Disclaimer: Nothing's changed. I still don't own it. Lyrics belong to "Like a Disease" by Lollipop Lust Kill.

Warnings: Nothing's changed. Just language.

Summary: Tag to Crossroad Blues. Their father's legacy wasn't the only thing he left them with. "You hypocritical, selfish, son of a—"

Author's Notes: Hello again. Here's my newest fic. I had to work to get this little guy out, trying to get my creative juices flowing. Haven't posted anything in a month so…yeah. Hopefully that doesn't put you off. Wink. Here it is.

Legacies, Crossroads, and Sacrifices

Chapter 1

"Dean?"

"Yeah."

"When you were trapping that demon, you weren't…" He paused, as if unsure whether or not he wanted to hear the answer. Then he just forced it out, "I mean, it was all a trick, right?" He looked over at his brother, in hope, in desperation, in anything that would just make his fear go away. "You never considered actually making that deal, right?"

Dean didn't answer. He didn't even look at him. After a few seconds, Sam saw his eyes flit toward the window and his lips part as if to say something, but he just reached out and turned the volume knob up.

Sam could've sworn he heard his world just crumble in a roar into nothingness over the guitar riff. He forced his dry throat to swallow and pushed the burning tightness back. He closed his eyes for just a second and pressed his lips together.

He breathed slowly through the curve he felt the car take and cherished the anger that drowned out everything.

"You goddamn, hypocritical, selfish, son of a bitch." He was pretty sure he was just as surprised as Dean when his brother's face whipped to him.

"Excuse me?"

Sam clenched his jaw once and again but didn't look at Dean. "You heard me."

Dean blinked before his lips thinned and he looked back through the windshield. His hands gripped the steering wheel before he whipped it to the right, stomped on the brakes and the car screeched into the side of the road.

"Get out." It was said with no emotion and Sam followed it with just as much, closing the door with barely a sound safe for the metal's squeak. Then he just leaned against it as casual as could be.

Dean hadn't even turned the car off before he was around the front of it, his face dark and tense. "Listen up, Sammy—"

He hadn't seen it coming. It was the last thing he expected. Sam was still as stone, with about as much expression as one too. That should've clued him in. But it didn't. And he was flat on his back with pain radiating from his jaw and Sam standing over him with his right fist still in the air.

"There's your raincheck, big brother." Sam hadn't even sounded angry despite the red rage flowing through his veins, so hot he couldn't breathe through the fury of it. Then he turned away from his stunned and bleeding brother, opened his car door, stepped in, and shut it silently.

Dean just stared at the area where Sam had stood; he moved his hand from his lip and saw the blood that coated his fingers.

Well, goddamn, he thought dumbly and pushed himself to his feet. Who knew Sammy had it in him?

He wasn't quite sure how he felt about the fact that Sam was actually capable about hiding such a violent anger in him with no apparent hints. He never would've thought that patient, pacifist Sam could swing at him without so much as a grimace or a narrowing of eyes.

He never would've imagined that his little brother could swing at him period. So when Sam had shot him with a shotgun loaded up with rock salt, it had come as a bit of a surprise. He hadn't seen that one coming either.

But Sam wasn't possessed. Dean was pretty sure he was in his right mind. So why in the hell was he wondering if his jaw was broken courtesy of his little brother's left hook?

He massaged it gently and swiveled it back and forth, relieved that there were just sharp twinges of pain and it was capable of movement. He walked back to the driver's seat and stepped in without a word.

Sam was just staring through the windshield, his broken wrist cradled in his left, the knuckles red and swollen.

"Sammy—"

"Shut the fuck up, Dean." And to add emphasis to his statement, Sam leaned forward and copied his brother's earlier movement with the radio knob.

The sound burst through the car and vibrated through the seats. Neither of them made any action to lower it.

I can't trust you, we both know why.

Dean stared at his brother for a few more seconds, feeling the guilt and pain starting to lap at him. The lyrics seemed to be oddly apt for the situation.

I can see through all your lies.

He clenched his jaw and nodded once tightly even though Sam wouldn't see it.

I'm abandoned, left here stranded.

The car pulled off the side of the road with its occupants tense and furious and hurting and trying to ignore the double meaning of it. Neither spoke, they ignored the other's presence as the atmosphere grew darker and darker with the words unsaid and the thoughts unheard.

And it all comes down when I come down

And it hits the ground and we all fall down.

The song ended and another took its place.

But through the hard rock and deafening riffs, there was silence.

Maybe that was the problem. They said nothing and with that lack of words, said everything that needed to be said and everything that couldn't be. Leaving them with a fury that wanted to explode.

Their father's teachings weren't the only legacy he left them with.

There was a legacy that was only revenge and darkness and destruction.

That legacy was the legacy that would end it all.

They both knew it. They thought it just as the other did.

Now they wondered if they'd ever be able to cross the road that was riddled with it. They wondered if they had the strength.

If they ever had.

To be continued…

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