A/N: All right - if you clicked on this by dribble I mean pieces of stories I drooled out and never finished because I lost inspiration...I'm posting them because I can, and if you hate never finished stories don't read this, if you want to steal ideas and write your own stuff based on this - go for it! But do not steal my ideas and turn it into an incest, if you have a thing for you sibling there is something wrong with you...Oooooh...and they're all angst ridden messes because writing happy things is hard.


End of the World


It's amazing the difference one month can make...

Dean Winchester dug his way out of his grave, as he finally broke through to the sunlight he shuddered, and pressed his eyes closed, it had been fifty years since he'd seen sunlight.

As he clawed his way onto the ground he surveyed the bright world around him and tried to remember how he'd even got here. The last thing he could remember was a small blond woman screaming as he pulled her insides out with a small scalpel. He closed his eyes again a moment to relish the remembered sound and then halted as a mild twinge of guilt shook his body.

That was an emotion he hadn't possessed in nearly ten years, and he did not like that he could feel it now.

Dean walked faster down the road trying to ignore the small voice in the back of his head that whispered of lost humanity.

"Dean my boy, I see you clawed your way up, and got your old body no less."

Dean spun to view the source of this sudden noise, an older man in a cheap suit stood leaning on a signpost. "Alastair?"

"The one and only my boy!"

"I didn't claw my way anywhere," Dean scowled, "I don't even remember how I got here."

"You don't eh?" Alastair tilted his head, "I wonder..."

Dean watched his mentor cautiously and then suddenly jumped back swearing and in pain as a stream of water hit him. "The Hell kinda demon carries holy water around?" Dean paused and several emotions varying from confusion to horror slid across his face, "I'm a demon, aren't I?"

"And I've never been prouder," Alastair grinned.

"How?"

"In exactly the same way the rest of us became demons Dean, by doing enough amoral things or getting twisted enough to strip away your humanity."

"I felt guilt, demons are not supposed to feel guilt," Dean's voice was bland.

"No you aren't, but you hit earth a little early is all."

"How does that even happen?"

"Well I guess there's no harm telling you since you're one of us now, an Angel pulled you out."

"There's no such thing."

"Demons exist, would it not make sense for Angels to?"

"Why would an Angel take a demon out of Hell?"

"I don't think he knew you were a demon, after all he got his orders fifteen years ago Hell time."

"Hell time?"

"It's only been five months here, not even half a year."

Dean turned and started walking more briskly, "I have to find my brother."

"Your brother?" Alastair laughed, "You think your brothers going to want to spend time with you now?"

"If he was willing to spend time with that bitch Ruby I'm sure he'll be okay with me," Dean snarled.

"True," Alastair paused as though mulling something over, "I'll take you to him, I can teach you some new tricks on the way."

"Fine."


A knock sounded on the hotel door and Sam looked over at Ruby confused, it was two in the morning who would be knocking now?

Wiping the blood from his face Sam approached the door and looked through the peep hole, and he saw the last face he ever expected to see again.

He pulled the door open cautiously and gripped the knife in his back pocket as he moved.

Dean, or at least what looked like Dean took a step back from the door and eyed his Sam with a faint look of guilt.

"What are you, because you're sure as Hell not my brother, my brother died," Sam snapped.

"Ah, yeah, I did do that," Dean paused, "it's me, I will answer any questions you need me to if that's what I have to do to prove myself."

"Or you can drink some salted holy water."

"No I can't Sam," Dean suddenly looked in Sam's eyes, "I didn't exactly come back the way I left..."

"Sam I think you should hear him out," Ruby's voice came from behind him and he looked back surprised.

"Ruby," Dean's voice took on a near inhuman tone for a moment and his eyes flashed with the tell-tale blackness.

"You're not my brother," Sam pulled the Ruby's knife out.

"Sam," Ruby grabbed his arm halting his movement, "I think he really is your brother."

"How can you tell?" Sam asked.

"No demon would be stupid enough to try and fake it, and they certainly wouldn't hold still while you waved that knife at them."

San looked uncertain, "Fine, but slip-up once and this is going into your skull."


"So an Angel was trying to save you?" Sam's eyes were wide with surprise, "You don't believe in Angels."

"Yeah, but I have it on pretty good authority that it was an Angel, guess they're not very punctual huh?" Dean laughed sharply.

"Dean we can try and find a way to fix you, it'll be okay we can work it out."

Dean looked startled and glanced over at Ruby before looking back at his brother, "I take it your 'friend' didn't tell you anything about how she became a demon."

"Not specifics, they tortured her for a long, long, time until they twisted her soul into a demon, she said she wasn't even sure how long it was."

Dean lowered his head slightly his face going a tinge red, "All right, well, this isn't curable Sam, this is my fault."

"But, I'm sure some demon must know a way!"

"No Sam," Dean spoke sharply, "Look, I'm damned, there is nothing you can do about that except enjoy the time you do have with me."

"We will talk about this later," Sam sighed, "But I'd better try to explain this to Bobby." Sam stood up and pulled his cell phone out as he walked into the hallway.

As the door closed behind Sam a short laugh echoed in the room and Dean looked sharply at the source of the noise; Ruby.

"What's so funny bitch?"

"Only you Dean, you must have done something pretty awful to be as far along as you are."

"It's none of your business what I did or didn't do Ruby."

"It is unless you want me to explain all this to Sammy-boy there."

Dean swept to his feet his eyes swallowed by darkness as he stared at the other demon, "I was tortured for thirty years by Alastair and I tortured souls for twenty years for Alastair."

"Twenty years," Ruby breathed, "He doesn't usually train anyone except demons who've earned it."

"Yeah well maybe I'm just special," Dean spoke in a sarcastic tone.

"Special is right," Ruby sighed, "The rest of us don't get an option Dean, we just get tortured until we don't know who we are anymore...and no one comes back up here this quickly.

"You so much as think about this around Sam and I will make sure to show you every trick Alastair showed me, you understand that Ruby?"

She looked up startled, "It's crystal clear Dean, all though if you did tell him he might give up on that fool notion of curing you."

The door re-opened and Dean eyed his brother, Sam did not look happy, "Bobby wants you to come to his house Dean, I don't think he's convinced."


Dean stood outside Bobby's house pacing back and forth, Ruby had fucked off to god knows where and Sam was arguing vehemently with Bobby.

Dean looked into his car, the Impala had been left at Bobby's over the last couple days for a tune up apparently. So this was the first time he was seeing his girl again, from his perspective the first time in many years.

Reaching in the drivers side window he grabbed a white cord coming out of his dashboard and yanked, "The hell did you do to my baby Sam?" Dean held up the wire like it was made of cockroaches.

Bobby and Sam stepped out on the front porch, "Toldjah he'd hate that damn thing Sam."

"It's an iPod c-" Sam paused and looked over at Bobby, "You believe me?"

"Well the way I figure no one except Dean could be such an idjit when it comes to technology," Bobby sighed, "Even I have an iPod you damn fool!"

"Riiiight," Dean rolled his eyes, "Well not in my car."

"Come inside boy," Bobby sighed, "I'll move a few things to let you in."

As he spoke Bobby scraped symbols from in front of the door, "Well hurry up Dean, I don't got all day."

Startled the hunter turned demon walked up the steps and into the house, he'd never expected Bobby to be willing to speak with him again.

"Sit down," Bobby motioned to a rundown chair and Dean slid into it with a somewhat awkward smile, "Wipe that smirk off your face boy you're still in trouble."

Dean felt a sudden urge to leap up from his chair and yank Bobby's intestines out through his mouth, but instead Dean sat quietly and stopped smiling, he felt mildly unsettled by his own instincts but he supposed it was something he'd have to adjust to.

"Well show me already," Bobby motioned.

"Show you what?" Dean was confused.

"Your eyes yeh idjit, I'd rather get it over with now so I can adjust, if we're out hunting I don't wanna shoot you because I'm surprised."

"Ah," Dean sighed, "They're just like any other demons eyes Bobby."

"Show me."

Dean hesitantly let his true form shine through, his eyes sliding into dark orbs that gave nothing. "I'm guessing this wasn't about you being surprised?"

The older hunter sighed and nodded, "I just needed to see how much you ripped up your own soul down there son."

Dean quelled his rage once again, 'he's only trying to protect Sam, it's for Sam.'


Dean sat on the hood of the Impala lost in thought, he felt hungry, and he worried he knew what for, pushing away the thoughts of the souls he'd tortured was getting harder.

"Dean?" Sam's voice.

"Yeah Sammy?"

"I've been thinking, Dad spent a lot more time down there and he was exactly the same as when he died, Dean, what happened to you?"

Dean sighed he'd known the question would be coming at some point, "Tell you what Sammy, you explain what you're doing with Ruby, and I'll tell you what happened to my soul."

"She helped me Dean, she was there for me when I was at the end of my rope, and she's going to help me kill Lilith."

"How?"

"By tracking her down of cour-"

"That's bullshit Sammy, and you know it," Dean scowled, "Either tell me the truth or you're not getting your answer."

Sam's face turned red and he stared at the ground, "She's been teaching me how to use my powers..."

"And?"

"They're amplified if I drink her blood..."

Dean turned away and pressed one hand to his forehead, "I tortured other souls Sammy, that's why I'm a demon, that's why I'm irredeemable."

"Tortured?"

"Everyday Alastair came to me Sammy, and he told me that the torture would stop, that I could get off the rack, if I would torture other souls, and everyday I told him to stick it where the sun don't shine, thirty years I told him, but then I just couldn't anymore Sammy..."

"So you tortured some people..."

"No Sammy, I tormented souls, for twenty years I tormented them, and I liked it."

"You...liked it?"

"At first I was just glad to be off the rack and to have something to take my pain out on, and then I really started to learn...started to enjoy it."

"It's over now though, you can get better Dean."

"No I can't, because I still want to, when I see a child I want to rip them apart while they're alive and hear them scream."

"Dean?"

"I'm not...I'm holding it in Sammy, for your sake, you're what's left of my humanity, the only reason I feel guilt anymore, so I need you to stop this blood thing, or I'm not going to be your brother anymore...at least not the one you know."

"Stop?"

"We can find another way to kill her Sammy, I can probably kill her if I can get enough power...but you've got to keep your soul intact Sammy."

"Dean, I can't let you do this alone, I can do this!"

"Or, you can help me do this, and I won't be doing it alone Sammy, I'll need you to keep me on target, because I can't do it on my own..."

"All right, when Ruby comes back, I'll send her away."

"Thank you Sam."

"I'm going to head to bed now, see you in the morning."

Dean watched his little brother head back to the house and then returned to trying not to think.

"Dean," a sly voice caught his attention this time and the demon's eyes instantly snapped to black, "I hear you're having issues."

"Alastair, leave me alone, I'm busy."

"Oh Deano, no need to be spiteful, I only came to give you a present."

"I don't need a present," Dean muttered.

Alastair smiled, "Come see it first Dean."

When Dean didn't say anything Alastair grabbed his shoulder and Dean found himself in a dingy room, and his eyes settled on Ruby, a strapped down struggling Ruby.

"That's where she went," Dean tilted his head.

"Mmm, and don't you just want to carve her up for what she did with your brother, she's been confessing all sorts of naughty things to me," the older demon grinned viciously.

"What does this get for you?"

"Well for one thing her out of my way, for another, you kill her, you gain power, and if you kill Lilith with that power, then I gain power."

Dean hesitated and then slid his hand across the tools, "They're not as good."

"No, this realm is, less expressive, but you can still have fun can't you Dean?"

Dean expected himself to say no, to leave, instead he found himself picking up a knife and admiring it.

Ruby whimpered and Dean smiled.


When Sam woke the next morning Dean was already up, or never slept Sam couldn't be sure, though given his brothers history, the latter was more likely.

"Ruby never came back," Sam said.

Dean looked up startled, "I'm not surprised, she's never been exactly trustworthy has she."

"I-I guess not..."

"You look, upset?"

"No, just a bit confused," Sam smiled, "All right Dean how do you gain power?"

"By killing other demons with one of these," Dean held up what looked like a burnt railroad spike.

"Where'd you get that?"

"I made it last night."

"And you just knew how?"

"No, I had to go do some research."

"Oh," Sam paused, "Well I have a good place to start," Sam pulled out a newspaper clipping, "the locals are taking turns going crazy and killing people, when they're caught they claim they had no control over their actions."

"Sounds like demons to me."

"Me too."


When they arrived in the small town Dean got out of the car raising one eyebrow, a couple of the houses were on fire and people were screaming and running, "well I think being subtle is out the window."

"No kidding," Sam shook his head, "I don't understand, demons aren't usually this obvious."

"No, not usually."

Sam sighed and pulled out the knife glancing only briefly over at his brother who'd pulled out the weapon he'd shown Sam earlier.

"Well shall we?" Dean asked smiling in a way that made Sam uncomfortable.

"Yeah, let's get this over with," Sam grabbed his brothers arm, "Remember, they're just people who are possessed, painless deaths."

Dean looked shaken for a moment and then nodded.


Dean walked down the hall of the local school, "Dean Winchester, in your old body I see, how'd you pull that off."

Dean turned to view a little girl with blond hair pulled up in piggy-tails, she would have looked entirely normal if not for the black eyes and the fact that she was licking blood off her fingers.

"You would be?"

"Jenny, you took part in breaking me, don't you remember?" she smiled.

"Ah yes, you screamed a lot as I recall, for days," Dean moved slightly closer, "It was a very pretty noise."

"Yes well after thousands of years of torment you'd be pretty good at screaming too," she tilted her head, "Do you know what I went to hell for Dean?"

"No, never cared to be entirely honest with you."

"Really? Well it's ironic really, I mean you sold your soul to bring your brother back, I sold mine to save my brother from some men who wanted him dead."

"And I would care because?"

She studied him closely, "You know, you had to be pretty fucked up in life to be this twisted after only fifty years."

"So people are continually telling me," he scowled, "It's getting pretty annoying."

"Alastair is playing you."

"How so?"

"Oh, it's just some things I heard on my way up, about Lilith's connection to the seals."

"The what?"

"You don't know?" she giggled, "This is just too good."

"Don't know what?"

"If you think I'd stick my neck out and tell you everything you're wrong."

"I don't need you to want to tell me Jenny."

"You're going to torture it out of me Dean, while baby brother looks on?"

A scowl twisted Dean's face, "He doesn't need to know."

Deans picked her up by the front of her frilly dress.

"Go ask your savior what's going down Dean," suddenly the little girl screamed as the demon left her body.

Dropping the now sobbing child carelessly Dean left storming down the hall towards Sam.


"So where are we going?"

"I need someone who can find an Angel."

"An Angel?"

"Specifically the angel who pulled me out, I want to know about these seals."

"I don't know if a demon finding an Angel is a great idea Dean."

"Well he must have dragged me out for a reason."

"I guess," Sam seemed doubtful, "But I don't want to loose you again."

"Hey," Dean frowned, "No chick flick moments, especially not in my car."


Bobby looked at the two boys, "All right I got us a psychic, but are you boys sure this is a good idea?"

"No," Dean sighed, "But it's the only one I got."

"All right, I convinced my friend Pamela Barnes to help out, but she seems pretty iffy bout this one."

"Let's just get this over with," Dean muttered.

"All right come on down Pam, you've lurked long enough."

"He's a demon," a voice came from the top of the stairs and they both turned to view a dark haired woman defending them, "He's a demon whose in his original body, thats...it's not possible."

"Yeah well apparently I'm just special enough to get dragged out by an Angel."

"Bobby you said nothing about a demon, just because you knew this guy when he was human doesn't mean anything about who or what he is now."

"Look, I knew you wouldn't come if I told you, so I didn't," Bobby glanced at Dean and then back, "Even if you don't believe he can have any humanity left aren't you curious as to why an Angel wants him."

"Fine, but he sits on the other side of the circle," she scowled "demon memories give me the worst headaches when they bleed through."

"All right, ground rules, didn't believe in Angels until Bobby called still don't really, but if this is an Angel I'm not going to force myself on it," she frowned, "I'm just going to tell it you want to see it, that's it."

"Fine with me," Dean said evenly.

"All right hold hands," she closed her eyes and started to chant, the candle flickered and then suddenly flared up. "I don't know who or what you are but that thing you pulled out of the oven a little late wants to speak to you."

Suddenly the candle went out and Pamela stood up.

"Well?" Sam asked.

"He's coming cutie, but I have never in my whole life felt so much power, I'll be upstairs."

The front door to Bobby's house shot open and a man in a suit and trench-coat stepped into the room the wind billowed around him and the lights flickered out. Dean could swear he saw the shadows of wings for a moment on the wall behind the man.

"No demon in the history of demons has summoned an angel Dean Winchester."

"Yeah, well I figure you're the first Angel to pull a demon out of hell."

"You became a demon much faster than expected."

"So I've heard," Dean snarled.

"What do you want?"

"Why did you pull me out, and what are the seals?"

"The seals, stop the apocalypse, they are what is holding Lucifer in."

"Why did I not put that one together," Bobby spoke in an agonized tone, "It should have been obvious."

"You are a player in this Dean, for better or for worse, though given the condition of your soul I think I know which one," the angel frowned.

"You don't know anything about me Wing-Boy!"

"My name is Castiel, and you should show me some respect, I can send you right back to where I took you from."

"Can he be redeemed?" Sam's voice broke the argument.

"I don't know Sam, only God would know, his forgiveness can be great, but it would not just involve one act, and if you could feel your brothers thoughts Sam..." Castiel trailed off, "It would be better not to hope in this case."

Dean looked at the ground feeling once again that gut rending guilt that only got worse the more Sam learned.

