Summary: "You aren't him. You're not my brother." Dean growled.
"Aren't I? Take a good look, big brother. This is me. I am Sam."
Disclaimer: I don't own anything Supernatural, and am not making any money off this.
A/N: Yet another short story I wrote at work, while thinking about the episode "Born Under a Bad Sign", so there may be some mild spoilers. I wrote this a few days before it aired and this was my take on what the exorcism scene could have been like.
Dean wrestled Sam to the ground, straddling his waist, with one hand gripping his wrist and the other pinning him by his throat. Sam bucked beneath him, trying to toss him off.
"Bobby!" Dean yelled to the older hunter, struggling to keep Sam pinned.
"I'm coming! Keep him down!"
"I'm trying! He's not exactly cooperating!" Dean grunted, "Come on Sammy, help you big brother out a little, huh?"
Sam growled, bucking again, as his blackened eyes peered up at Dean and a twisted smile formed across his face.
"What's the matter Dean? Don't like the new me?" Sam asked with an altered voice not his own.
"You aren't him. You're not my brother." Dean growled.
"Aren't I? Take a good look, big brother. This is me. I am Sam."
"You're not him! You're just some low-life demon who decided to mess with the wrong family." Dean gritted his teeth, pushing Sam roughly back to the floor.
"Then shall I let baby Sammy out to play? To say goodbye to big brother, before I rip him to shreds?" Demon Sam asked, cocking his head to the side, a glint in his dark eyes.
"You leave my brother alone, or I swear – "
Dean's voice cut off as Sam seemed to shudder beneath him, his head drooping and his eyes slipping closed for a minute.
"Sam?" Dean whispered, "Sammy?"
"Dean!" Sam gasped, his head snapped up, his eyes back to normal.
"Sammy, is that you?" Dean asked, his eyes widening.
"Yeah… yeah it's me." Sam spoke softly, his gazed focused away from Dean.
"Are you okay?" Dean asked, before rushing on to assure his brother that everything would work out. "Don't you worry, Sammy. I'm gonna take care of this. You're gonna be okay."
"God, Dean… I'm so sorry, man." Sam cried, finally locking eyes with Dean, his own vision blurred with tears. "I never meant for this to happen."
"Hey, hey… I know you didn't. It's okay. Sammy." Dean tried to sooth Sam.
"No, Dean… you have to do it. You promised. You have to kill me. I'm turning evil, and I can't stop it." Sam begged, his free hand twisting in his brother's shirt.
"Sam, stop it. You're not turning evil. I'm not gonna kill you. It's just this damn demon, and I'm gonna exorcise its ass back to hell, okay? You'll be fine. I swear."
"Dean, you can't take that chance. You have to – "
"Don't even say it Sam. I'm not killing you. We're gonna get rid of this son-of-a-bitch and everything will be okay. I promise." Dean urged Sam to believe him.
Sam looked up at Dean, his puppy-dog eyes wide and watery. Nodding his head, he opened his mouth to speak, but grimaced instead, his head dropping back down.
"Sammy?!" Dean nearly shouted, alarmed.
"Have a nice chat with baby Sammy?" Demon Sam asked, his head rising again, black eyes and twisted smile back in place.
"You Son-of-a-Bitch!" Dean growled, just as Bobby ran back into the room, fully armed and equipped for the exorcism.
"You ready, Dean?" Bobby asked, opening the flask of holy water.
"Yeah," Dean nodded, "Let's send his slimy ass back to hell."