Double Trouble

Chapter Twelve-Sam/Dean

Double Trouble (Sam)/(Dean)

Twelve

When darkness overcomes you, it's scary. Completely scary. It's like everything is knocked out of you and then there's nothing. Nothing at all. It happened so suddenly. My heart began to race as my chest tightened; it felt as if the center of my head was being throttled with a bit. A rush of sound roared through me and black clouds pressed their way into my vision.

So, to say I wasn't scared in the slightest would have to be a complete understatement. The last thing I saw was Dean and Dave and then nothing.

Something was completely fishy about Grace and I couldn't put my finger on it. All evening she'd been picking at her food and sipping slowly on her wine and that was about it. She kept pestering me on and on about if I was going to eat, and was it good, and how about that tasty wine? She kept saying about how she knew the chef at this sketchy restaurant and how she'd whipped up the drink special.

Special was a word she really liked it seemed. And the whole time I couldn't stop thinking about Dean and it was getting bothersome.

"What's going on between you and Dean?"

I blinked, glancing up from my plate and right at Grace.

"What do you mean?" I asked slowly, hesitant. Almost instantly did my mind flash back to the day of the lake.

"Oh, come on, Sam. You've been ignoring his phone calls, you refuse to talk about him, it doesn't take a genius to figure it out."

I shrugged, "It's complicated..." but Grace wouldn't have it.

"Actually, it isn't. He's pissed that you're hanging out with me, isn't he? God, isn't that just like him? We rarely get a chance to see each other and then when we do, he takes you away like your his. I care about you, Sam, I really do, but it seems to me that Dean doesn't want you to be happy, so long as your his faithful, ever obeying, best friend."

She was a bit right but, that was Dean and, well, Dean didn't really know how to hide his jealousy well.

"And what do you want me to do?" I sighed.

"Break things off with him. Leave him. Tell him you're no longer friends. That way we could finally be together without any problems in the way." She smiled and I flinched subtly.

"Grace, I've known him since grade school." I couldn't just stop being best friends with him. He'd probably go crazy without me anyway.

"Sam, that doesn't change the fact that I'm the one you're dating. Please, Sam, do it for me. For us." I sighed before picking up the glass of wine and rotating it in my hand before taking a sip.

"No!" Dean cried and that was the last thing I remembered before darkness overcame me.

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"Goodbye Dean."

I felt the pain before I saw the punch.

I stumbled back, eyes wide and confused as I stared at the man in front of me. The man who had the same chocolate brown eyes, the same soft fluffy hair. The man who looked exactly like Sam, but wasn't him at all. It was like living in a nightmare; the very person I had been trying to protect was going to kill me.

Before I could even recover another hit was landed on me and then another, this time on my jaw and my head snapped to the side from the force of it, the metalic taste of blood entering my mouth.

"Sammy, this isn't you! Snap out of it!" I groaned, my eyes desperately searching his. I had this stupid idea that if I looked hard enough, he'd come back to me. That I'd be able to see the real Sam, and not whoever this stranger was.