Okay, this is my first attempt at even uploading something onto this site... So go easy on me, yeah?
Oh, and this is COM-PLETE-LEY un-beta-ed, hope you likey :)

Summary: I absolutely hate the idea of Sam being a demon type thing, so this... This proves his goodness :) Oh, and watch this too!
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It's amazing, trust me. Oh and it's not mine either, and neither are the Supernatural boys or the show, or else I would still have Sam making puppy eyes, and calling Dean a jerk, and Dean wouldn't have been a dick and thrown the amulet away!:)

Set in current times, so like mid season 6, after The French Mistake. So everything has happened. Characters might be slightly OOC, but that's caz I want somebrotherly bond back...

This will be something like a short series.

Sam's P.O.V.

Dean was out tonight, to a bar of some sort. He was no doubt going to, and I quote, 'Get some tail tonight, Sammyboy!'.
So here I am, laying on my back in a feild a few miles away. I walked of course. No sense in calling a cab and I don't see any buses around here... Thankfully the place we were working a case was bone dry, no rain in several years. Which was a reason we were here. Bobby thought the drought may be something supernatural. This is our first night in town, just rolled in maybe an hour or two ago. Leaves me here, staring at the stars.

I was hoping, no scratch that, praying that Dean would at least ask the girl some questions about the case before he fucks her. I mean, I haven't had any it... God it seems like forever, but that's because I have a job to do. I need to put the world before me, after all it's pretty much my fault it's in this state. Monsters running rampant and the world thrown into inner turmoil and complete chaos. Even the people we didn't believe in the supernatural were scared, even the athiests were praying.

Everything was fucked up and it was because I was alive. I could blame it on Lucifer, or Azazel, hell I could probably blame it on Dad! But that doesn't change the thing they all had in common, the thing that has Demon Blood in it and that's slept with things he's supposed to kill! And that would be me: Sam Winchester. Even though I personally believe my last name holds a reputation I simply can't be man enough to stand. I'm weak, and Winchesters are strong, they're fighters.

But me... I don't know. Ever since I had that little 'seizure' when I was with Dean, I've been having flashbacks of The Cage.
I couldn't even protect Adam most of the time. God knows I tried, or at least I hope he does. I hope he knows I would gladly take some more flaying of skin, or some other sort of torture to take away some of the pain my baby bro had.

I barely even knew him and yet, he was my brother. I tried bargaining with the two archangels who mercilessly taunted us,
repeatedly killed and revived us, but they would have none of it. I could do nothing to save Adam. And for a year on the human world we were down there, but to us... It felt like 120 years. That can do things to a person.

Dean after 40 years was barely even living, practically dead inside for the most part. But me, I was in THE CAGE, for 120 years.
A minute in The Cage was more intense than all of Dean's hell altogether.

But, Dean still avoids me like the plague. Feigns concern and love for me. I know the truth though. I know he hates me. Because I got out and Adam is still there, because I'm alive and Mom and Dad and Jess are dead. Because Jo and Ellen and Ash are gone.
Because I'm. Not. Human.

I don't know what I am. Some cross between pure evil and what used to be somewhat normal. So I suppose I'm just as bad as a low rank demon?

Suits me well, a monstrosity, but no one recognizes me. "No Sam, not a monstrosity, a masterpeice." Rang in my head. As soon as the voice was there, it was gone.

I banished the thought quickly, sent it out of my mind. Any chance of redemtion I had had gone out the window when I said 'Yes' to Lucifer, however pure my intentions, same with my powers...

I squeezed my eyes shut, willing for the pain in my heart to stop, for the world to go away. For me to be at peace for once.
I looked up at the sky once more and I saw a shooting star. Or maybe it's a meteor. Boy, that's really big. And close.
And headed straight for- Awww crap!

I woke up dizzily and in heavy pain what seemed like hours later. In fact, it was only moments. I jumped up from where I was,
thrown into trees that were almost 20 yards behind me. I groaned rubbed my back. Yes, there was defiantly blood. Oh great.
Now Dean's gonna trust me even less. Gonna think I went back to the Demon Blood or went hunting without him. I grimaced at the thought of the future interogation I was going to get, and the look of brutal lack of faith in me that would be in his eyes. I shook of the thought and remembered to focus on what the hell sent me flying.

There, directly where I had been standing, was a person. Or what looks like one. Ever so slowly I approached with a holy water canister in one hand. Thier back was turned to me and I quickly threw some water on the back of thier neck which was exposed.

I gasped when the figure turned around, being revealed as none other than Gabriel, the Archangel Trickster who had posed as Loki and was supossedly dead.

"Gabriel?" I asked, confused. His signiture grin was on his face and he put an arm on my shoulder, his other hand occupied with a chocolate bar, and said, "Hey kiddo."
That' when I passed out. Again, I suppose.

That was chapter one! What do you think? Review are apreciated, but not necasry! :)(: