Rating: T
Hindsight was 20/20 because if he hadn't been in shock from the resurrections he had faced and the hope and happiness that came from having Sam back in his life then he would have seen the tells that this thing; this beaten bloody thing waking up on the bed wasn't his Sam. Sam would have hugged him tightly back when they were reunited. Sam would have spoken with emotion when he said things were better with Dean around. Sam wouldn't have waited a year to ease his mind; his brother would have known Dean wasn't happy without him. Hell Sam wouldn't have been happy without Dean...
"Twisted, unhealthy co-dependent relationship" after all.
Sam was awake now…Dean's stomach clinched as he knew what he was going to do next. Sam, the man who had given his life for 6 billion people, but more importantly had died for his older brother- to keep Dean safe would be avenged from the monster wearing his body! And then Dean would take on the angels and God himself to get revenge for dicking the brothers over again and again. Sam was gone, Lisa and Ben had disowned him, Bobby would be alright without him. Dean Winchester would go out as all gunslingers went, all great ones anyway…in a blaze of glory. Maybe in death he would have Sam back.
But first he had a monster to torture. Jerking the larger man from the bed he roughly sat him in a chair and using two sets of handcuffs made damn sure the thing was secured to it in a stress position. Dean didn't think he could actually inflict more bloody bodily damage on Sam right now…his stomach and nerves couldn't handle it. However desperate times and all…and Dean was beyond desperate. There would be no way to climb out of this but since him and Sam had a painfully co-dependent relationship that was twisted beyond belief who gave a fuck? Let the games begin, he thought to himself.
"I ask, you answer, and if I don't like your answer well you won't like my answer."
IF he could feel he would have been panicking, terrified of what was to come. He had seen Dean in action countless times and knowing that those times was to keep him safe in a world of crazies…yeah Sam knew he was screwed. How fucking ironic that it would be Dean to deal the death blows? He probably deserved it from his older brother. How he wished he could feel – something! The pain of the position, the pain in his face he felt. Other than that emptiness. There was a glimmer that he could perhaps reason with Dean…but Dean wouldn't believe him after all the lies. How could he? He knew his brother inside and out and he knew how this would end. Dean wanted the truth and he would give it but Dean believed a lie. He was Sam, he was his baby brother and still a pain in Dean's ass. He was just different, hollow and empty and the one person who could save him was to broken with despair to do it. At least it would end soon.