Everyone left him. Mary, dead. John, dead. Bobby, dead. Benny, dead. Kevin, MIA…again. Castiel, a human now and off the grid. Sam, left him for a girl and a dog and a so called "normal, safe" life…again. That left one Dean Winchester alone.
He was left alone to hunt supernatural by himself. At first he didn't even hunt. He mostly drink then pass out he was so drunk. After he had a couple days or weeks of that he started back hunting. After killing supernatural creatures for about three months Dean was feeling…ok. He would get a rush after killing but now it was becoming…boring.
Sam has been saying for years that Dean has been at least half crazy for a long time. Well, Sam knew that one day Dean would crack. What Sam didn't know what that Dean would crack and he wasn't around to fix him.
Dean was in a ware house with a demon trapped in a devils trap. He paced around the demon staring at it. Occasionally throwing holy water or cutting it with the demon knife. "Why don't you just go ahead a kill me?" The demon moaned.
"What's the fun in that?" Dean laughed.
"You're well known with us demons, especially in the last three months. You straight stabbed us, not this torture thing."
"I wanted to change things up. I don't wanna have a label in the demon world." Dean smiled as flung holy water at the demon and watched him hiss in pain.
Once he calmed down he just stared at Dean without his black eyes. It was like the demon realized something. "You don't care about the demon, you like torturing the meat." Dean didn't say anything for a little while. The demon just laughed and stared at Dean. "Are killing evil supernatural creatures not good enough for you anymore?"
"Shut up." Dean snapped.
"Maybe it's because Bobby died, Kevin's gone, Sam ditched you, and Castiel is MIA." The demon snarled. "Face it, Dean. Sam wants a normal life, that mean erasing anything out of his past that could put him and his lady friend in danger. That also mean that he probably will cut all ties to you."
"I said shut up!" Dean yelled and flung holy water and salt at the demon. Dean quickly popped out his cell as the demon yelled in pain. He dialed one of Sam's numbers. It was out of service, so were three more. It was the last number that worked. The last number of Sam's actually was still connected. It rang and rang and rang until finally it went to voicemail.
Dean walked into another room in the warehouse and left a voicemail. 'Hey Sammy, it's Dean. I just wanted to call and see how you were doing, but it has seemed that you disconnected most of your phones. I'm just not in the right mind set right no. It's not end of the world big, but I just really need to talk to my little brother. Call me as soon as you get this.'
The demon was weirdly silent. "Aw, were you a little home sick and wanted to see your wittle baby broder?"
"Shut up, or I swear I will kill you right now." Dean grazed a blade over the demons cheek.
"Come on, Dean. Admit it. You like torturing humans." The demon smiled. "I know how you can get back at your brother. He did betray you, right? Didn't search for you when you were in purgatory, chose a demon over you, lied to you, fed you to a vamp, and what have you done for him? Sold your soul for him, tried to save him instead of kill him, saved him countless times, practically raised him, tried to kill the devil for him, you got his soul back when he was soulless for a year, what has he done for you? He didn't get you out of your deal, it was Castiel who raised you. He chose Ruby over you. He said yes to Lucifer. He went a year without telling you that something was wrong with him, no soul, fed you to vampires. He wanted to kill the vampire who got you out of Purgatory, yet you killed Benny to save him, does that seem fair?"
"What are you trying to say?" Dean said think that he was going to regret getting an answer.
"I know how to get him back for all the shit he has done to you."
"Like what?" Dean asked holding up his knife once again.
"Make it him like how you are feeling."
"How would you know how I am feeling?" Dean crossed his arms over his chest.
"I'm a demon…unlike all demons I remember what it was like to a human. I'm not a new demon per say. I know about the Winchester, John, Sam and Dean. John died, Sam, I'm guessing left and all demons know Bobby Singer and Kevin Tran Bobby's dead and Kevin is in the wind. Then there's Castiel, then angel, well, not angel anymore, he's human and we are searching for him. That leaves you alone. I know that feeling, I remember that feeling."
"Why should I believe you? You're a demon."
"I want to help you, Dean Winchester."
"Why do you want to help me? You're a demon."
"I'm not just any demon. I'm Sonneillon, the demon of hatred."
"Why would the demon of hate, want to help me? You should want to kill me?"
"Because I can sense all the anger you have bottled up your entire lifetime and it has only grown stronger in the last few months. Yes, killing supernatural creature released anger you had but after a little while it's becoming flaccid. You need something more. Innocent human are crossing your mind. You can't help it and you can't stop thinking about it." Sonneillon smiled.
Dean looked down at the blade. It was true. Demon, vampire, werewolves, shifters were fun to kill and he knew he was doing something write but he wasn't getting the rush anymore. He didn't know if it was Sam not picking up the phone or what but something pushed Dean over the edge.
"In my opinion I would kill anyone Sam has ever saved as a start and go from there. Make it so Sam possibly could figure out it is you. Come up with a weird physco name for yourself."
Dean shook his head before stabbing Sonneillon in the chest killing him quick and easy.
Dean walked out of that warehouse a different person a scarier person. Once he got to the motel he was staying at called Sam's cell one more time to make sure he was doing the right thing. He dialed the number and it started ringing.
"Hello?" a woman's voice answered.
"Hi, Is there a Sam there by any chance?"
"Yeah, but who is this?"
"I'm Dean, Sam's older brother."
"I didn't know Sam had an older brother."
"Yeah, just wanted to call and talk with him and catch up."
"Yeah, yeah, sure, let me get him." Dean heard the woman yell for Sam. He even heard a dog bark. After a few moment he heard the phone move then the woman ask where Sam was going. Sam said he had to talk privately.
"Dean?"
"Hey Sammy."
"It's good to hear from you, man."
"I could say the same about you."
"Why are you calling?"
"Most of your phones are disconnected like when I was in purgatory."
"Yeah, well, I only need the one."
"I just wanted to ask if I could stay at your place for a little while. I just on a little break between jobs and wanted to see how my little brother was doing being "normal"." Dean tried to smirk.
"Dean, it's not that I don't want to see you, because I really do, but I don't want…"
"Anything supernatural to find you and hurt your normal life. Yeah I know." Dean sighed.
"I'm sorry, man."
"Save it, Sam. You wanna be normal and I will never be normal."
"Come on, Dean. Don't be that way."
"No, Sam, go live your normal apple pie life."
"Dean…"
"Goodbye Sammy." Dean said hanging up and throwing all of his stuff that was in the room into the Impala and drove. He drove until the Impala needed gas then all hell broke loose.