Au World Difference: Sam was born a girl and was forced to be the mother of Lucifer's child in season 12.

Dean couldn't tear his eyes away from the kid who was sitting at the table, slowly eating a bowl of cereal. He knew that Dean was staring, glaring, at him but didn't say anything, meticulously chewing every bite instead.

Dean tightened his grip on his coffee cup, his eyes following the kid as he finished his bowl and went to wash it in the sink before he left the kitchen. The moment the kid left Dean breathed out through his nose and forced himself to loosen his grip on his cup.

It's only been one month since the kid was born, coming out already baked and grown. Sam's screams still filled his dreams before he swore that the universe broke and suddenly the kid was there.

He didn't have a name just yet, Sam hadn't had the time to pick him one and Dean had no desire to name him either.

Every time he looked at him or looked at his side and was confused for a moment about where Sam was and then remembered what had happened to hikm Dean had to fight himself from picking up one of the weapons in the bunker and painting the walls with the kids blood.

Not that it would work. The kid was immune to angel blades and he had nothing stronger than that in the bunker. If anything it would make him feel a bit better in doing it but ultimately, it wouldn't do anything to him in the slightest.

And the worst part, or maybe the best part he wasn't quite sure yet, was that the kid would let him. He knew that he had killed Sam, his mother, and he wore that guilt clearly and straight on his chest. The few times that he and Dean managed to say three words to each other the kid had said that Sam had loved him.

Dean had broke his hand punching him in the face and the kid stumbled back, his nose was broke but it automatically healed itself, and after since then the kid didn't mention Sam, he didn't say anything at all to be honest.

Dean breathed out slowly and glanced at the liquor on the counter, trying to figure out if he should have a drink this early in the morning.

On one hand, logically, the kid was his nephew whether he liked it or not. He was Sam's kid, he firmly ignored who the other parent was, and by blood and law, he was Deans nephew so by that Dean should care just a bit about him.

But at the same time, he destroyed everything. His birth had killed Sam after she had been violated in one of the worst ways possible by Lucifer. His birth had created a crack in the universe that his mother had fallen through with Lucifer. He had done nothing but destroy everything around him and with that, that was the Winchester luck right there.

It also hurt to look at him. The hair, the dimples, the shape of the eyes. Everything was Sam and each time he did catch a hint of it he felt a pain so sharp in his chest that Dean would swear that his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

The only thing that was different was his eye color, they were the same color as the old vessel Nick and it was the real reminder of who his father had been.

He didn't know what to do to get his sister back either. No demon was willing to make a deal with him anymore, and he had tried and been laughed at or the demon straight up vanished from his sight the moment they saw him. Rowena refused to work on necromancy and Dean didn't have enough of a skill to be able to do that himself.

The only thing powerful enough at the moment was the kid and oh how he hated that, hated that he was slightly dependent on him for that or for anything.

But fine, the kid was going to be here under Deans strict look and as soon as he was strong enough, the kid was going to bring Sam back to life.

And then, then Dean could find a way to kill him.

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