"How do we stop these seals from being broken?" Sam asked.

"That's up to you, I have no answers for you beyond that. Just know that it's started ten of them are already broken."

With that the Angel disappeared.

"All right boys, get some sleep, I'll pull up what I can on the seals," Bobby stood and started taking books down.

"I need a walk," Dean muttered.

"Be careful," Sam sounded nervous and Dean looked sharply at his brother, Sam's face was ashen and his eyes bloodshot.

"What's wrong?"

"It's nothing," Sam muttered.

Dean grabbed Sam's arm and hauled his brother up the stairs to the guest room.

After he'd sat his little brother on the bed he looked in his eyes, "What's wrong?"

"I think, I think it's withdrawals Dean, from demon blood...if you could give me just a little of your blood, ease the process?" Sam sounded weak, desperate.

Dean stood and turned away running his hands through his hair, Sam had never sounded like this before, not even when he'd been sick.

"You need to dry out Sam, we don't even know if this is something you can ease off of."

"Please Dean," Sam leaned forward, "Just a little, this will be the last time, it just hurts, it hurts so much."

Dean paced the length of the room once and then left the room.

"Dean?" Sam eyed the door and then leaned back into the bed clutching his stomach.

"He doesn't care Sammy," a voice in the back of his head whispered, "He's a demon, he doesn't care about you, little pathetic Sammy."

Sam screamed silently and tugged at his hair, "Shut-up," he tried to breath slowly but everything felt sped up, "I'm only hallucinating."

The door opened again and Dean stood over the bed with one of the needles they usually used for dead mans blood.

"Only a little blood Sammy," Dean sat down on the bed, "And that's it, no more after this."

"Thank you, thank you Dean, just make it all go away please," Sam edged closer to his brother.

Dean tied off a piece of cloth and hit his lower forearm a couple times with the back of his hand, clench, unclench, clen-

-ch, unclench, fifteen year old Dean inserted the needle and slowly eased the liquid into his arm.

Breath finally released and he leaned back into the pillows behind him, Sam stood over him frowning, "This is the last time Dean, more after this and I will tell Dad."

"I know Sammy, I know," Dean smiled faintly as his world became a pleasant haze and he left reality behind.

Dean had touched heroin only once after that, it had been exactly one day after his Dad had died, he hadn't used it, he'd just bought it when Sam had found him.

"Don't do it Dean," he'd said eyes filling up with tears, "don't even think about it."

Dean had flushed it.

-ch, unclench, Dean inserted the needle and drew out the blood.

"This is the last time Sam," Dean held his brothers head and dripped the liquid into his mouth, as Sam smiled a smile of ecstasy Dean sighed. "Or I'll tell Dad," he whispered to himself.

"What Dean?"

"Nothing Sammy."


Dean sat on the hood of the Impala lost in thought, "Deano, you want another present?"

Dean looked up sharply as Alastair approached reminding him of a more present addiction. "No, I don't."

"Ah come on Deano," Alastair smiled, "I got someone I'm sure you'd love to see I'm sure of it."

"I saw Jenny."

"Huh didn't know she had it in her to make it topside."

"She said you're playing me."

"Who isn't playing these days."

"That's not an answer."

"If you really don't want your present then fine," Alastair had a disappointed look on his face.

"Who is it?"

"Do you remember Meg?"

Dean's eyes slid sharply to black and he snarled, "Of course I remember Meg."

"Wouldn't you like to carve into that one?"

Dean turned away pressing one hand to his forehead. He knew that he wanted this, but Sam, he was supposed to be good and strong for Sam.

"Fuck this," Dean muttered.

"What was that?"

"All right, let's go."

"I knew you had it in you Deano" Alastair spoke smiling as Dean approached him.

"Yeah," Dean smiled and suddenly in one swift motion slammed the railroad spike into Alastair's chest, "Me too."

"Y-you spiteful little bastard," Alastair choked out and then he crumbled to the ground. Dean pulled the weapon out and and exhaled eyes wide as he felt the immense amount of power running through him suddenly.

Why Alastair had given him such a powerful weapon was beyond Dean although he guessed it was arrogance.

Dean bent down and grabbed the shoulder of the man Alastair was possessing and concentrated on an alleyway he new of a couple states over.


Sam woke and wandered blearily down the stairs, he could hear Dean and Bobby talking in the kitchen, "I suppose we could get you an eyepatch," Bobby's voice...


A/N: And that's it! Never wrote anymore to this one, next chapter in this has nothing to do with this chapter...totally different dribble.