Title: Same Old Song
Disclaimer: Me no own, You no sue; title from Blake Shelton's "Same Old Song"
Warning: Gore
Note: AU for 7x11 "Adventures in Babysitting"
"Oh, honey," Dean's frantic grimace suddenly turns to a dark smile, "you don't know who you're messing with."
Really, you never stood a chance.
You were dead the minute your fangs pierced little Sammy Winchester's flesh, you just didn't know it yet.
Now, though, as you watch Dean put the knife to the floor and that wicked grin flash across his face, you realize that he never needed it. It was just for show, for convenience.
And then your sister is choking and there's blood coming out of her mouth and the little girl in her arms is screaming.
Sam is standing and he's grinning and the hunter in your arms is shaking with terror as he watches because, really, this can't be real. But, when Sam turns to face you, his eyes darkened with hatred and sadistic glee, you can feel your stomach tighten and your throat close up and there's something happening to your lungs.
Ah, your lungs are now in your throat as some invisible thing rips and tears them apart.
You collapse next to your sister, the Winchesters laughter echoing in your ears as you choke on your own blood.
End.