Summary: What if Dean and John came back from hell as Demons? How will Sam cope with this new evil pair? Will he find the strength to kill his own father and brother? Or will they make him an offer that he can't refuse?
A/N: This story is slightly AU. Season 4 happened but without Dean. So Lucifer was freed by Sam and now this would be my season 5 opening.
My Father, My Brother, My Enemies
Last night my father and brother came back from the dead. I wish that I could say that we had a wonderful family reunion filled with laughs and reminiscing over old times but I can't. They came to me, calling for me outside of my hotel room. At first I thought that I was losing my fucking my mind. After all that I had been doing since my brother died it wouldn't be such an insane notion. I quietly got out of bed, grabbed a gun and headed towards the window being sure not to let them see me. When I pulled the curtain back and saw their faces I couldn't stop my eyes from tearing up. I wanted to believe that they were shape shifters or some other form of evil, taunting me with the faces of the two people that I loved most in this world but something was different. I could feel it. I closed my eyes and shook my head not wanting to see them, not wanting to become weak and do something stupid in my current state of shock. When I opened my eyes I jumped back, startled by the faces that were peering through the window at me. Their eyes were black, blacker then I had ever seen on any demon before. I stared at them for a moment and then just as quickly as they had appeared they disappeared. I cautiously opened the door, looking into the dark night trying to find them. Confused and intrigued I closed the door, turned around and there they were.
"Hello Sammy"
Dean's voice triggered a lifetime full of memories of a brotherhood that no one could ever tare apart. Guilt ate away at me at the thought. I knew that I was responsible for this. I knew that Dean had gone to hell because of me. Maybe this was my punishment for allowing him to make the deal or maybe it was because of the fact that I had just freed the most evil, vile creature of them all, Lucifer. I raised my head to see him smiling at me as he rested his arm on my shoulder and leaned in close. He was so close that I could feel his breath on my face. Something about the way that his hand caressed the back of my neck made me uneasy. I tried to concentrate on him and remove the evil demon that I felt inside of his body like I had with so many others but for some reason I couldn't. He was blocking me somehow and the fact that he was able to do such a thing scared the hell out of me.
How was it that my powers weren't working on him? I have dealt with some nasty demons in my time but I couldn't for the life of me understand why I couldn't free my brother, or at least his corpse. Suddenly I felt panicked. I needed to look at anything but him. I searched the room for something, anything but his cold black eyes and that's when I found something even worse. Across the room my eyes met with those of my father. He cocked his head to the side and grinned as if he could read my mind.
"Having a little trouble there son?"
My breath caught in my throat as I begin to speak in Latin. I knew that if all else failed this would free them. Instead of screaming in pain with every word I spoke they looked at me as if I were some snot nose kid who was playing around like he knew what he was doing. Once I had finished I waited thinking maybe it would just have a delayed effect for some unknown reason but when nothing happened I knew that I was up shits creek. Before I could figure out something else the wind was knocked out of me and I found myself curled up on the ground looking up at my brother.
"Here I am thinking that you would be happy to see us and instead of a hug fest you try to send us back to hell. That's not a very nice reception for your loving father and brother Sammy"
I struggled for a moment to find my voice.
"You're not my brother" I spoke a little softer then I had intended.
A hard kick found its' way to my mid section once again rendering me breathless. Through teary eyes I glanced over to my father who was closing in on me. I tried to scoop back but what was once my brother had gotten down on his knees behind me, forcing me to sit up. He pulled my head back roughly so that I was now met black eyes that once belonged to my father. In my mind I needed to separate the beings in front of me from the people that they once were if only to keep me sane enough to figure a way out of this.
"Hey there, how's my little boy doing?"
"My father died a long time ago you evil bastard so why don't you take your lackey here and get the hell away from me. Oh and don't let the door hit you in the ass on the way out."
I knew that I had managed to piss him off even before his fist connected with my face.
"Now let's try this again. How are you doing son? Have you missed me? Have you missed your brother?"
I stared back wondering why they were toying with me.
"Why don't you just tell me what you want? What, are you here to kill me? "
Laughter filled the air, mocking me as if I were a small child existing solely for their amusement.
"You're really a glass half empty kind of guy, aren't you Sammy? Nice to know that you still have that stick locked firmly up your tight ass" snickered Dean.
"No my dear boy" my father's voice continued "we have much bigger things in store for you."
Before I could question them I heard someone scream my name and kick down the door. Suddenly water was flying everywhere as Bobby and Jo doused the demons in Holy water. It was nice to see that something was working on them and that my skills weren't getting a little rusty. While they were distracted I grabbed everything that I could and ran outside to the car. I heard Bobby yelling at me to go to his place and that he and Jo would meet me there. I've been here since last night trying to figure this mess out. I didn't understand what the hell was going on or why.
"How are you holding up kid?" questioned Bobby.
"Not too good I'm afraid. Did you find anything?"
"No not yet. I've got a few people working on some omens and prophecies for me to see if any of them are connected to you or your family."
"You mean other than me being a dumbass and freeing Satan?"
Bobby looked at me with pity in his eyes. I turned away hating that look and how often I've been getting it lately. I wasn't weak and I damn sure didn't need anyone's pity.
"I wish that I had something for you now but there are a lot of things to go through before we can even get close to knowing what's happening here"
I sighed knowing that this wasn't going to be easy nor was it going to end well. Walking over to the window I stared up at the sky suddenly wondering if my mother could see what was happening, what had become of her family since she made a deal with a demon so long ago? I was lost in thought until I felt something pulling at me, at my thoughts, wanting my attention. That's when I saw them.
They were standing in a clearing just shy of the woods in front of the house they both held that dark, cold gaze that had sent chills up and down my spine the night before.
"You have to come out sooner or later Sam and when you do, we'll be waiting for you"
My father's voice echoed loudly in my head as I backed away out of their sight. I couldn't believe what was happening, even after seeing the biggest evil known to man walk the face of the earth for the first time this still takes the cake. My two greatest protectors' in the world said that they had plans for me and I wish that I knew what they were. However one thing was certain no matter what. I was either going to have to kill them or die trying.
Either way I knew that it was time to get ready for the fight of my life…