to people and were causing problems.

But both Dean and Sam had no training and despite the mysterious memory of Sam fighting off a demon, he was even worse than Dean was and he was pretty bad to begin with.

Dean walks over to the table where John had laid out knives, guns and other various weapons, most were pieces that Dean had never seen before.

He reaches out and picks one up.

“That’s a Bowie Knife.” John tells him.

“Okay Dad, I may not know how to hunt like you, but I know what a damn bowie knife is.”

John slaps him across the back of the head. “Don’t be a smartass and I want you to take this seriously.”

“I get it Dad,” Dean replies. “Believe me.”

John shakes his head. “No, don’t do that Dean. This is important, your life is going to depend on how much and how well you learn and let me make this clear, until both you and Sam have had at least a few weeks training, you’re going to leave the hunting to Bobby and I.”

“Dad.”

John takes a step closer to him and rests his hand on Dean’s shoulder. “I’m serious Dean, you do nothing until I tell you to.”

“Fine,” Dean replies. “I hear you alright.”

Dean takes the knife with him and walks over to Cas who then shows him a few moves to practice.

John was working with Sam, teaching him how to shoot.

Dean understood that his father was right, it would be foolish to go running off to hunt demons. He was sure that he could handle the weapons alright but for how long was another story.

Sucking in a deep breath Dean focuses on the target and throws the knife, he at least gets it within the target and is just a little bit proud of that.

What he’s not proud of, is when he hears Sam fire the gun, Dean jumps what he thinks might have been about two feet in the air.

Spinning on his heel he turns to look at Sam who is staring back at him with a smirk on his face.

“Sorry about that big bro.” Sam tells him.

“Bite me.” Dean retorts.

Dean walks over to the gun station and picks up the same gun that Sam had just fired, it still had a warm feeling to it.

“You alright using that?” Dean asks a moment later.

Sam shrugs his shoulders. “I guess so, was kinda weird though.”

Dean places the gun back down and quickly glances over at John and Bobby.

“Dean?”

“Yeah?”

“Do you think it’s weird that Dad never told us any of this before now?” Sam asks. “I mean he’s had our whole lives to teach us this stuff, hell just tell us about this stuff and yet he waited.”

Dean shrugs his shoulders now. “I dunno Sammy, I tried to ask him about that but he just kept telling me it was for our own good.”

“Okay,” Sam replies. “I guess that I could understand that but what I don’t get is why now, why does he need us now?”

“It doesn’t really matter, does it?” Dean says. “I mean yeah it would have been nice to know all of this stuff beforehand so that we could help him but we’re learning now.”

Sam nods back at him. “Still weird if you ask me. This whole situation is. I’ve been thinking about it a lot lately. What happened to make Dad finally tell us about this, about him being a hunter? And if it’s that important then a few weeks of training isn’t going to be enough.”

“Then I guess we’re just going to have to pick it as we go along, hope you’re a fast learner Sammy.”

Chapter Eight